Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf ETC.
Welcome to my new story! I hope you enjoy!
Why is there light shining in my eyes? And why is it like- THREE TIMES THE SIZE OF A NORMAL LAMP? Urgh! Since when were jumbo sized lamps invented and who the hell put one in my room- I mean! come on global warming much? that thing must use so much electricity-
Oh wait nevermind it's the sun.
WAIT SINCE WHEN WAS THERE A WINDOW IN MY ROOM?
It seems I've woken up in a strangers bed. Who the hell's bed is this?
Maybe I was drunk- That's what happens when you're drunk right? You wake up in someone elses bed? But wait… I've never been drunk.
Speaking of which- WHY AM I SLEEPING UPSIDE DOWN ON THIS BED?
Oh and why the frick am I wearing spongebob pajama's?
Normally I wear Mickey Mouse pajamas- Screw Nickelodeon!
Alright well I guess I'll just get up and figure out why the hell I've woken up in a strange room.
Let's have a look around this corner…
AH GOOD IT'S A-
Oh nevermind it's just a cactus plant.
Who on earth wants to own a cactus plant?
"Honey?" I hear a strange and unusual voice ask.
Here we go. Time to talk with the natives. "I come in peace!" I shout and hold up my hands in the traditional 'peace sign'.
The mysterious and rather creepy older woman stands a few metres from me. (Wait am I in america now or something? 'Cause I just had this weird inkling to use FEET.)
So weird!
"Right well," the woman frowned in concern a moment before scoffing. WAIT LADY DON'T YOU DARE SCOFF AT ME! "Remember, don't go for a run today Tullia. The McCall's are coming over in an hour."
McCall? What? "Sure weird lady carrying a laundry basket," Yeah! that's right I'm going to cross my arms to look far more superior than you. "I'll play along with your scheme.
"Good girl," she says and then moves forward. Oh wait! No don't come any closer. I know karate… and boxing- OH NO the lady is approaching! Enemy is approaching! Shields up! Shields up-
Ah crap she kissed me on the forehead.
"Breakfast is downstairs honey," she says. Ah and she smiled at me too. How sickeningly sweet. Sweeter than cadbury chocolate (Oh my g- stop with making me want to convert things 'weird gut feeling'! I do not eat Ben and Jerry's ice cream.)
Yes! The creepy lady is gone!
Now to change out of these pajamas and get the heck out of here.
Before I'm roasted alive…
Or die from wild bears.
Although why would a wild bear be in the house?
What's that creepy lady been up to?
"Well girl," I say in a decidedly southern accent. "You got a sense of style!"
And whoever owned this closet did. Like- I'm talking hundred buck (NOT DOLLAR- BUCK!) sweaters and real leather boots.
Well, at least I woke up somewhere with tonne's of money.
NOPE! I must resist the temptation to steal that fancy lookin' pink handbag of gloriousness and epicosity.
Resist…
Resist…
RESIST!
Nope. Too late.
Now to sneak past weird-creepy-lady-whose-name-keeps-getting-decidedly-longer.
"Tullia! Where are you going? I thought I reminded you not to go for a run," the woman calls from the kitchen.
OH NO! I'm screwed. so screwed. "Please don't kill me! I'm sorry! I just don't like ben and jerry's ice cream and to be honest I NEVER understood the conversion of metres to feet and-"
"Honey?" The creepy-woman-with-a-weird-accent frowned. "You feeling alright?"
I just woke up in a weird bed and you're acting crazy, like I'm your daughter or something but- "Nope! Just fine thanks."
Smooth lie.
I'm so awesome.
"Alright well…" Creepy-woman-who's-still-holding-a-laundry-basket trails off. "Come eat."
NO! My one weakness! FOOD!
So screwed.
Please don't be bacon.
Oh my g- this woman has bacon!
Bacon!
"Maybe just…. one bite," I laugh nervously. Oh! Their counter stool are comfy! Like sitting on a cloud of dreams and fluffiness. Fleams! Get it, dreams and fluffiness… fleams?
Ah. I'm going bonkers.
SEE! BONKERS- NOT CRAZY! Screw American lingo.
Although wait- "Hey?" Bacon bits flew from my full mouth. "Where do we live again?"
"Beacon County, California," Mama-bear-with-still-creepy-and-weird-accent informs me.
Well sure! I've woken up in america all the way from Australia.
