Lydia lost Jackson, maybe not forever but he was gone with real no promise of ever returning.
Boyd watched the life drain from Erica’s eyes right in front of him, listened as her heat beat thumped one last time.
They both had lost someone important to them, sure in different ways but they both felt the feeling in their chest. The tight feeling you get when someone leaves your life. The hold on your heart that never quite goes away no matter how much time has passed.
Maybe that’s why they were both drawn to each other. They each felt like they had no one. Lydia hasn’t spoken to Allison in months. Not that Allison hasn’t made attempts to try and mend their broken friendship. Lydia just isn’t ready to hear it or accept any apologies. Scott and Stiles keep their distance, occasionally though Stiles will check in but it’s kept short.
Boyd doesn’t exactly know where he fits in anymore. Things with Derek feel hostile and Boyd never made a connection with Isaac. Erica was really his own connection to the pack and now she’s gone. He was right back at square one.
It makes sense in someways why they’d gravitate to each other. It starts out simple enough, sharing a lunch table with each other. Both involved with the supernatural but find themselves alone in it. They don’t talk, simple nods of hello given but their lunches are ate in silence. When the bell rings, goodbyes are gestured. It goes on like that for a month before Lydia breaks the silence. “There’s a pop quiz in Applegates.” Boyd nods, appreciating the heads up.
After that their conversations get a little longer. The topics are kept on safe subjects: school, homework and Lydia tries her hand at adding in reality tv but Boyd could careless about them. Lydia bring up the ice skating rink.
“I use to watch you skate.” It sounds a lot creepier when Boyd says it outloud. “You were pretty good.”
Lydia waved her hand dismissively.”I was an amateur.”
“Nah, you were good until you stopped showing up.”
This raises a small smile out of Lydia. “Maybe I’ll pick it back up.” She does, Boyd remembers being surprised one Saturday afternoon to see the familiar red head whizzing around the rink. Boyd watches her for a few minutes. She really was good even after all this time.
Time passes and things start to feel better. Boyd finds himself being able to crack a smile. Lydia feels more at ease whenever around him. Her head feels more settled then in has in months. Things aren’t perfect between them. There are still some sore spots they hit on but things were nice. They were comfortable.
“You should get on the ice.” Lydia brings up one day at lunch.
“I don’t skate.” Which is strange considering his dad owns the place and he’s practically lived there his entire life.
“How is that possible?”
“After school. You’re getting your first lesson.”