Beautiful Sadness

Lydia Fucking Martin - EDITED

Lydia

The strawberry blonde opens her eyes reluctantly, her long eyelashes weighing down the exhaustion lined lids. Evaluating the scene around her the blonde frowns making her headache twist and contort.

This wasn't her room. Shit. How drunk had she gotten?

She couldn't remember a thing after getting to the club. The girl attempts in vain to push herself off the mattress, a sharp pain running up her arm from her wrist halts her as she brings the offending limb to her eye line. A blood soaked bandage covers the wound, leaving the grossest parts to Lydia's wondering imagination.

"Shit." She looks down at the t-shirt she was wearing. It wasn't hers. Could this get any weirder?

Rolling out of the bed and she curiously opens the door which creaks against her will. The hallway littered with clothing, jackets, shoes, socks. It was a boys apartment, had she slept with someone?
That's when she heard it. Allison's voice.

"Alli?" The girl raises her voice an octave, still weary from the pain medication she was unaware she'd taken the night before. A familiar face rounds the corner and breaks into a smile as her tired eyes rest on her awake best friend, who stands, arms outstretched asking a silent question: "what the fuck?"

"Is she awake?" A husky voice asks, making the girls eyes widen.

"Are we at Stiles' place?" The strawberry blondes eyes widen as the shirtless boy comes round the corner.

"I sure hope this is my place or else I'm half naked in someone else's apartment."

***

"Isaac!" Lydia watches as Stiles grabs the last pop tart off the tall British boy, his arms outstretched as he murmurs indistinguishable profanities.

"So what do you remember?" The strawberry blonde turns to her best friend, picking at the fabric of the couch absently.

"Jackson turned up, he said he wanted the bracelet back and he took it. It cut me. Then I black out." Lydia peers back over the brunettes shoulder, her mouth curling into a smile as Isaac pouts, mourning his lost breakfast.

"Here." Stiles slides onto the coffee table, placing the pop tart in front of Lydia before looking at her, concern plastered over his face. Lydia didn't want that.

"Can we please just forget last night ever happened? This was my fresh start." She moans, her eyes staying focused on the plate as Scott walks in, carrying a bag of groceries, acknowledging the girls presence but at hearing her words he chooses not to comment on the previous night and changes the subject, placing the paper bag on the counter.

"Seeing as were all here, do you want to help me cook? It'll be nice having someone actually help for once instead of just offering to call for take out." The question is aimed at everyone but Scott raises his eyebrows at Lydia, a friendly smile playing over his lips.

"I'll help you. I make a mean pie." The small girl stands up, Stiles and Allison making a move to follow her before glancing at Scott's warning look, telling them to stay sat. The resigned bodies fall back onto their respective seats awkwardly, giving a unsuspecting Lydia a small smile.

"So you can make pie? Like actually pie?" Scott asks, looking at the small redhead walk about his kitchen as if it came naturally to her. She peers into another chipped cupboard, pulling out some flour before moving over to the fridge and taking out butter, glancing at the contents.

"Yeah." She laughs, sprinkling flour over the worktop and passing the tall boy a glass bowl, a chunk missing from the top, "My mom taught me to cook when I was younger and foods kind of essential, y'know... to life. So I figured it was better to be good at it. Here, you can mix these together."

The boy sets about mixing the butter and flour, laughing as the girl sang into a wooden spoon to a old record playing on the radio, her strawberry blonde locks tickling his jaw as she twirls, her bandaged wrist not seeming to bother her.

"So what do you want to do today?" The brunette asks, turning to face Lydia eagerly. He liked the girl, she could laugh.

"Survive Alli's interrogation. Some of her techniques to get me to talk are borderline torture." She says making Scott laugh which attracts Stiles attention. His golden eyes rest on the strawberry blonde as she continues to talk making Scott laugh, her thick hair falling over her left shoulder as she grabs the glass bowl away from his best friend, an inaudible tut escaping her lips as the pastry batter runs up the side, lump riddled.

2:34-Stiles

"You were right. This is a mean pie." Isaac growls, gravy running down his chin as Scott throws him a dishcloth, muttering vague words about 'living with a pair of kids'.

"Thanks. It's easy really, and the ingredients aren't hard to come by if you know the right stores to get the best shit." The strawberry blonde says absently, pushing her plate away from her slightly as the remaining pastry soaks up the remnants of gravy, her words attracting Stiles attention as their eyes meet, a look of unspoken emotion passing through the connection as he places his plate on top of hers.

Lydia Martin.

The Enigma.

A/N
There will be another chapter upload tonight! From this point on I'm changing it up a little bit and I'll be writing for Lydia and Stiles perspectives.