Next you're going to tell me that-
WAIT!
BEACON COUNTY?
"WAIT ONE MILLI-SECOND! Are we in Beacon Hills, by any chance?" I manners, I'm talking with my mouth full.
Glorious bacon…
Mmmmmm…
*Insert fat cat meme*
Mama-bear-with-still-full-laundry-basket-seriously-why-does-she-have-that-in-the-kitchen? suddenly bursts out in laughter. "Ah honey, you're real funny this mornin'," she then proceeds to not answer my question!
How rude!
And I thought pineapple's were rude when they pricked me… but this woman… grrrrr…
She's ruder than McRudyRudster
She's practically .
She's basically! She's basically- folding the laundry into the hall cupboard.
Oh good, finally.
Can't have creases. We all know the pain of creased shirts.
Am I right?
"So lady," I say. How to get away from her? Ninja skills could really come in handy now. I should of taken that lesson- if only the pamphlet didn't look so shady. "How's about you let me use your phone."
Oh wait. I don't remember any of my own numbers.
How do you find people's numbers again? Oh right! Computers!
"Um," the lady drawled as I jumped at the large 'Mac in the adjoining room. HAHA! Apple rules. I'm starting to 'dig this household.' Maybe I can snoop around more.
What if they have a pet bear?
WHAT IF THEY HAVE DRUGS?
Oh crap have I been drugged.
"Honey," the now-free-of-laundry-basket-woman interrupts me.
WAIT THIS THING HAS A PASSWORD?
"What's the password?!" I shout as I smash my hand against the keyboard.
The woman behind me clicks her tongue. DID SHE JUST CLICK HER TONGUE AT ME? "Maybe you should go and sleep some more- you seem a bit… off."
"Sleep is overrated," damn right it is. "I need to phone home. E.T. Phone home. PHONE HOME!" Okay so the password isn't 123456.
Is it 'password'?
Nope.
What about…
Nope. I'm out of ideas.
WAIT!
HAHA IT WORKED! they left their password blank.
Noobs.
I am a hacking master.
"'Kay, I'm going to leave you now."
Okay so they use bing… not google.
URGH!
Forget about the girl living here having style.
She's style-less!
Um…
UNFASHIONABLE!
Yeah that's right.
Anyway let's bing home.
Hehe….
"Why are you searching 'Elissa Michen'?"
"School project," hah! What a joke I haven't gone to school in weeks. Yay for holidays! (NO I AM NOT SAYING SUMMER BREAK SHUT THE FRICK UP GUT FEELING!)
The still-creepy-woman-who-may-be-a-drug-lord clicked her tongue… again! What does she have something stuck to her mouth? "Sweet heart, school doesn't start for another week."
OH MY G- SHE JUST FELT MY FOREHEAD!
Move your hand away! I'm swatting it! Move it! I've got people to search! "You're a little warm."
"I don't get sick," I say stubbornly.
Okay so my name didn't come up with any results. What the hell is this?
Maybe if I try my parents names…
Damn my memory! It's so poop! WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER ONE FRICKIN' NUMBER!
"Well, I'll leave you to it then," the woman-whose-name-I-still-don't-know finally left.
Okay I give up. bing isn't working.
Maybe google?
Nope.
No results.
Okay this is weird.
The computer has a really weird lock screen.
I think the girl-who-lives-here-but-is-mysteriously-missing is into anime.
Or something.
Now what do I do?
"Excuse me woman," I step in front of her. *Cue commanding stare.* "Are you my mother?"
The lady-who-looks-like-a-turnip sighs. "Stop kidding around Tullia. The McCall's will be here soon and you're getting on my nerves."
"I'll take that as a yes," I salute her. "Thank you for your compliance."
She scoffs and trots off.
New approach: Sit and wait till someone less crazy comes by.
Preferably someone who doesn't think my name's Tullia.
I mean seriously… who names their child Tullia?
Why not something cool like…
Flare…
Or Alex….
I may be partially biased.
(Disney FTW.)
"The game's afoot Watson!" Time to search through the girls bedroom. (Why did I just want to say 'my' bedroom? It isn't mine.)
Detective skills activate.
"I guess it's just my woman's intuition," I say as I pick up a rather interesting looking phone. "But these people seem to be addicted to apple."
iPhone *Cue shining light from the heavens.*
"We need more sugar!" This girl has a really interesting collection of gum.
