Just a memory (teenwolf fanfic)

3. OLD MEMORIES

Lydia

The silence that came after her statement was long, heavy and sticky, like they were dipped into honey. Lydia was alredy regretting saying anything. She looked at Stiles. She knew all too well what he would do if she told him the truth.

"What do you mean?" Scott broke the silence.

If there was a time machine, she would use it now. To stop herself from saying anything. But now she had no time machine, just the cruel reality.

"Lydia, if there is a way to save her, you must tell us", Scott continued. Stiles remained silent, like he was suspecting this wasn't that easy.

"It's just..." she lowered her view. "The price is too big."

"Just tell us already!" Scott suddenly shouted, making Lydia shiver.

"Don't talk to her that way!" Stiles finally said something.

"Okay!" Lydia cried, ignoring Stiles. "For bringing her back, we need to give a sacrifice. Happy now?"

Scott looked cautiously now. "Who do we need to kill?" he rose his voice again when she didn't answer. "Tell me!"

She whispered, so quiet no one heard.

"What did you say?" Stiles asked.

"I say, we need to sacrifice her killer. The one possessed by her murderer, that is", she made it clear enough, still not telling everything. She looked at Stiles. Their eyes connected, but she couldn't read him.

Stiles looked miles away, although he was right here. He never looked older. Lydia remembered a boy that used to spy on her when they were kids, the boy that she was going on a prom with. The boy that killed her best friend.

No. She was not going to think that way. Ever.

She turned to Scott, but he was gone. She could see only his running silhouette in the mist.

"Scott!" she called after him. He didn't even slow down.

"Let's just go", Stiles grabbed her hand.

Stiles

Lydia looked really sad. Sad in full meaning of that word. There was a deep sadness in her eyes. She was walking, quiet, to her blue Toyota. She opened its door and rewarded him with a tiny smile.

"See ya," she said. She looked like she was going to say something else, like Hey, sorry for bringing up the thing about killing you to resurrect Allison. But he wasn't angry. He didn't know exactly how he felt, but he wasn't angry.

She remained silent.

"Bye," he replied.

Watching along as she was driving away Stiles couldn't get rid of a feeling he was responsible for her sorrow. He really loved her, he could not deny it, not anymore. The shallow icy queen bee she was at first; sad, unstable after Peter attacked her; brave and wise as she was now. Lydia was everything.

Memory

Standing by his locker, he takes his books.

"Stiles, we've just had english class."

He lifts he's view to his best friend. Scott is short, skinny boy. Stiles lowers his view to books he had picked up from the locker. English.

"We have lunch now, Stiles." Scott giggles.

Stiles nodes, unable to get his look off a certain girl.

Scott makes a face. "Are you staring at that girl Lydia Martin again?"

Above-mentioned girl was surrounded by her friends, the popular crowd.

Stiles frowns. "Well, she is very pretty."

Lydia looks at them. Stiles quickly hides behind his friend, that seems unable to stop laughing.

When she moves on, Stiles stands up.

"You like her!" Scott giggled again.

"I do not!" Stiles yells, but laughs himself.

"We are only third grade. You can't fall in love with her, you can't get married!" Scott was now laughing so hard he was barely talking.

"You are silly." Stiles said, but hugged his best friend looking at one strawberry blonde hair bouncing. That was the moment he knew that he will love her forever.