For You (There's Nothing I Wouldn't Do)

Figure It Out

"It's not supposed to hurt this way,

I need you, I need you, I need you,

Tell me, are you and me still together?

Tell me, do you think we could last forever?

Tell me, why?"

-Avril Lavigne, "Why"

She's sitting in her room, idly playing with a lose thread on her comforter. The window is open; a summer breeze ruffles her hair. She's wearing a pale blue dress that hugs her figure in all the right places and for the first time in a long time, Lydia feels at peace. There's no monster to fight or research to do. There's no worrying over losing another friend. There's just her and the breeze and the warmth of the sun kissing her skin.

So, if everything is so perfect, why does she feel like she's forgetting something important? It's on the tip of her tongue; a picture tucked away in the recesses of her mind, out of her reach. What has she been doing? How did she get home? Where is her mom?

A knock on the door spurs her into action and she opens it. Alison stands before her. In a shriek of excitement, the two girls embrace, joy coursing through their veins. Lydia can't figure out why she feels this way, why there is relief mixed upon the joy. Surely, she's seen Alison recently? Hasn't she?

"What are you doing?" Alison asks her as the two settle on her bed. Perplexed, Lydia tilts her head ever so slightly to the side. Her best friend sighs softly before rising from the bed and pulling open Lydia's closest door. She rummages around for a bit before pulling out a yellow dress; the color of sunshine and the huntress holds it out for the other girl to see. "I think this one is nice."

"Yeah, I mean, it's okay-"

"Okay?" Alison echoes incredulously. "Look at the way it sparkles in the light. This one is perfect!"

"Why the sudden interest in my dresses?" Lydia ventures, taking the hanger from her friend's outstretched hand. That makes the other girl freeze in her tracks. "What?"

"Don't tell me you forgot." Alison nearly hisses, turning around, eyes wide. At Lydia's silence, the other girl sighs drawn out. "Your date?" Still nothing. "With Stiles?" At that, she perks up.

"My date with Stiles?" She mumbles, wondering why she can't remember this important plan. Had Stiles asked her out and she said yes? She must've if Alison was here and so excited. Still, the memory isn't there and that's odd, to say the least. Regardless, she's happy all the same. She likes-loves?-Stiles more than she lets on and she's pleased with this new development.

"You do remember, right?" Alison presses and Lydia nods quickly, lying. Details didn't matter, not if she was getting the date she wanted.

"Of course." Alison beams, her expression bright. It's been such a long time since they've been able to focus on something so mundane like this. There's no worry hanging over them, no fear of impending doom, no monsters to defeat, no loved one to mourn. No, for once, there is just this one normal dilemma-picking the perfect dress for a first date-and Lydia grins. How long has it been since they've had fun like this? How long has it been since she had Alison over and the two of them didn't have a conversation about werewolves or hunters?

"So, yellow dress?" Her friend questions and Lydia shakes her head, relishing the chance to finally obsess over her fashion choices again. Disappointed, Alison pouts. "Why not?" With a devilish smirk, Lydia rises from her bed and saunters over to her closet.

"I think I've got something better."

She is going to blow Stiles away tonight.

"Stiles?"