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I keyed myself into Lydia's house, smiling down at the shiny metal as I stuck it in the lock. I still couldn't believe, even after five months of being together, that I had her. She had even made me a key to her house, saying she felt serious about me. Of course I felt serious about her too. I had felt this way before we even started dating.

"Lyds, you in here?" I called out. I heard her voice calling me from upstairs and so I jogged up to her room.

"Hey", she looked up from her laptop and grinned at me. I still couldn't believe how beautiful she always managed to be, even now with no make-up and wearing some old t-shirt and jogging bottoms.

"What are you doing?" I asked casually, shaking off my jacket and then bouncing down onto the bed next to her. She giggled as I kissed her neck and then shoved me away playfully. I only did it as a joke. I was always doing things like that just to hear her cute little laugh but I knew nothing was going to happen. At first, it had surprised me when Lydia said she wanted to wait for our first time, but I didn't mind. It just showed that she really was serious.

"Plane tickets?" I frowned, looking at the screen in front of me. Her smile faded and she sighed loudly.

"For my Dads wedding", she explained, "He got a new bimbo girlfriend, Amanda, and they're having the wedding in Mallorca." I could tell just by the glint in her eyes that she really didn't want to go.

"How long are you going for?" I asked. The truth behind asking that particular question was that I didn't want her to go either. I would miss her like crazy.

"He said it would count as my yearly visit to him, so could be for weeks. He hasn't sent me the details yet", she furrowed her eyebrows "He just told me to buy a ticket without a return. That he would pay for the return for me when I go home"

"Oh, that's… nice of him", I internally winced at my reply. "When do you have to go?" I asked, attempting to mask up my embarrassing reply.

She counted on her fingers for a second, her lips pointing into a thoughtful pout. I loved it when she did that, she always did it when studying together. "Two weeks tomorrow", she worked out, dragging me away from my small daydream.

"Are you excited?" I tried to choose my words carefully, not saying anything about the marriage. I didn't want to just outright point out that her dad was marrying someone that wasn't her mom. I could just tell there was something else about it worrying her and I thought this question was the best way to find out.

"I really don't want to go", she breathed out, leaning her head onto my shoulder. I lay back so that we were lying down. Her head moved onto my chest and I wrapped my arms around her.

"Can't you get out of it? Say you're ill or something", I suggested, "I don't want you not to enjoy yourself"

"Wait", she suddenly sat up, her eyes shining, "If you came with me, I wouldn't be alone"

I sat up too, looking into her, now excited, eyes. "Are you allowed to bring guests?" I immediately regretted my choice of question. I should have just said yes.

"You don't have to come if you don't want to", she shrugged, her excitable look fading fast.

"No, no I want to", I told her quickly, "Of course I want to"

"So you'll come? I'll talk to my dad", she was pretty much bouncing and I almost laughed out loud at how excited she was about it. How could I ever say no to her when she was like this? Not that I wanted to say no anyway.

"Yeah, definitely", I smiled, thinking about being in Mallorca with her – walking along the beach, the hot weather, being alone with her, no Scott or anyone else. I love Scott but he has an irritating obsession with double dates, which ends up with Lydia talking to Allison and me talking to Scott the whole time and that's not really spending time with each other.

"Yes!" she squealed, throwing her arms around me, "It's going to be so much easier with you there!" she pulled me into a long, deep kiss and my excitement for going with her grew. If it was going to be like this, I knew already that I would have an amazing time.

Lydia booked both of our tickets, saying that it would make her dad more likely to say yes if I had already paid for the plane and then we watched a movie until her mom came home and I had to leave. Her mom liked me, and I liked her, but she knew what Lydia was usually like and always seemed worried when I spent the night. Lydia didn't seem to care but I wanted her mom to continue to like me, so I usually left when she came home.

"Hello Stiles", Natalie chirped happily as I trudged down the stairs. She was unpacking shopping, neatly placing things into her cupboards.

"Hey Miss Martin, need any help?" I really hoped she would say no but I thought it would be nice to offer anyway.

"No thank you Stiles, I'm almost done," she smiled over at me and then returned to eyes to the bag of food in front of her, "Are you heading out?"

"Uh, yeah. Gonna go and see my pops before be goes to bed", I lied, knowing full well he would be awake long after I was asleep.

"Tell him I said hi", she called out as she walked into another room holding a bag filled with toiletry supplies. I took that as my cue to leave, walking outside and climbing into my Jeep.

Just before I pulled out of her drive, I caught Lydia's eye. She was standing in her window, waving at me. I waved back and she blew a kiss before backing away and pulling her curtain shut. I definitely couldn't wait to be on holiday with her. Talking to her all night and falling asleep on the beach with her was my dream holiday, not everything is about sex.

My dad sat at the kitchen table, papers spread all over it when I arrived home. He didn't even notice me come in until I opened the fridge and then all he did was make some grunt in greeting.

"Whacha doin?" I asked in a playful tone, knowing there was a police case spread out over the table in my kitchen.

"Working", he grunted, clearly wanting me to just leave him alone.

"Hey, dad", I walked over to the table, knowing that the best time to ask him things is when he's like this, "Lydia invited me to be her date for her dads wedding", I casually drummed out a tune on the table.

"Did she? That's sweet", he muttered, not wavering his attention from the pictures lying in front of him.

"It's in Mallorca", I added, "She already booked my plane ticket but I just thought I'd make sure it was cool with you?"

He turned to me, his face written with annoyance, "If I say yes, will you let me work in piece?" he asked exasperatedly.

"Okay thanks", I grinned and then stepped away from the table, heading to my bedroom. My plan had worked. Now it was just up to Lydia's dad, and she seemed pretty confident she would be able to make say him yes.

I got changed and lay back on my bed, texting Lydia a goodnight message. She replied, saying she was going to speak to her Dad in the morning and then I let myself drift off to sleep, thinking about the fun I was going to have.