<Lydia's POV>

I stand looking in the mirror. My hair curled perfectly over my shoulders, a single piece pulled back in a bobby pin. Makeup done up to perfection, my lips a pastel pink. My outfit completely put together and organized strategically. Heels to match of course. Jewelry located in all the right places. Everything on me is so perfect and put together when on the inside everything has fallen apart. After senior scribe and hanging out at Scott's last night it really hit me that this the beginning of senior year and Allison isn't seeing it. My best friend isn't with me as I enter my last year of high school. Not only that but this summer I learned a lot. Like how heavy this makeup is and how much I don't need it. But I also feel like if I get rid of it I'm losing a part of my identity. I'm at that awkward stage where I don't know whether to be an adult or a teen. I need Allison to talk to. I need her help. I hear a horn honking outside.

Stiles is picking me up to go to school. I don't move from my room as Stiles honks once again. Maybe I can't do this. Eventually the honking stops and I hear a knock on the door downstairs. Once again I ignore the sound and stay staring into my mirror in a trance. Soon enough I figure Stiles' must just come in because my mother isn't home and I am obviously not answering. "Lydia?" I hear him yell from the stairs. It takes him awhile to make it up the stairs because of his limp but eventually he makes it to my door and walks in cautiously. He breathes out heavily and puts a hand on his chest. "Oh thank god, I thought something happened," he says worriedly. I keep staring into the mirror like its the most interesting thing in the world. "Lydia?"

"What's wrong with us?" I ask in a whisper.

"What do you mean?" He asks walking a bit closer to me.

"What did we do to deserve this? Maybe it's because we are always lying," I say not breaking my gaze from the mirror.

"What do you mean we are lying?" Stiles asks putting a hand on my shoulder. I jump and tears start to fall from my eyes.

"We're lying! We say she is going to be okay! We say we will find her but what if we are lying! What if she isn't going to be okay? I can't loose her twice!" I scream and begin to completely fall apart on the outside. The inside of me was already destroyed. I was just lying to myself and saying that I was okay. Stiles understands why I'm upset and gathers me into his arms. I cry into his shoulder, screwing up all my makeup.

"Shh, it's going to be okay," Stiles murmurs.

"Stop lying!" I scream as tears pour from my eyes.

"Stiles!" I hear someone yell. It's Scott's voice and he is close. The door opens again and he rushes in. When he sees me breaking down in Stiles arms he looks away and covers his mouth.

<Stiles' POV>

I shoot a glance at Scott, telling him Lydia needs our help and he turns away. I think he knows that Lydia is crying over Allison and that is affecting him. Maybe it will set him off to. "I- I heard your heart beat quicken, I thought maybe... something happened," Scott says with tears forming in his eyes.

"Scott please don't fall apart, please," I beg him. I can't take it if they both fall apart. Scott breathes back his tears. He comes over to us and bigs Lydia from the other side so she is squished in between us.

"It's okay Lydia, it's going to be okay, and that is not a lie," Scott tells Lydia. Lydia seems to pull herself back together.

"I'm sorry," she mumbles.

"You don't have to apologize," I tell her.

"You're Lydia fucking Martin and you are going to walk into Beacon Hills High School and show the world that no one can damage you, so tweak your make up and take our hands, do it for Allison," Scott says in encouragement. I smirk at him and Lydia nods. She places a kiss on Scott's cheeks and kisses my lips before heading to her vanity and taking out a makeup removal cloth. Scott and I sit on her bed and wait. Well, I watch her as she uses the wipe to remove her smudged makeup. I am taken by surprise when she ends up taking all of it off.

"Lydia?" I ask confused. It's not that she isn't beautiful, it's just that she has never gone to school without makeup.

"I don't need it," she says calmly. All she does is put on some chapstick and mascara. She stands up from her chair with her face shining naturally and holds out her hand. "C'mon guys, we've got school to attend to." I take her and the three of us walk outside into the cool air. We stroll quickly to the baby blue jeep as I open the passenger seat for Lydia. She smiles and jumps in. Scott throws himself into the back seat and I get in the drivers seat.

We drive for all of five minutes when Lydia open the window. "Lyds what are you doing, its freezing?" I ask confused. She places a finger to her lips and shushes me. She pulls herself out of the window, heeled boots and all. I hear clinking on the roof and then yelling. Not a negative type of yelling though, more like cheering. I glance into my mirror and see Lydia kneeling on the roof of the car with her arms our yelling her full head off. Strawberry blonde curls wave like tiny hands behind her in the wind. Her skin is pink from the whipping air, but she doesn't seem to mind. Scott smiles and begins to call out with her. Eventually I join in as we near the school.

"We protect those who cannot protect themselves!" Lydia screams the Argent's code over the sound of the whipping wind. When we pull into the school she is still screaming. I laugh as she yells her full head off. She only stops once we are parked. Scott and I get out of the car and I look up at her in admiration.

Lydia jumps off the roof of the car into my extended hands. My fingers grip her waist mid jump and place her on the ground gracefully. "Thank you Stilinski," she says while smiling. Her cold lips plant a dry kiss on my cheek. I smirk and we meet Scott on the other side of the car. He is smiling as well. Lydia takes both of our hands as we walk towards the school, our bags slung over our shoulders. We meet everyone else in the front of the stairs. When I see where our friends stand waiting for us a memory surfaces.

Scott and I stand alone near the stairs that lead into the school. The cool fall breeze blows all around us. Thank god something interesting is finally going on. "This is going to be the best thing that has happened in this town since-" I see the girl with strawberry blonde curls that I can never touch walk by. "Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey Lydia! You look... like you're gonna ignore me." I bite my lip in despair. If only for once she could just turn around and see that I exist.

Now I stand in that same spot as a senior with my arm around Lydia's hip and a group of friends greeting me. Even Lydia's ex boyfriend that used to think I was no one is looking at me smiling.

When before all I had before was Scott and a ten year plan.

A/N awee Scott and a ten year plan. That's my new catch phrase.

By the way Allison isn't in the picture cause she isn't there and that's just whoever was going to school and obviously Derek isn't a senior so.

Hope you liked it my little spoons.