"One, two, three!" Scott shouts happily. Isaac tips back the glass of buffalo sauce and vodka. His eyes water and palms sweat. Around him a bowl of popcorn is passed around the teen's small circle of friends on a late Friday night towards the end of their senior year. The popcorn moves ritually until it reaches a small red head who clutches it possessively. The large metal bowl sits perfectly in her criss crossed legs. Her black painted nails rummage through the bowl as if to find the pieces with the most butter. Lydia would take popcorn over the pile of bottles in the center of their circle any day. She much preferred bud to the burning liquor  Small tendrils of fiery hair fall from her bun into her face as she along with everyone around her smiles while watching Isaac perform his dare.

The vile liquid is soon completely emptied from the tall glass and Isaac's puffs his cheeks out before letting out a long breath as everyone laughs hysterically. "I'm gonna be sick," Isaac claims with his hand on his throat. Stiles chucks the small trash bin at Isaac's face with a wink. Isaac nods his thanks and then regurgitates the 'cocktail' into the bin. Isaac's girlfriend Cora plugs her nose as she sits cross legged next to him. While Isaac finishes throwing up Allison snatches the popcorn bowl from the protective five foot three ginger. Allison winks at the pouting Lydia that is on her own left, then to Scott who is on her right. His smile is unforgettable. Large and shining white, so much true happiness behind it. To the right of him Isaac is still choking on his buffalo/vodka refreshment and Cora is still fanning away the scent with her hand on Isaac's right. Next to Cora is Stiles, who is to his delight, on Lydia's left.

Isaac lifts his head from the bin and places it far behind him on the carpeted floor of Scott's basement. The basement is pretty large, with a flatscreen television in front of a dark wood coffee table and a large wrap around couch that also happened to pull out into a bed, adorned with matching colorful pillows. On one large wall, black chalkboard paint covers the section. On it are the group of sixes names. Around the names are pictures that they have drawn over the years starting from seventh grade. In the corner there is a small kitchenette with a fully stocked fridge, a small counter, and a few cabinets, also a stove over an oven. A few months ago Scott, without his mother Melissa's consent, installed a microwave above the small sink next to the fridge. Mrs. McCall was furious until Allison swooped in during the fight and listed all of the benefits of a microwave. Soon Melissa got over it. Now with the coffee table pushed aside the teen sits in the circle in between the couch and television.

"Okay, now that that shit is over with," Isaac says amused, "I must ask... Lydia!" Isaac states as if he has made a huge discovery. Lydia turns her head to him instead of arguing with Allison over stealing her popcorn. "Truth or dare?" Lydia takes only seconds to decide.

"Dare," she says with a large smirk. To her left Stiles bites his tongue. Every word she says sound like music to his ears. Now it's Isaac's turn to smirk.

"I dare you to flash one person in this room," Isaac starts. Before he can finish Lydia intervenes.

"Allison-"

"Let me finish woman!" Isaac yells under the influence of alcohol. Lydia bites her lip. "Flash one person in this room of the opposite sex." Lydia frowns at first. Isaac and Scott both have girl friends who are also her two best friends. It shouldn't be this awkward. They have all skinny dipped together for Christ sakes! But this is different, this is one on one, up close and personal. Out of respect, Lydia chooses to not flash Scott and Isaac who are very taken. Wishing she could've smoked first for nerves, she looks to Stiles who widens his eyes in surprise. His cocky facade suddenly gone. Lydia looks back at Isaac.

"Boobs or ass?"

"Your pick," the young Lahey replies all to happy with himself. Lydia lifts off her sweat shirt revealing a black tank top, hugging every inch of her torso. Dark purple bra straps are peeking from under her dainty shirt. Everyone holds their breath unknowingly. Lydia grabs a flask full of whiskey that Cora snatched from her brother Derek's loft. Derek pretends to not know that she takes his liquor. The group is actually close with the older Hale. He is their big brother. Lydia takes a swig from the flask and demands everyone to close their eyes, besides Stiles. She turns her entire body to him and takes a deep breath with a giant smirk plastered on her face. Finally Stiles fake smirk comes back to his face. He watches as her fingers loop around her shirt collar along with the top of her bra. She holds them there for a mere second before pulling down the fabric revealing bare skin. Stiles eyes drift down naturally. His hands move over his jeans, wiping off his sweaty palms. Lydia smiles and pulls her shirt back on. Finally their eyes lock and Stiles raises his eyebrows before winking. Lydia smiles innocently and blushes. Stiles takes Lydia left hand and just holds it, slowly rubbing the soft skin over her dainty bones.

