#vdlydia

Faye just wanted some attention, and so what if she was really sort of kind of drunk? So what if she actually kind of liked Lydia? It wasn't like Lydia was fun or interesting or smart or gorgeous or anything. Okay, so she actually really kind of was. W H A T E V E R. That didn't matter to Faye. She just wanted some company of someone who wasn't family or someone she was compelling or some stupid mysterious and sexy werewolf or an ex. That was where Lydia came in. As soon as Faye marked her Impala, she made her way into the the Lockwood house and stopped in front of what she assumed was Lydia's bedroom and pushed the door open with her finger. "Hi, Lyds."

F: So... are you still mad at me? Or are you over it?

When Dan had suggested a memorial to Lydia and Danny, he had half expected them both to ignore his presence. He had hardly spoken to them at all during their school years together after all, but he had known that they were important to Aaron, so it was important that he try to include them as well. This memorial was for Aaron, yes, but it was also partly for them. It was their closure for a friend that had gone far too soon. And it was for Blair. It would be hard but she needed this too. It had taken Blair some last minute convincing but they finally arrived at the clearing in the woods where he had told Lydia and Danny to meet them, the cool air and overcast skies somehow fitting for the occasion.