There's just 5 packs nicely organized on her desk.
Oh look! She likes music.
So many CD's. *Drool.*
Ah! so that's her name. Tullia Willmont.
Wait…
Wasn't that crazy lady calling me Tullia?
No… Trippy.
"Yo mama!" Time to test the theory.
Like birds and bread crumbs, crazy lady flocks to me!
I have a power!
Power!
To draw the crazy…
"What is it honey?" She says in a panic. Damn this Tullia girl's got a bunch of make up. "You scared me."
"There's not enough spice's," I inform her. She also has a lot of scented candles.
Tullia's mother. She's also crazy, as she seems to think I'm tullia. "Okay."
Yay she's gone again.
Alright. So either I've gone insane, cause I'm pretty sure I should exist.
Or I'm dreaming.
Huh that's it! I'm dreaming!
So smart.
Oh listen there! Someone's knocking on the front door!
Let's see who it is.
"Ah it's so good to see you Melissa," Tullia's mother greets.
Wait a second.
"It's been too long," Melissa laughs. Oh my god she's- she's-
"Elle!" A boy shouts from behind her.
But not just any boy.
The newly-arrived-boy-who-looks-hella-familiar walks towards me with a grin and pulls me into a hug. "Does not compute," OH MY G- I HAVE THE WEIRD ACCENT TOO!
"You've gotten taller," he notices.
DOES NOT COMPUTE.
BRAIN HAS SHUT DOWN.
REBOOT?
Yes.
Rebooting…
"Well you two have fun. I'll get to work on lunch for us," Tullia's mother says and turns to lean closely to Melissa as they walk towards the living room. "Now how's the hospital?"
Their voices trail off and familiar-boy-with-long-dorky-hair starts dragging my still form towards Tullia's bedroom. "Stiles called me earlier. Said to tell you hi."
"Stiles?"
Brain overload.
Reboot failed.
"Yeah," he grins and sits down at Tullia's office chair when we reach the room. "So, looking forward to school?"
Okay I have to answer him.
I have to answer this mysterious son-of-Melissa-McCall.
Come on mouth! MOVE!
"Cheesecake,"
Nice.
Real smooth.
Boy-who-is-now-looking-at-me-like-I-am-crazy frowns. "Huh?"
Why am I using so many hyphens?
Wait…
HOW DO YOU THINK HYPHENS?
"You're Scott McCall," I blurt out. "From Beacon Hills High."
He smiles uncomfortably. "Yeah."
OH MY G- I AM DREAMING!
AND IT'S A FREAKING AWESOME DREAM.
"So I'm Tullia?" I ask.
Scott freaking McCall rolls his eyes. "Yeah."
"Then why'd you call me Elle?" I ask, dumbfounded.
WAIT. I'm dreaming that I'm Scott McCall's friend, a week before school starts?
And given his weird hair, I'm guessing we're in season 1.
Holy CRACKER JACKERS!
Freaking future werewolf (spoiler!) narrows his eyes in concern. "Is this some kind of prank?"
OH NO!
THE JIG IS UP! I repeat, the jig is up!
No one expects the spanish inquisit- "Nope. It's a dare,"
Smooth!
I'm so smooth!
I'm smoother than a banana smoothie.
Ah crap now I'm thirsty.
"So," Scott began. Holy shit how am I not fangirling so hard right now? "Someone dared you to…?"
"Pretend I have no memory!" Smooth! OMG I'm so awesome. Freaking brilliant.
Scott nodded. "Cool. You're doing pretty good so far."
"Right…" HAHA I can't believe he bought it.
Not because I wasn't amazing or anything…
Because I was.
"Well, anyway. Why do you call me Elle? And do I go to the same school as you? How old am I? What do I spend my time doing?" Was there anything else I wanted to ask? "Oh and where do I keep my money."
Scott blinked.
"Oh did I talk too fast?"
He rolled his eyes and reached accross me-
HOLY CRAP SCOTT IT LIKE INCHES FROM MY FACE!
-And grabbed my phone.
He then swiftly pressed number 3.
"Stiles," he greeted to the phone.
WHAT? I HAVE STILES ON SPEED DIAL?
THIS DREAM IS AMAZING.
IT'S LIKE TIM TAMS AND A CARAMEL MILKSHAKE COMBINED!