"Open your eyes it's my turn," Lydia says to everyone. Allison looks to Lydia first with a curious smile. Lydia just smirks back and tosses her the flask full of burning liquid. The brunette takes a quick sip and then purses her lips. Next to Allison, Scott catches Stiles and Lydia holding hands. For then millionth time since seventh grade, Scott admires the pair quietly and thinks about how they should be a couple. They sure as hell act like one.

Lydia looks around and realizes the only person who hasn't gone yet is Stiles. She purses her lips and looks to the boy. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," he answers with a toothy smile. Lydia racks her brain to think of one, but no ideas come up.

"Anyone got anything? My brain is shot," Lydia asks everyone. Cora bounces up and down.

"Oh oh, I have one, Stiles I dare you to handcuff yourself to Lydia for two days, starting tomorrow morning!" Cora spouts happily. Isaac laughs and high fives Cora. The couple then shares a short kiss. Stiles looks at Lydia immediately and sees she has the biggest grin on her face. Stiles shakes his head.

"No way," Stiles responds.

"Eh eh eh, can't back out man, you chose dare," Scott says, widening his eyes. Stiles sighs loudly.

"What if I have to poop?" Stiles asks. Lydia shrugs.

"Learn to wipe with one hand and I will buy ear plugs," she says while laughing to her self. Allison spits out the drink that was in her mouth. Stiles sighs yet again and then reluctantly accepts the dare. Lydia smiles and places a kiss on Stiles cheek, a hand cupping each side of his jaw. He grabs the hand on his right cheek before she pulls it away so she can stand up. "C'mon someone help me pull out the bed."

Scott and Lydia tug out the pull out bed from the couch and Allison And Cora dress the bed in soft white sheets and blankets. Stiles throws pillows on the king size bed and Isaac watches from the side, swaying, clearly the most hammered. Allison struts away to the freezer and takes out six of those mini ice cream tubs that are meant for one person and sticks a spoon in each. Stiles helps her pass them out to everyone. Isaac snatches his like it is a million dollars. Cora comes up behind Isaac and places a cold and wet washcloth on his head to nurse his head ache. He turns around and plants a kiss on her cheek while mumbling, "thanks babe." He then looks to Scott who is leaning over a shelf trying to decide on a movie. "Aye Scott, got any Advil?"

"Ya, cabinet in the kitchenette all the way to the left," Scott shouts back. Isaac slowly stumbles over to the small kitchen and locates relief in a bottle. He gratefully throws two pills in his mouth and then sticks his head under the faucet of the sink. Turning the handle, Isaac allows his mouth to fill up with the sink water, before turning it off and swallowing. As he approaches the couch everyone besides Scott is cuddled on the bed. Isaac joins his friends under the blankets and pillows, surrounded by small tubs of ice cream.

"Any movie requests?" Scott asks from the same spot from a few minutes previously.

"American Pie!" Cora yells to him. He nods and takes the disc from its case. Soon Scott is cuddled in the mess of teenagers watching actors make complete fools of themselves.
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Lydia smiles to herself as she thinks about that night. The excitement that filled her chest when she thought about the next day. How fun it would be to be handcuffed to Stiles for two days. It's not that she had a crush on him, she never did, it was just amusing. Okay, well maybe she did have a little bit of a longing to be with someone and Stiles just happened to be a great pick.

Now her life seems dull. Pulling herself out of bed she tip toes into the kitchen, she gets herself a glass of water and sits on her counter to drink it. Allison is probably fast asleep in her room and Cora in hers. The three girls signed the lease for this apartment a few years ago when money was low and sharing a rent would be easier for all of them. The girls had for the most part lost touch with Stiles, Scott, and Isaac. Allison and Scott went through a hard breakup when he got accepted to a college over nineteen hours away from Allison. Isaac and Cora separated when he got unhealthily drunk and slept with another girl. Cora was heart broken and depressed for months following that. As for Stiles and Lydia, they just sort of drifted apart. They were never a couple and since their friends were no longer friends, they weren't friends anymore either.

It was sad really. The group has such a rich history. And a wall adorned with their names from past years that seem like a different life, hidden in the walls of the McCall basement.

A/N hey. So this chapter bothers me, anyways, the italic words are memories and they will pretty much be in every chapter. It'll make sense I promise. And then regular text is present day. Enjoy.