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   In truth, Lydia had been planning on giving Jackson his key back ever since he had returned from London, but something had stopped her every time. She could've easily just dropped it in his locker, given it to Allison, to his parents, directly to him, mailed it, sold it, done anything to get rid of it, but even after they had broken up, she couldn't bring herself to do it. Even though it had been months since it had happened, she still couldn't get over it. And maybe she never would. A part of her would probably always love Jackson. She wasn't sure if this was part of the whole 'first love' dynamic, or it was simply the fact that she wasn't over Jackson and everything felt eternal at this moment.

   She took a deep breath, before placing the key back in her purse, not wanting to lose it. She didn't care if the Whittemore's were going to change the lock, or even Jackson would - she wanted to keep the symbol of their relationship, her first true relationship. She wasn't sure why Jackson had asked her to come over, but she could guess it was related to Allison. And in truth, she needed someone, Jackson, as much as he needed anyone. She wouldn't allow herself to think or believe that he needed her as much as she needed him.

   This was Jackson Oliver Whittemore they were talking about here. He was made of stone, didn't need anyone or anything. Ever. Or maybe that was all he would allow himself to show her. She knew that Allison and Jackson were good friends and had connected quite a bit -- maybe he was completely different and opened up to her? She didn't know. She didn't want to know. It'd only make her question herself, she could see the questions now. Why Allison? Why not you? Is it because you're not good enough? Or you're just so insensitive and self-absorbed that Jackson can't bring himself to tell you about his feelings?

    She walked ahead of him, trying not to let the boy see how upset she was, not only by what happened with Allison, but also with Jackson. She hated feeling jealous, especially of Allison, and couldn't believe how petty she was being. This was her best friend, her deceased best friend. It was just that she was constantly jealous of Allison, and she had always been jealous of her best friend. Her relationship with her parents, her clothes, how much Scott had doted on her when they had dated, and now, her friendship with Jackson. Seriously, Lydia? This is your best friend. Was your best friend.

    In all honesty, she wasn't sure what Jackson wanted or needed. She knew he was grieving, and knew he didn't want to be alone, but wasn't sure how to comfort him. She never had to deal with that when they dated, he never dealt with her crying either. Sure, he had dealt with her family issues, but that was it. Unsure if she was crossing the friendship boundary for the second time that day, she seated herself close to where Jackson was, and took his hand, trying to communicate that she was there for him, but all the same time, not saying anything else. 

I'll Be Waiting Here (In Case) → Jackson & Lydia

   Looking at how tightly she clutched the key allowed an odd sense of comfort wash over Jackson. She still had it, she never lost it, and she still felt comfortable enough to use it. Maybe there was some hope for the future. Jackson was not exactly sure what he was hoping for exactly, he just knew that there was something he needed. If she ever tried to return the key, Jackson was almost certain that he simply would not accept it. How could he? He could barely accept the fact that they were officially no longer together, despite what happened just a few months before.

   Jackson swallowed. A lump began to form in the center of his throat and his breath hitched slightly. He hated to admit just how much he needed Lydia around. If he admitted it, bad things could happen and that was something that Jackson just was not willing to do. Sure, Jackson had had girlfriends in the past but none of them were like her. Every relationship up until that point were merely flings or ploys in an attempt to climb the social ladder. But Lydia was different. She was always different.

   Jackson felt like he needed to speak up. That he needed to come up with some stupid excuse as to why he asked her to come over. Yet all he could do was simply stand there. Ever since he allowed the thought of Allison’s death sink in his mind has come up blank. It had been the same when Gio came over, of course things weren’t exactly the same but they had been fairly close. Jackson breathed the girl before him in deep. He welcomed the closeness that she provided him. He needed it more than he could ever say.

   Still, he pulled away. His rough fingers slipping into his pockets as he looked down at his feet. There really were no words to describe how he was feeling. Jackson simply nodded at her words, following after her. The gentle clacking on the linoleum was the only thing that echoed into his ears and bounced around the empty household. Sitting down, Jackson stretched his fingers out, tugging at the fabric of his jeans. He didn’t dare look at Lydia as he hardened at her words.

  The truth was that he missed Allison just as much as she did. The truth was that he still had so many things to tell her. That he was looking for his parents. That he still cared about the red haired girl before him. He still had Allison’s present wrapped and under the tree which had yet to be taken down. It was Jackson’s job to dismantle the tree but he couldn’t bring himself to go near it. Not with Allison’s gift still there. “Yeah,” he said, not completely sure what he was saying yeah too. He just knew that it was the only thing he was capable of saying.

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No buts, Allie. You agreed. Speaking of clothes, we need to go shopping soon.

Yeah, but— …good point.

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I thought we decided that I would help you with all your outfits?

I’m no good at getting ready to go out on dates. #outfitproblems #help

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I was just about to ask the same thing...Should we send out a search party?

Has anyone seen Kurt? He didn’t meet me at Starbucks for lunch today, no one is home at his house right now, and he isn’t answering my texts…

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Wait really? 

…I’ll take it.

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I have no freaking clue. I came out of the shower and I was going to look for something to wear and there  it was. 

How does that even happen?

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battlechiefmccall replied to your post:Anyone missing a cat? I found a black one with...

Not my cat but do you want me to come take a look at it?

That'd be great, Scott! I was planning on taking it to Deaton's later anyways.

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I think the cat was hiding from Prada? I put it in a box right now and fed it milk... I was thinking of taking it to Deaton later, after I checked with everyone.

Spooky.

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Anyone missing a cat? I found a black one with white on the tips of his ears hiding in my closet. Definitely not mine.

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Someone's a bit full of themselves. Keyword there is yet.

I think he’s using me for my good looks. He’s highly aware I’m sleeping with his son. He hasn’t arrested me yet.

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You're never leaving again. Do you know how much — Never mind. Are you.. okay?

PM

Babe, I— I’m so, so, sorry.

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Well, fuck. …Hi.

Allison. Don't ever do that again.

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He doesn't. Very funny. It won't be when Mr. Stilinski finds out.  So keep it in your pants until April.

I don’t think he lets anyone forget. That’s minor details. No pun intended.

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Text: I'll... I keep wanting to say I'll be fine, but I probably won't be which is okay. If you need anything from me don't hesitate to call okay?

[ text ] I won’t. Likewise. Thanks, Scott. 

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Of course. That itself is illegal, isn't it? Unless... you two haven't had sex.As if I could ever forget.

I won’t. I’m dating the son of the sheriff.

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That's true. It's a good thing you don't do that anymore. The last thing we need is you getting arrested.

Don’t look at me for illegal activities. That’s all Austin these days.

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Can we? Please?

Define 'dirt cheap', because if we have the same definition...

That would be fun. Derek might just come in his pants.

I got a bunch of those Very Sexy pushups, y’know? And they were cheap. Like, dirt cheap. The semi annual sale is the reason I live and breathe.