Ah crap now I'm hungry as well.
Ehm, waiter?
"Yeah, well Elle's pretending to have no memory and she's asking a bunch of questions," Ah, isn't Scott's voice dreamy? Haha see what I did there? Dreamy? Haha cause I'm in a dream. "Can you answer them for me? I can't keep up with her.
Oh now he was passing the phone to me!
And Stiles was on it!
MAYBE I CAN FINALLY FIND OUT HIS REAL NAME?
"Hello?" I squeak into the phone. Wow nice going, real cool and all.
"Hey Elle, what's this about a dare?" OH MY G- IT REALLY WAS STILES!
HOLY FANGASM!
SOMEONE REPLACE MY OVARIES.
WE NEED 20 CC'S OF CHOCOLATE MILK.
I tried to answer, but all that came out of my mouth was a weird gasping sound.
Real smooth.
"Elle?" Both Stiles and Scott asked.
I cleared my throat. that's right, die frog die. "It's a dare. I have to pretend like I have no memories. And I was asking Scott stuff but I guess I overwhelmed him."
Holy shit I just said Scott!
"Right, well shoot," Stiles said. His voice was somewhat sceptical.
WAIT DID STILES JUST TALK TO ME?
BRAIN OVERLOAD.
"Okay," I took a deep breath. Time for a classic 'say as much as you can in one breath' moment. "Why do you call me Elle? And do I go to the same school as you? How old am I? What do I spend my time doing? And where do I keep my money?"
"Oh fun," Stiles said. He actually seemed amused by the challenge. "We call you Elle, cause you are the last to be born out of all of us and you were always last. So you were like 'hey, I don't like my name, so call me L, for last, cause I'm always last.' And then Scott, the genius he is-" said with much sarcasm "-suggested we just call you Elle."
HOLY SHIT SCOTT FRIGGIN' MCCALL NAMED ME?
"You go to Beacon Hills high, along with us. You're turning seventeen on the 27th of September and you spend most of your time practicing guitar or piano. Of course you're always hanging out with Scott and I, or Lydia. Finally, you have a savings card and some cash stuffed in one of your toy bears."
Well that's not too bad. I'm actually eighteen, but I guess dreams can seriously mess around with details.
Hold on…
"How do you know where Tullia- (err… I'm supposed to be Tullia) I (nice save) keep my cash."
"Found out pretty much as soon as we met. You're not very good at keeping secrets," Stiles explained.
I frowned. "When did we meet?"
"Your mother's been friends with Scott's since you were two or something. Scott introduced me to you when we were in our fourth year of school," Stiles answered easily.
HOLY CRUD KNUCKLES, SINCE FOURTH GRADE?
Scott then interrupted me by grabbing the phone from my hand. "Thanks- Yeah I'll deal. Talk to you tonight? Cool. Bye dude."
He then proceeded to end the call.
iPhone's FTW…
"That was awesome!" I say as I do a little dance.
Hell yeah I can swing my butt.
This dream is awesome, I already got to speak to Scott and Stiles!
Who knew my mind could be so creative?
Woot.
"Elle," Scott interrupted my solo-celebration. I turned to him and tried my best not to fangasm again. "So, school?"
I blinked.
"You looking forward to it?" He elaborated.
WAIT!
SCOTT ISN'T A WEREWOLF YET?
Oh this is awesome!
"You bet your cheesecake I am," I said and turned to my desk.
Now which draw would Tullia- I mean- I keep my purse in.
Not the first.
Second?
Third?
Third time isn't always lucky apparently.
"Uh Elle," Scott's voice spoke up.
Ah! Shit another muffled squeal for his voice.
But my G- it's so freaking incredible.
*Drool.*
Oh hey! Scotty boy found my purse!
Well… Tullia's purse.
Which is mine…
Because I'm Tullia…
I'm also Elle. Which is a pretty epic nickname.
"Thanks!"
Oh wow I'm loaded.
There's like…
$600 in cash.
Wow…
"Scott," I ask, catching the boys attention.
AH HE ACTUALLY TURNED! AWESOME!
"Yeah?"
"Can we go shopping?" I asked.
I'd never held so much cash in my life. I have a job sure, well outside of this dream. It's pretty cool to have so much money. I wondered how though, it didn't look like Tullia's mother, my mother, had a ring on her finger.
