Lydia Martin is a survivor. (idontneedtohide) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-09-24 08:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | caroline forbes, lydia martin |
Characters: Lydia Martin + Caroline Forbes.
Location: A local froyo place.
Time: 24 September, afternoon.
Warnings: TBA.
Summary: Hanging out.
Status: Closed, incomplete.
Lydia was more than grateful that she had ended up posting that sort of whiny, ridiculous post a few days back. She was sort of aware how it sounded, her talking about her bland Dreams like she was disappointed. Most of the people that did comment on it all told her to wait and see, they never stayed that way. What none of them seemed to understand was that she didn’t want them to change; bland was good. Lydia wanted them to stay bland because she wanted Stiles to be wrong. If she was never right about anything else (which, let’s be honest, she usually was right), she wanted to be right about the fact that Peter would stay the same only because she wanted to believe the Dreams couldn’t change him. Part of her didn’t want him to turn into what Stiles said he would, but part of her was afraid that if it could happen to him, it could happen to her and that scared her too. Lydia didn’t want to become someone else. She wanted to be herself. The only person on that post that understood her besides Cora was Caroline. From what they had talked about, they were in the same position, caught between a rock and a hard place. Caroline knew what it was like feeling like people just wanted to argue about the “other” world, the Dream world, how they were just the same thing. She knew what it was like to not know how to talk with the person who was aggravating the issue because of how they were connected. Because of that, Lydia was glad she hit send instead of delete. Caroline could be impartial, but she also understood where Lydia was coming from and right now, that mattered to her a lot. On top of that, Lydia really liked Caroline. She really felt like they would get along and Lydia wanted to make more friends. Since falling into this mess with Stiles, Lydia’s been too stressed to really focus on anything besides school. If she wasn’t studying, she was thinking about these Dreams, about the ones she had, about the ones that she might. Stiles said she was supposed to know Allison, and then she Dreamed about her. What if she Dreamed about the same things Stiles was raving about, that Derek had seen too? She was determined not to let them change her, but could they? Could they just turn her into some vapid bitch he doesn’t care about anyone? Could she turn on the family who took her in when hers fell apart? Lydia couldn’t say. But she was meeting Caroline for frozen yogurt, and if she can’t just forget about that rising anxiety swelling in the back of her mind, maybe Caroline could help her realize that she didn’t have to change. Standing outside of the froyo place, Lydia toyed with her phone as she waited. She had ended up here early because she’d needed to get up and go out otherwise she might have had a panic attack or something. Lydia wanted to talk to Cora about it, but she was afraid to. Hopefully she’d figure out how to talk about this, but right now? She couldn’t. So she just had to hope this place had her favourite flavour and that she’ll be able to drown out some of her anxiety for a little while. |