That night, after everyone left Lydia's house after her birthday party, she went through her gifts and seperated them into two piles: the ones she were keeping and the other one.. well what she was going to return or throw away. Only one present she had gotten had an envelope attached on to it. Ripping it open, she began to read the messy handwriting, belonging to none other than Stiles Stilinski.

Happy birthday, Lydia!

Another year has gone and come. Another year you keep getting more and more attractive, which honestly isn't possible. You're already the most gorgeous girl in all of Beacon Hills. I know you probably won't even read this, since it's from a nobody like me, but I've had a crush on you since the third freaking grade. I still remember the first time I saw you. You probably don't remember this, but it was the first day of third grade, and you had just moved to Beacon Hills. You were in front of the room, telling the class about yourself, and I sat in my desk, next to Scott, just admiring you. Scott knew right away that I had my eye on you. He always liked to tease me. I thought it was just a small crush, but every year, when I saw you on the first day of school, my crush on you just grew more and more.

I'm sorry about how things with Jackson ended, but I always knew you could do better than him. You could do better than anyone in Beacon Hills. I should probably stop writing, because even on paper, you still make me nervous. Happy birthday again.

-Stiles

Lydia read the note over several times, her eyes not wanting to drift away from the paper she held. Heat rised to her cheeks, and the smile that formed on her face wouldn't fade away. She had always known that Stiles had a small crush on her, but she didn't know, until this very moment, how serious he was about her. If she had been completely over Jackson, she might've actually given the lacrosse player a chance.

Ever since that night of finding the birthday letter, the feelings she had for Jackson decreased and she started to grow small feelings for Stiles. She wouldn't ever admit it though - maybe to Allison, who she told everything to.