So no father…
Guess Tullia's mother, my mother (gotta get used to that) had a pretty wonderful job.
Or something...
Scott shrugged and spun on the office chair. "It's your car."
"I have a car?" I gasped.
Wow I run fast.
Scott does too apparently.
Aha! Of course this house has a bowl for keys.
Now, the garage.
Oh my G-
"Is that a… a-?"
"Yup," Scott laughs. "It's a nice car. Silver Porsche Boxster. You got it for your last birthday."
Wow, convenient he's explaining my- Tuallia's -life story.
Oh well, gotta give a dream some slack.
"It's beautiful."
Oh my- the metal tasted so good.
And the smell! Oh lord!
I'm in car heaven.
"This is better than a thousand cheesecakes."
It really was.
Scott moved to sit in the passenger seat, but I couldn't seem to take my cheek off the hood of the car. "Shopping?" Scott prompted.
"Lunch!"
Oh damn my mother had incredible timing.
"You weren't heading out were you?" She asked from the doorway to the garage.
Scott shook his head bashfully and dashed inside.
I remained glued to the car.
A glue formed of love and adoration.
Ah… this car was truly beautiful.
"Honey," My mother laughed. "You can fondle your car later. Come have lunch."
I had to wonder why we had such a boring house.
Like, there was no color!
I liked color.
Ah, can you get homesick in a dream?
Scott sat opposite to me, and Melissa was engaged in a lively conversation with my mother as I served myself. She'd set out a really yummy looking chicken.
And I mean come on, who doesn't like chicken?
"So, are you going to tell me who dared you?" Scott asked after a sip of lemonade.
Blergh. I hated lemonade.
"Nope," Ooo she also set out some carrot. I love carrots. This woman knew me too well. Creepy. "That's for me to know and for you to never find out."
He grinned and stole a chicken leg off my plate. "Hey!" I shrieked.
That's right Scott, get your hand slapped.
"No fighting at the table," my mother hissed.
Hissy snake.
"Sorry Ma," I drawled but kicked Scott under the table.
Haha. I don't play by no rules son!
"Elle," Scott growled lowly and stole the last of my chicken legs.
OH HE WAS GOING DOWN!
DOWN TO DOWNTOWN!
TO DONKEY TOWN!
"Take that!"
Haha, how you like getting your foot stomped on?
Yay! Seems I won!
Scott ain't gonna bother me no more.
That's right! I just beat Scott McCall, future werewolf.
Dream or not, I'm friggin' super. More super than cheesecake.
"Tullia, how about you and Scott clean up today," My mother suggested.
Ah yay.
Love cleaning.
Like…
Love cleaning.
"You're terrible at this," He really is. All he did was bring the dishes to the sink.
I'm the one rinsing them and placing them in the dishwasher.
Pfft. Boys.
Scott shrugs.
OH SCOTT MCCALL DID NOT JUST GIVE ME ATTITUDE!
Freaking Penguin piss.
"School?" Scott prompted.
Hah! I'd avoided talking about it all afternoon.
"Don't know."
Short and simple.
Smooth as a butterfly.
"I'm looking forward to it," he comments. "I'm going to make first line this year."
*Cue dramatic clashings of plates as I drop them in shock.*
HOLD ON SCOTT DID NOT JUST SAY THAT!
Oh jeez I'm fangirling.
Breathe.
In out.
In and out.
In out.
In…
WHAT COMES AFTER IN?
"You must be looking forward to seeing Lydian again at least," Scott comments.
THANK GIBBERLY PENGUINS THAT HE ISN'T SEEING MY MAJOR FREAK OUT RIGHT NOW. Okay, breathe Tullia. In and out. There we go.
"Lydia," Haha ready for this one guys? "I'm definitely excited to see her again."
THAT'S RIGHT! I'm going to meet Lydia friggin' Martin!
Best. Dream. Ever.
"I still don't get it," Scott admits as he turns back to me. QUICK COVER ALL SIGNS OF FANGASM. "You and Lydia. Friends."
"How long have I been friends with her again?" I prompt sneakily.
So sneaky.
"I'm getting sick of this dare already," Scott sighs. "You were her lab partner last year. Since then you hang out in class and after school. You sit with us at lunch of course."
This dream though, it's so kind and generous. So much information sharing for free!
