Tennessee Summer

The Wagon Wheel

Later that evening Ally and I are upstairs getting ready, "Ady, what are you wearing?" I hear her call to me from the second floor, I stick my head out my door, "Blue jeans, my nice boots, and a nice blouse." I yell down the steps, "Hair up or down?" she yells again, "Down for now up later, you need to hurry your ass up we leave in fifteen." I yell back then shut my door to finish getting ready.

I finalize my look with my white Stetson and head down the steps and meet Ally on the second floor. We compliment each other, link arms and head down the stairs. A few catcalls and whistles later I slug my brother and his idiot best friend and head out the door to my truck Ally and Lydia hot on my heels.

Fifteen minutes later I park in the parking lot of the wagon wheel, "So do you think Mr. Hot pants will show up?" Ally asked causing Lydia to giggle, I roll my eyes and climb out of my truck and meet them in front of it. "And to answer your question, I think so," I say gesturing towards Stiles truck where him, Scott and Derek are climbing out. "Well, let's get this show on the road" Ally smiles at me, we link arms and head into the bar.

"Well I say to my time, ladies and gentlemen, if my eyes haven't deceived me, look what the cat drug in, but our very own Ady Stilinski!" the M.C. announces my arrival and the spotlight shines on me. The crowd hoots and hollers, you hear the mic placed down and the M.C. makes his way over to me, I smile and slug him in the jaw as he gets in reaching distance. Ally and Lydia giggle.

"Isaac Lahey, I've told you once, I've told you a thousand time's I do not like being center of attention," I huff and cross my arms. "I'm sorry Adybell, I was so happy to see you when you walked in, I just got a little carried away." he smiles, I hug him and he kisses my cheek like all the others. It's started to freak me out when I was sick, but Ally says they do it because they think I'm going to disappear like I'm just in their imagination so they kiss my cheek to make sure I'm real to them. Yeah, who would have thought?

"Lahey, what the hell happened to your face?" my brother asked our longtime friend, "Your sister is what happened to my face" was all he said, Stiles laugh's, "made her center of attention again didn't you Lahey?" Isaac nods and everyone laughs. "Come on sissy let's get a table," Stiles says, I nod and Ally grabs my hand to drag me away. "Save me a dance Adybell!" Isaac yells I throw my hand up as I'm pulled out of sight.

STILES P.O.V

"Woohooo! Stiles Adybell still has the moves like she did back when" Isaac says as he sits back down next to me after his dance with my sister. "Yeah, I never figured she'd forget," I laugh "Why do you call her Adybell?" Lydia asked, I always forget that she never hung out with us until middle school. "When we were in preschool I had thought Ady looked like Belle from beauty and the beast, well one day I slipped up and called her Adybell, back then no one called her Ady, it had to be Adelyn, but when I called her Adybell she smiled and let it be," Isaac tell's my girlfriend.

"Lydia, I thought you grew up here?" Derek asked her, "I did, but I wasn't apart of the Stilinski pack until middle school." she tells him sadly, she never forgave herself for the way she acted before being with us. "You see Derek, things were different back then, Lydia's grandmother on her father's side made her believe people of lower class was below them and that's how things were until seventh grade," I say and take Lydia's hand in mine.

"What changed?" Derek asked, "Ady," we all say laughing, "Lydia dated this boy, we knew he was hitting her, we would tell, but she would make up some excuse," Ally explains. "Until the day he hit Lydia in front of Ady, I've never seen her so mad in my life, she was always a happy girl, her face went from happy and smiling to an angry red, she balled up her fist marched right over to the kid, said "hey dickhead" and when he turned around she popped him so hard he hit the lockers and slid to the floor, she stood over him finger in his face and says 'you ever lay a hand on another girl, I'll make you regret it for the rest of your life' and she meant it too," Scott tells the story.

"Ever since that day Ady's been my best friend," Lydia says with a smile as she watches Ady make her way over to us drink in hand. "Hey little brother you still owe me a dance," she giggles, "Come on everybody back on the dance floor," I tell them and follow my sister.

ADY'S P.O.V

The night was starting to wind down, daddy and Uncle Chris went home a while ago lady-less, I giggled at their pouting faces as they left. A slow song just come on and I looked around at my friends with their significant other's, I hated this part of the night, I carefully make my way through all the bodies dancing slowly, but stopped short when a hand grabbed my arm.

I look down at the hand and follow the arm up to find that the hand belonged to Derek, "You know, you danced with everyone here, but me will you do me the honor?" he asked, "but it's a slow song" I explain, "So what do you have to lose?" he questions, I shrug and let him lead me to the middle of the dance floor.

"Your friends are pretty great" he tell's me after a few minutes of silence, "Yeah they really are," I say looking around to every one of them. "They think highly of you too ya know" I look up at him and nod.

"Well, well, well if it ain't Lydia Martin" I hear a sleazy voice from my left, I look over and see asshole Jackson Whittemore, I tuck into Derek's side to keep him from seeing me and we slowly make our way behind him, a few people look my way, but a quick finger to my lips keep them silent.

"What are you doing here Jackson?" Lydia asked him, "Why are you with these looser's you know you're better than them," he slurs, great a drunk, I think sarcastically. "No, Jackson you're the looser," Stiles tried to sound tough, I roll my eyes at my idiot brother.

"Stay out of it dick-wad, Lydia you're coming with me whether you like it or not," he say's and grabs her arm and I move to stand behind him, everyone backed away when they saw me, "hey dickhead" I say above the music, he slowly turns to me at the sound of my voice, his eyes growing large when he see's me.

"Ady, when did you get.." he was interrupted when my fist connected with his face, "I told you once you son of a bitch stay the hell away from her," I say and security drags him out the door. "Thanks, Ady" Lydia hugs me, "Babe, you need to take those self-defense classes like I told you to do," I scold, "Yes ma'am" she hugs me again and follow's Stiles back to the dance floor.

I turn to Derek who has a grin on his face, I smile in return, "take me home" I say handing him my keys, he takes my hand and leads me out of the bar and helps me into my truck, buckling my seat belt for me. "How much did you drink?" he asked, I giggle, "A lot, people were buying me welcome home drinks," I say closing my eyes and leaning back on the headrest. I hazily remember being carried up to my room and laid in my bed.