Familiar

12) Reminiscing

The great things about new friends is that they bring new energy to your soul.

The front door closed and Stiles moved his attention on to Lydia - who had her head hanging down - again. She had her hands sitting perfectly on each knee. Her eyes were still red from her previous break down and she looked nervous.
Stiles still cared for her. He still loves her but he couldn't let it show. He had to keep a distance from her cause even if they got together again, it wouldn't be like it was before. So he decided to let her go and move on. But that was kind of hard when she kept showing up in front of his face.

He stood up, unwillingly and made his way over to the stove. When he looked back, she still didn't move an inch. He sighed, heavily, with his hand against his forehead and stood still for a moment.

He came back minutes later with a cup of tea and waited for her to take it. She looked up with big doe eyes and took hesitantly the cup.

"Thank you," She mumbled.

After a minute of silence, he sighs.

"What do you want to know?"

Lydia didn't drink of the cup tea but held it because she was cold.

"I, I was at the doctors. And he told me that when I lost my memory - OR at least some of it - it was at this camp. CampOfJoy, I believe it was named."

Oh yeah, that's what it was named, Stiles thought. It was so hard for him to not show her any emotions of frustration. He just looked at her. How much she had changed. Changed so much that he almost didn't recognize her. His Lydia. She forgot him. But he never forgot her. He tried to.

"A guy saved me after I hit my head, I'm not sure how I hit it but he called for help, and my doctor had all the information.  Where, how and who saved me. The guy was you, Stiles..."

He didn't say anything. Lydia looked down and put her tea on the table.

"Look... I Don't expect you to tell me everything but... at least. Tell me what we were. Were we friends? Is that why you're so mean to me all the time? Did I do anything?"

Stiles chuckled. "That's a lot of questions, hon."

"You said you would answer them."

"Yeah. I did." Stiles smiled. "Okay, here it goes."

Lydia sat straight up.

"We were together."

She didn't blink.

"What?"

Stiles sighed, once again. "A couple."

"W-when?"

Stiles reached for her cup of tea and drank some. This was gonna be a long explanation.

"We were 16 and at this music camp. We fell In love, and boom! We were a couple," he starred at her.

She sat there uncomfortable and he liked it. He smiled and continued.

"That's right, we held hands, kissed... fucked."

Lydia gulped and turned her red face the other way. Stiles knew one thing. He wanted to smash. Right then and there.

"B-but... what happened AFTER I lost my memory."

Stiles' face got serious. "You forgot the camp, your friends... me."

Lydia and Stiles starred at each other for a few minutes. She felt so bad. So bad. Gosh, this felt like a movie. But this is much worse. Stiles interrupted the moment by continuing.

"Don't feel bad. After that you followed your dream, at least you didn't forget that."

"Yeah. I remember that part. I just don't remember you at all. Or the camp. No one told me that I had lost my memory. No one. I didn't really know anyone... I think."

"Yeah well..."

"Do you possibly know... about the money. In my account. The money that I used to travel around?"

"Well, you earned that. You were kind of famous."

"Kind of."

"You lived your dream."

Stiles smiled. And so did she.

"But, before I got... famous I guess, where did I get the money from?"

Stiles moved around, uncomfortable and Lydia noticed.

"What?"

He looked around the kitchen as if he was busy.

"Don't tell me... that you got me the money?"

He suddenly stood up and claps his hands together. "I think it's enough for today, don't you?"

"No wait. Where did you get the money from, Stiles?"

Silence. He sighed.

"I earned them."

"How?"

"God, Lydia."

"Just tell me!"

"I wrote you songs! Okay? I was obviously in love with you and wrote you songs. A guy bought one of them from me and one song turned to 3 and 3 turned to 7 songs. I had a lot but I didn't really need the money. You did. We had planned that you were going to travel after the trio and be famous and live your dream. You had one problem though, and that was money. I wanted to give you the ones I earned but you didn't want to take them... So after you lost your memory... I transferred the money in your account. If you weren't going to remember me... at least you could remember your dream."

Lydia stood there looking at him and he just... couldn't handle this moment right now.

"I, I think you should leave now."

"But Stiles i-"

"Just leave Lydia."

She didn't move.

So he did.

He went upstairs and slammed his bedroom door.

Lydia still didn't move. She couldn't. She was stuck.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

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Hope you enjoyed this short chapter.