And everyone knows I LOVE FREE STUFF!
Time to be even more sneaky. "Do I have a boyfriend?"
Ah, fail.
That wasn't blunt or anything. Nope. Nopedy Nope.
Scott turns and quirks a brow at me. Don't quirk your brow at me mister. "No."
"Ah," Can't believe Tullia didn't have a go at Scott. But then again I'm all for Scallison. "Shame."
Finally done with the dishes!
Yes!
#DonewithDishes
"Hey what day is it today?" I ask as we move towards the living room.
Don't squeal, Scott's shoulder just brushed against you, don't squeal.
He hums thoughtfully. Oh damn that's a nice hum. "Friday."
It's friday, friday, gotta get down on friday.
"Wait, do I have a license?" I don't know american driving laws.
But I did drive in Australia.
Huh… I'd have to drive on the right side of the road wouldn't I?
"Yeah, otherwise you wouldn't have a car," Scott scoffed and sat on the couch.
Ohhh the couch was uber comfy.
What was it? A Laz-e-boy? "Hey honey," my mother greeted me.
Well, it'll take some getting used to.
I did like honey.
Not just the nickname, but actual honey.
Yummy.
"Yo ma," I greeted back.
Hmm.
I wonder…
OMG! I'M LEANING ON SCOTT'S SHOULDER!
HAH AND HE ISN'T PUSHING ME OFF!
WOOT!
"I'm picking up more shifts at the hospital, hopefully it will work out with when they go back to school. Scott's been so helpful," she smiles fondly. "But what about you Steph? How's the firm?"
Firm?
Is my mother a lawyer?
"Really good actually. We've been getting a lot more clients lately, and I'm up for a promotion- less hours than I'm working now," she says as she sips her coffee.
"Woah! That's awesome!" Maybe I shouldn't have butted in so suddenly.
Scott nodded. "Yeah. Congratulations Mrs. Willmont."
"Well I think it's about time," Melissa announced. Hells yeah Melissa, you go woman. Melissa had always been a favorite of mine- Mama McCall. "But, enough about work. We've got two beautiful kids going into their Sophomore years and I haven't heard a word from Scott about it."
She looked at her son pointedly
Haha Scott!
"Yes. That's right. How is lacrosse Scott?" My mother asks.
Well he's going to be awesome, and I can't wait to see him play!
Well… nevermind. This is a dream, and I'm probably going to wake up soon.
Damn. Sad feels.
"What about you Tullia?" Melissa asked me.
Oops, zoned out.
"You're going to have to repeat that command captain."
Scott chuckles.
YES! I'd made Scott smile!
"I was wondering if you had any plans for this year," she repeated.
Oh.
Ummm…
"I want to get a boyfriend," I blurt out before I can stop myself.
Oops.
Damn mouth.
Both mothers giggle at me, whilst Scott looks at his feet.
Ooops I've made him uncomfortable.
"Um, but seriously? I don't know."
That's right, what was I going to do?
Oops. I forgot again.
This is just a dream.
"Thankyou for having us over Steph," Melissa says eventually, and I watch as she stands to leave. "We'll have to catch up again once school returns."
Hey look! Scott's standing too!
Oh and now he's moving to hug me again!
"See you Elle," he says as he pulls back. "I'll call you later okay?"
Holy crud on a peacock! I'd been hugged again!
"Yup," I squeak.
Note to self, must stop squeaking.
Oh dear lord, am I turning into a mouse?
Oh they're gone now.
"That was nice," Ah, look, creepy-lady is sighing. "I've got work to do, I'll see you later honey."
And... now she's gone too.
Weird.
This house is eerily quiet.
OH MY G- IS THAT A BEAR?
No it's just a lamp.
Freaking lamps.
Maybe I should go back to my room.
Well it's Tullia's room…
But anyway.
Her room's nice.
Ah look! She has The Darkest Minds.
Awesome. My friend told me to read that.
I'm going to read it.
Gosh, everything in this house is so comfortable.
Although this bed is a little too soft for me.
Well, I'm not fussy.
Wait, why am I hearing the spongebob theme right now?
Oh of course.
It's Tullia's ringtone.
URGH!
I need to change that.
"Hello?"
Hmm. I wonder if Tullia answered the phone a specific way.
"Tullia? Hey it's Lydia,"
OH MY G- FANGASM!
I LOVE LYDIA!
