Collision // Freddie Andersen

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Lydia was in a deep sleep, dreaming peacefully of a life with Robb Stark (yes I just watched the got finale and I'm pretending i didn't) when she was cruelly awoken by a shout and a body landing on her bed. 

"Lyds wake up," the devil demanded as Lydia groaned and shoved her head under her pillow. "Lydia," Alex sounded out as she reached down and yanked Lydia's pillow away. 

"What?" the blonde grumbled as she opened her eyes and glared sleepily at her Latina friend. 

"It's 11:30 we need to get ready to leave for the game!" Alex practically squealed as she jumped up and down on Lydia's bed. 

"Ugh," Lydia groaned as she stretched her arms above her head. "Fine, I'm up." The dark haired girl yelled happily as she jumped off the bed, skipping out of Lydia's room and into her own to start getting ready. Lydia hopped into the shower and allowed herself to get excited to be able to relax and watch a hockey game, and also getting to see her favorite people, the Matthews. 

The blonde put on her robe and played some music as she sat down and began to do her makeup, barely flinching when Alex popped back into her room. "Don't forget to bring a nice top and a change of shoes for dinner after the game," the girl commanded, causing Lydia to giggle as she glanced at her friend in her big hair rollers and with setting powder baking on her face. 

"Don't worry, I've got it," Lydia giggled as she refocused on putting on her highlight. Done with her makeup, the girl chose to throw on some ripped black skinny jeans and a white top, placing her number 34 jersey to the side to put on once she reached the arena. The girl decided to leave her hair naturally wavy, sitting on her bed to pull on her white converse and grabbing her favorite heeled booties to throw in her purse, along with a slinky red tank top to wear to dinner after the game. 

Grabbing her bag, Lydia poked her head into Alex room to see the girl packing her own purse. "Do you wanna take your car or mine?" Lydia asked as Alex double checked her purse to make sure she had everything. 

"Are you kidding? Lets put some miles on that new bribe your daddy sent you," Alex teased as Lydia rolled her eyes. Grabbing her keys, the girls left their apartment and made their way to the brand new Porsche Cayenne Mr. Richards had bought Lydia in hopes of her liking his new 20-year-old girlfriend. He would be very disappointed when he and Lydia met up for dinner the next week and his daughter still asked the new girl if she had even graduated high school. 

"Are we heading to your parents or are they meeting us at the stadium?" Lydia asked as she backed out of her parking space and Alex fiddled with her aux cord. 

"We're just gonna meet at the stadium," Alex confirmed, smiling wickedly when some old school one direction came blasting from the speakers.

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"Lydia!" A girls voice practically squealed as the blonde turned around, giggling as she accepted the flying projectile that was Breyana Matthews. 

"Hi, baby Bre! How are you?" The blonde squeezed the high schooler as she began to prattle on about how school was going, all the while smiling at Ema and Brian as they greeted their oldest child. 

"Breyana, let her go," Ema faux scolded as the young girl pouted, pulling away from the blonde so her mother could greet the girl. "how are you amor? How's the semester going?"

"I'm good," Lydia giggled as the woman hugged her tightly. "Trying to keep Alex out of trouble of course."

"Well that's gotta be harder than school," Brian teased as he pulled the girl into a hug of his own as his wife let go of her. "What do you guys say we get some drinks and head down to the lower bowl to watch warm-ups?" The girls all agreed, Alex quickly tugging Bre between her and Lydia to talk about how high school was treating her. The adults all quickly ordered a beer, waiting to get food as there was usually a spread in the family box.