lydiascreams | [022. Do you wanna build a snowman?]

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[When Lydia wakes up that morning her bed is much bigger than she's used to. Her room is the same, but different and it's colder than it should be at home.

Once the lights in her room are on, after she takes a peek out the door and doesn't find the rest of her house, she finds the phone there and has an urge to start the video.

She appears on the camera with hair uncharacteristically out of place, and still in her pajamas.]

Mom? Dad?

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[Lydia decided to explore the place she's at. It's not grandma's house but she feels safe enough in this place and she knows her friends are out there. So she dresses herself and makes her way around the ship until she finds the deck. And snow!

She'll start with building a snowman.]

(ooc: Lydia is obviously affected. Replies will come from

pricessariel. Although she doesn't remember exactly what happened or what the Barge is, she'll know if people she's friends with approach her and will be inclined to trust them.)

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[That is...not the reaction he'd been anticipating at all, but he can't help but feel relieved that it's the one he's gotten. He also can't help but smile back at her, this time for real, and he kneels down in front of her.]

Yeah. Well, one of them. You have another one, too. Her name is Allison. I'm Stiles.

[The name makes her pause because, surprise, yes, she recognizes it.]

There's a Stiles at my school, but he's not my friend. Is that you?

[She makes a face at Allison though.]

Is it the same Allison that put the camera up her nose? That was so gross!

[He's definitely surprised she recognizes his name. He's always been sure she had no idea who he was until the last couple years. He nods at her question.]

Yeah, that's me.

[He chuckles at her comment about Allison.]

Probably the same one. But you didn't meet her until you were my age. I mean, before now. [It's kind of confusing, even for him.]

[She definitely remembers since her last birthday.]

He gave me my science experiment book! It's my favorite. But I can only play with it at Grandma's. Dad doesn't like it. [She grins softly like she's getting away with something then shrugs.]

So when Stiles grows up he becomes you, and I become that girl in the pictures in my room?

[His chest tightens a little at the mention of her dad not liking the science experiment book. He knows her dad's never really been supportive in any way ever, and he's missed out on so much of her life. He pushes all those thoughts away and nods.]

Yeah, you do. In fact, you're the smartest person I've ever met.

I am? [She gasps in surprise, but blushes at the same time.]

Your whole life?

[He smiles softly at her and nods.]

Definitely. My whole life.

Cool. [She likes being smart. And she really likes being told she's smart.]

Do you wanna build a snowman with me?

[It takes every ounce of self control he has not to make a joke about Frozen, because she won't even remember that being a movie at this point.]

Yeah, definitely. Looks like you've got a really good start already. What do you want me to do?

[She smiles brightly at him then points up at the top.]

You can shape his head because he's getting too tall for me. But you have to make it really smooth so use your palms, okay?

[Stiles nods in agreement, moving over to the snowman and glancing at her out of the corner of his eye as he begins to work on the snowman's head, making it as round and smooth as possible. He's never built a snowman before, because it's not like it snows much in Beacon Hills. When it does, it's definitely not enough for snowman-building.]

What do you think?

[Lydia rubs her hands together and breaths in them to warm them up as she looks up, considering the snowman seriously, then nodding.]

I think he looks okay, but he needs a hat. Do you have any hats?

[He smiles at the serious look on her face, but there's worry in his eyes because it's cold out here and she's definitely not dressed warm enough for the weather.]

I think I have a hat or two in my closet. Why don't we go look? And maybe we can swing by the cafeteria and see if we can get some hot chocolate before we come back and finish the snowman?

[Lydia stares up at him, her face brightening.]

I can have hot chocolate?

Yes, you can have hot chocolate. With marshmallows. Or whipped cream. Whichever you like better. Or both.

[...he's a total pushover, to the surprise of absolutely no one.]

[Lydia giggles then reaches for his hand and pulls him back toward the door.]

I want marshmallows! Can I have the little ones? Lots of them?

Yeah, you bet. As many as you want.

[He lets her tug him toward the door, small smile on his face.]

[She smiles brightly up at him.]

I wish you were my best friend now and not just when I'm older.

[His expression softens at that and he smiles back at her.]

I'll be your best friend now, too. [He pauses.] You want a piggyback ride?

[Lydia considers that for a second, then shakes her head.]

I'm too big for those.

[He bites his lip to suppress a chuckle even as he nods. He gives her hand a light squeeze.]

All right. Fair point.