Her hair is so pretty.
"H-Hi Lydia."
Urgh, stutter.
Smooth.
"Pick me up. We're going to get dinner tonight, I need to talk to someone. Everyone's been an ass lately and I'm sick of it."
WOW SHE WANTED TO TALK TO ME?
So cool!
Wait…
"Can you text me your address?"
Lydia scoffed. "What?"
"I'm doing this dare where I pretend to have no memory," I elaborated. I hope she buys that.
Heck, I don't even really buy that.
"Urgh, seriously Tullia. You always get into the worst sh- nevermind. I'll see you in an hour."
Oh damn Lydia is as cool in dreamland as she is on T.V.
Well sweet.
Okay, the phone beeped.
Enter the address in the GPS…
Ah good! She's only twenty minutes away.
Now… to get dressed.
Let's see.
'Donut touch me' Tee, check.
Ruby biker jacket, check.
Black ripped skinny jeans, check.
Black platform high heel sandals, check.
And… YES! Disney princess tattoo backpack, hell's yeah!
Okay, now to grab my purse and cellphone…
And I'm off!
"Bye ma!" She probably wouldn't hear me but oh well.
Ah, it's the car again. The beautiful car that I can't believe I own. Dreamland FTW.
Okay, let's see how she drives.
Oh! That's so cool! The hood comes down!
*Cue squeal of delight.*
Alright, it's really weird driving in America.
But is that Lydia's house?
Oh my god this song on the radio is awesome.
I beep the horn and roll down the window. "Lydia!"
"Coming!" I hear her call. She has a nice house, I had to admit.
She has a really cute strappy skater dress on, Lydia really had a sense of style.
Better than mine for sure.
"Hey," I greet.
She glances at me and flashes a quick smile. "I approve."
"Of what?" I ask before her eyes flicker pointedly to my clothes. "Oh. Well that's awesome!"
I had Lydia Martins seal of approval!
*Squeal.*
Wait.
"Where we heading?"
She pulls out her phone. "Um. Probably the mall just up the road, Left, right, left and then straight."
"Okie dokie," I chirp happily.
Yay Lydia is giving me directions!
Best. Dream. Ever.
"So I'm thinking of Jackson and everything. He just isn't getting it anymore you know? I mean I asked him yesterday if he was coming next weekend, and he just shrugged. Shrugged!"
Oh right, this was back when they were dating.
"You know Lydia," How to go about this? I was pretty stealthy. Yup, so stealthy… "Maybe you should try dating someone else."
"Like who?" She asks as she locks her phone.
I bite my lip and gesture vaguely with one hand. I still had to drive. "Someone different. Like, not in the normal groups you hunt through."
"Give me a name," she says, looking eager.
Hmm. I didn't ship Stydia 100%, but if I got Lydia to go out with Stiles… He may just hug me. And I like hugs. Especially ones from Stiles. "Someone smart, and cute too."
"Tell me already," Lydia said, sounding threatening. But I knew from her expression she wouldn't hurt me.
Spit it out mouth! "Stiles."
"Are you serious?" She says through a gasp.
Oh look! Parking lot!
We're here.
"Yes."
Lydia suddenly slaps me on the shoulder.
Oh damn I just got slapped by Lydia!
"No," she says sternly and then hops out the car.
URGH! Why was Lydia always so stubborn.
"Coffee first, then we'll go and pick out a new phone for me," she announces.
Oh coffee! I like coffee!
The barista is smiling at me. Better smile back.
Lydia picks a booth at the back, and I sit opposite her.
Okay compared to the chairs at home, these ones aren't nearly as comfortable.
Finally a change!
"What about you?" Lydia asks. "You finally got a crush yet?"
"Nope," I pipe. "Have I even dated anyone yet?"
Lydia rolls her eyes. "This is stupid. Who the hell would dare you to pretend like you have no memory? Seems like a waste of a dare."
I shrugged.
Personally if I could dare someone I'd have to dare Lydia to eat cheesecake.
Nobody appreciates cheesecake enough!
Viva la cheesecake revolution!
"It's been fun."
Not a lie.
It has been fun.
"Maybe for you. What about Scott?" Lydia asks.
I gape.
"Scott's got his own penguin," I grumble.
Penguins and fish, all of them are annoying as hell.
Lydia doesn't have any idea what I'm talking about.
