#mercifulmccall

mercifulmccall

If you asked Lydia why she was still with Mike she would probably make up an excuse like when things were good they were really good. He spoiled her, took her out and showed her off. But that would be the answer people expected of her. Lydia wasn’t really sure why she was with him, the feelings had long since disappeared and if she was honest to herself things were bad more than they were good and she wasn’t even all that attracted to Mike anymore. She couldn’t remember the last time they went out and he showed her off, or really paid all that much attention to her.

It lead to them fighting, which lead to him digging into insecurities she’d thought she berried in high school, at the end of it all she never ended up back at her dorm room, but rather she’d go to Scott’s. They’d ended up going to different schools in the same area and the trip to his place was only fifteen minutes by car. It wasn’t like this was new, or that she only spent time with him when she was fighting with Mike. Lydia spent more time with Scott most of the time than she did Mike...It was Scott she’d cheated on Mike with, five months ago. One thing had lead to another and she’d woken up in his arms the next morning, things had been a little strained since.

But here she was mascara marks on her cheeks from crying and a bruise forming on her arm from where Mike had grabbed her. She wasn’t even sure what they’d fought about this time, but it’d gotten physical so she’d bolted. Showing up at Scott’s apartment not worrying that he may be sleeping since it was late. Lydia just knew she needed to see him.

“Pretty ducking funk,” he laughed as he stumbled toward the blonde. He scooped up the tiny blonde and spun her around. “You’re cute,” he mumbled as he fall onto the grass holding onto her. “Whoa,” he laughed. “I kept you protected,” he chuckled as he slowly sat up. He touched her face gently stroking it. “Your face is soft and your hair is pretty. You know who else is pretty? Carlison,” he mumbled. He rested his forehead against Maya’s as his world slurred together. God he had become such a mess.  He leaned in to kiss Maya and ended up catching the side of her mouth. “aha I missed,” he laughed. “Lemme try again.”

“Ducking funk, huh?” she asked, squealing when she was picked up and swung around.  A small oof escaped her when he fell, an amused smile brushing her lips as he sat up.  “Yes, you kept me protected,” she nodded.  She let him caress her cheek, his words like an ice cube on the second degree burn on her heart.  They helped, but they didn’t do enough to make the pain any less.  “Who’s Carlison?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows.  She wished she could be as blitzed out as Luca and forget about her problems, but she knew that drinking would only make the mask she was currently wearing fall.  She couldn’t risk that.  Her eyes widened when he kissed her, her hands moving to his shoulders when he leaned in for another one.  “Luca, no.  I’m pretty sure kissing anyone else would be a mistake.  Besides, whoever ‘Carlison’ is, I’m pretty sure you’d rather be kissing them.”

“Oh my god, Scott, this house looks amazing.” She twirls around in the hallway, a huge smile spread on her face. “God I can’t wait for the pack to see it, we’re going to have the best summer ever. A break from Beacon Hills is just what we need.” And maybe a break from all the drama that had ensued in the teenagers lives. Since Malia still doesn’t drive, it was nice of Scott to have driven her. She would have drove with Stiles, but things were still a bit awkward between them. A mutual breakup it was, but they just didn’t know how to be friends again. Hopefully the trip would do that for them. “You grabbed all the food right? And the rest of the bags?”