[There comes a time in every teenager's life when they just can't take anymore. When everything's too much, when feelings are too intense...when the whole process of learning and growing up is a burden that young minds and hearts crack under.
Allison's been through more than most, and she's trying very hard not to have a Bad Day. So, it's not Lydia's brush off about socializing that gets her.
It's the first remark. "About Stiles?"
She can't hear this. Not today, not on a Bad Day.
She takes a deep breath...and when her eyes go bright, whether with tears or anger, it's clear that Allison has, just a tiny bit...snapped.]
Lydia? I love you, so I'm sorry for what I'm about to say, but you need to hear it, so--no, I take it back. I'm not sorry, because life is too short. It's too short, sweetie. You're a banshee, you should know this. I shouldn't have to tell you that.
I know what losing Jackson did to you. And I know what Stiles means to you. And I know how scared you are of getting hurt again, how terrified you are of making mistakes or losing someone else, but what's it gonna take for you to take a chance? How close to the edge do you have to come before you stop wasting time?
[She's breathing a little harder now, a little shaky...she's getting upset and trying not to raise her voice, but it's hard. It's hard, because she just can't stand it, not right at this moment.
"About Stiles?" It makes Allison heartsick, the way those words are echoing in her head.]
Lydia, I've seen it. Alan saw it. On this ship, there is a boy who can give you everything you ever wanted. Who can make you so happy...who will love you more than you ever believe you deserve, and you're going to sit there and pretend you don't know what I mean when I say you need to do something about Stiles?
[BFF Filter]
Allison's been through more than most, and she's trying very hard not to have a Bad Day. So, it's not Lydia's brush off about socializing that gets her.
It's the first remark. "About Stiles?"
She can't hear this. Not today, not on a Bad Day.
She takes a deep breath...and when her eyes go bright, whether with tears or anger, it's clear that Allison has, just a tiny bit...snapped.]
Lydia? I love you, so I'm sorry for what I'm about to say, but you need to hear it, so--no, I take it back. I'm not sorry, because life is too short. It's too short, sweetie. You're a banshee, you should know this. I shouldn't have to tell you that.
I know what losing Jackson did to you. And I know what Stiles means to you. And I know how scared you are of getting hurt again, how terrified you are of making mistakes or losing someone else, but what's it gonna take for you to take a chance? How close to the edge do you have to come before you stop wasting time?
[She's breathing a little harder now, a little shaky...she's getting upset and trying not to raise her voice, but it's hard. It's hard, because she just can't stand it, not right at this moment.
"About Stiles?" It makes Allison heartsick, the way those words are echoing in her head.]
Lydia, I've seen it. Alan saw it. On this ship, there is a boy who can give you everything you ever wanted. Who can make you so happy...who will love you more than you ever believe you deserve, and you're going to sit there and pretend you don't know what I mean when I say you need to do something about Stiles?