"He's taken," I say instead.
She sighs.
Lydia has such a beautiful sigh.
And I'm still insanely jealous of her hair.
"We'll find you someone," she says with a shrug. "Now are you done?"
Hmm, well my cup is still half full but…
"Yup."
I really want to see Lydia shop!
Unfortunately she doesn't go straight for the iPhone.
"Are we still meeting on wednesdays?" She asks absently.
Why must she be eyeing the non-apple touch phones?
"For?" I prompt.
Oh hey! Perfect time to change my spongebob ringtone.
"Studying of course," she brushes her hair back.
Oh this dude looks like he could change a ringtone.
"I want Disney's Phineas and Ferb's ringtone for my phone," I tell him.
Lydia chokes behind me. "Really?"
"Yup," Phineus is so adorable. "I hate Spongebob."
She glares at me. "No, you love that sponge."
"I'm afraid my fetish for dish washing equipment is over."
Haha yes! I made Lydia laugh!
Why is she going for such a big phone?
URGH. Big phones.
"So, I'm thinking we could get Chinese for take away. Then we'll watch a movie back at my place and you can stay over."
"My mother won't mind?" I ask.
Lydia brushes her hair back again as she's handed her new phone.
Ah I love paper bags.
Especially yellow ones.
"Of course not. She trusts you more than I trust Versace to keep me beautiful."
Did Lydia just?
"Did you just?"
Her giggle cut me off.
"Well anyway, sure. Chinese sounds good."
Can we just-
Can I just-
Take a moment.
I'm about to sleep over at Lydia's place.
Lydia freaking Martin!
And once again-
Best. Dream. Ever.
Lydia once again directs me to a good take out place.
She really should voice a GPS system.
"I'll go get it, you can wait here," Lydia says as she hops out.
Wow, nice.
Time to close the roof up, looks like it's going to rain.
Convertibles are so cool.
When I wake up I have to buy one.
If I have the money…
"Okay, let's go," she says as she slides back into the seat.
I nod and let her direct me again.
Wow, Beacon Hills is kinda quiet at night.
"My parent's aren't home so we can claim the lounge room. I'll set up the movie."
"Notebook?" I guessed.
I'd actually never seen The Notebook.
Oh I was right!
She did pick The Notebook.
Score one for me!
I had our meals on plates when I finally joined Lydia. She grabbed us a bottle of water and started the movie.
I couldn't help but continue glancing at Lydia.
I mean, I was sitting next to Lydia Martin!
Maybe I could-
Aha! I can hug Lydia!
Awesome.
Like unbelievably awesome.
But…
It's a dream.
A dream that I don't really want to end.
Here's the thing though.
In everything that I knew… when you went to sleep in a dream, the dream ended.
And it was getting late.
And Lydia and I were both yawning.
Which meant…
I was going to sleep soon.
*Cue grieving silence.*
Eventually, Lydia picked up on this.
She's so epic… like an epic penguin.
"What's up?"
"Just… thinking."
It was true. I was thinking.
Although you can't stop thinking…
She turned from the movie- which was now rolling credits. "About what?"
I shrugged. "I've just had a really good day… and I don't want it to end."
"Well, we can hang out tomorrow again, but Jackson will be tagging along."
Ah, it would be awesome to meet Jackson.
More awesome than a hundred free cheesecakes.
With blueberry icing.
"Yeah," I sigh and run a hand through my hair.
Huh… seemed I had different hair here too.
Long…
Decidedly a dark red…
Curly.
Hmm.
Nice.
"Okay, well I'm tired. You coming?" Lydia stands and moves towards her bedroom.
Here it goes.
Time for this dream to come to an end.
"Yeah."
I frown. "One last thing Lydia," Last words right? Yolo. "Please go out with Stiles? For me."
Lydia holds my gaze for a long time, before her lips curl into a smile. "Fine."
And then she turns and walks off.
I sigh and smile sadly.
Time to wake up.
A/N:
I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm more than happy to continue this story, just make sure to let me know in your review. This idea came to me from seeing other stories with the same concept, but I thought I'd try something a little different. Hence the sporadic and harebrained first character view. It is supposed to be funny so if you think it's stupid, that's the point! Enjoy it, don't hate it XD Please... :)
If I am to continue this story, the plot will change,because that's what Elle/Tullia will do to it!
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