Perfect Combinations~ Stydia One Shots

remember

(This is from after Stiles is taken and everyone forgets him)

Lydia POV

When I arrived at school this morning, I was sure I was supposed to meet someone. I looked around, trying to remember who I was looking for, but my mind was blank. I shrugged it off and looked for my friends.

I spotted my usual crowd near the cafeteria. Scott, Malia, Liam, Mason and Hayden all turned to greet me. I smiled and hugged them. They continued to talk and laugh. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. The bell rang and I walked off to first period, biology.

I glanced up at what clock for the millionth time. This period seemed to drag on and on. I suddenly felt minor pain shoot through the scar on my right foot. Prada, my dog, bit me once and it still hurt sometimes. I reached down and ran a finger over the scar.
"Is that from the accident?"
"No, Prada bit me."
"Your dog?"
"No my designer handbag."
He stared at me, unamused.
"Yes, my dog."
I blinked my eyes a few times. What was that? Who did I have that conversation with? I looked over at the desk next to me. It was empty. I raised my hand.
"Excuse me? The boy who sits next to me is absent." I told my teacher. She looked at the desk and furrowed get eyebrows.
"Who sits next to you?" She asked, taking out her attendance book.
I bit my lip. I was drawing a blank.
"That tall boy. He had brunette hair, I think. I can't remember his name." I tried to recall. My teacher looked at the seating chart.
"I'm sorry Ms. Martin, but no one sits in that desk. It's been empty all year."
I stared at her, dumbfounded.
"But..." I looked at the desk. Why was I so convinced someone sat there?
"His name is...its um...its..." I snapped my fingers, racking my brain, trying to remember his name.
"I forget." I said quietly. "Never mind."
My teacher nodded and turned back to the board.

Malia walked next to me as I made my way to my next class.
"What was that about Lydia? No one has sat in that seat all year."
I stopped walking.
"I know. But I feel like someone was there, you know? I just can't remember who." I told her.
Malia looked at me funny.
"Alright. I'll see you in math." Malia said as she darted into a classroom. I muttered a goodbye.

A week later, I was watching Scott practice on the lacrosse field. He came running over to me.
"Okay I just need to do some push-ups, then I'll be done warming up. How many should I do?"
"24." I blurted.
"That's oddly specific." Scott commented before getting on the ground to start his workout. I was just as confused as he was. That number just immediately came to my mind.

After Scott had left, I walked aimlessly to the center of the lacrosse field.
"Just kill me, look I don't care anymore."
I dropped to the ground. Where is that from? I shut my eyes tightly and tried to remember who said that. I grew frustrated once again when I couldn't think of anything.
"I'm losing my mind." I sighed and left the field.

I went into the locker room to find Liam, but he was nowhere to be found. I signed and sat down on a bench near the back. I stared at the floor.
"Think happy things. Good things."
I got up and knelt down on the floor. I stretched my hands out in front of me and shut my eyes. When they reopened, a pair of worried brown eyes stared back.
"Just try to slow your breathing." I cooed.
"I can't. I can't."
"Shh. Look at me."
I put my hands on his face and stared at it in an attempt to calm him.
"Look at me. Shh St-"
"Hey Lydia." Liam's voice broke me out of my flashback.
I knew that face.
Amber eyes. Brown hair. A constellation of moles. I almost had his name. At least now I know what he looked like.
"Hey Liam. Do you remember a boy that used to go here? He had brown eyes and-" Liam cut me off.
"Is this the same boy you were thinking about in biology last week? I think you need to clear your head Lydia. You aren't yourself."
I nodded. My eyes were still fixated on that spot on the floor. Who was that boy? Why do I keep thinking about him?
"I gotta go." I muttered and ran out of the locker room. Liam was right. I just needed to clear my head.

I found myself in the parking lot of the Beacon Hills ice skating rink. Once again, I listened to my banshee instincts and followed where they lead. I walked inside and made my way to the bleachers. There was a junior ice skating competition going on. The girls were around nine or ten years old. I sat down next to a lady who I assumed was one of the moms.
"Which girl is yours?" I asked her.
"She's on the team with the pink uniforms. She has red hair." The lady pointed and I followed her finger.
"I see. She's adorable." I complimented.
The mom laughed.
"You're just saying that because she's a strawberry blonde, like you." She joked. I felt a weird pang in my heart when she said strawberry blonde. I brushed off the feeling.
"I'm Lydia by the way." I told her, extended my hand for her to shake.
"Claudia." The mom answered with a smile. I got that same weird feeling when she said her name.
"Maybe I'm just saying this because I'm biased, but I think the other teams uniforms are really ugly." Claudia whispered to me. I looked at the opposing team. Their uniforms where bright blue with a sunny orange skirt.
"Orange and blue is such an ugly combination of colors." She said.
"But it's the colors of the Mets." I joked. I had no idea where that came from. I knew nothing about the mets. I looked at the empty seat next to me.
"Sometimes there's other things you wouldn't think would be a good combination but end up turning out to be, like, a perfect combination."
I blinked my eyes. This can't just be in my head. There's something missing.
"Or someone missing." I whispered.
"What'd you say?" Claudia asked.
"Nothing. Good luck to your daughter." I said and rushed out of the ice rink.
I gotta find Scott.

To be continued