Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Imagine: Lydia regretting what she said. "Shit."Lydia whispered sitting down on the floor. Her eyes landed on the record player and she remembered when you two would dance around the room at five years old when your moms took you to the lake house on weekends. Lydia really regretted how she reacted to you coming back. She had just been so...angry. She had spent the past four years thinking you were dead and hating herself for not being with you in your final moments. It was worse than when she lost Allison because you had been her best friend since you were little and then you were just gone. Lydia sat in front of the record player and put on the record you two would always dance to. Slowly she pulled her phone from her pocket and went to your contact.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket. "Sorry, can you give me one minute."You stood up and answered the call."Hello?" "Y/N, is this still your number?" "Lydia, is that you?" "Yeah. I just wanted to say I'm so sorry of how I reacted I was completely-" "Lydia, really it's fine, I mean it. I'm at Stiles' place at the minute, can I call you back later?" Lydia smiled brightly, she knew how much you liked him."Of course, have fun, Y/N." "Oh, I will."You laughed before hanging up. You turned back to Stiles who was sitting up on the sofa."Where were we?" "I think I know."He smirked pulling you over to him and kissing you softly.
