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AN: This is my first Stydia fanfiction but the good news is that it is already finished, so I will definitely update regularly. I hope you like it and please let me know what you think! So without further ado:

"This food is getting worse every day", Stiles said, poking around in his food. He was sitting in the cafeteria at school with his friends, but none of them were listening to him.

Scott and Allison were busy with each other, stealing the others food and giggling. And Lydia was completely wrapped up in her own thoughts, her expression changing from annoyed to sad to angry every so often.

"Lydia, are you alright?" Stiles asked her softly.

"Yeah, I'm fine", Lydia lied.

"You're obviously not alright, Lydia, you can tell me", Stiles answered, moving closer to where she was sitting.

"It's not a big deal."

"So, just tell me", Stiles countered at once with a small smile on his lips.

"Okay fine. As you know I am going to visit my cousins in Portland for a few weeks this summer", Lydia started and Stiles nodded his head.

"And the problem is that I just realised today that I have to fly there" Lydia finished, looking completely defeated.

Stiles was utterly confused.

"So?" he asked when she didn't explain anything further.

"I'm... I'm TERRIFIED of flying", Lydia exclaimed.

"You are afraid of flying? Seriously? Lydia, you're a banshee, you fight against werewolves on an almost weekly basis and find dead bodies and you are afraid of flying?!" he asked just to make sure he got that right.

Lydia looked at him with wide and fearful eyes and that was all the answer he had needed. He scooted even closer to her and put his arm around her shoulder, squeezing it gently to comfort her.

"I wish I could just drive over there! I looked it up, it's only 962 miles! I could make it a two day trip and spend the night in a hotel and..." she rambled.

Her rambling was cut off by the bell ringing to signal that the next class would start in 10 minutes.

Lydia gathered her lunch that she had hardly touched and left the cafeteria before Stiles was able to get another word in.

Lydia had spent the rest of the school day trying to figure out a way how she could get around the flight and she was still thinking about it when she got home. She was looking forward to seeing her twin cousins, Sophiaand Jamie, again but she couldn't
/shake the fear that was clouding the anticipation she felt for the trip.

They had been planning this for months, ever since Sophiaand Jamie had been accepted to college in Portland, Oregon.

Suddenly a knock on her front door made her stop thinking about everything as she went to answer the door because she knew her mum was still at work.

Lydia opened the door and before she was able to get a word in, Stiles started talking while walking past her.

"So here's the thing: you will probably think I'm nuts, but just hear me out first before you say anything! I promise it'll be worth it. But just listen until I have explained everything because..."

"Stiles! Get to the point!" Lydia cut him off when she couldn't take any more of his rambling.

"Sorry", Stiles replied, playing nervously with the hair at the back of his head.

"Ok, so I was thinking that I could just drive you to Portland. This way you won't have to fly there and your mum won't be worried about you driving across country by yourself!" Stiles explained, surprising even himself by his seemingly calm voice.

"You're right" Lydia simply replied, arms crossed in front of her.

Stiles was shocked. Of course he had hoped that she would accept his offer but he had prepared himself for a big argument. Because as perfect as Lydia was, the one thing she was bad at was accepting help.

He just stood there, gaping at her. A small smile spread across his face and he was just about to say something when Lydia spoke again.

"You're right", she repeated, "I do think you're nuts" she added.

"You can't just drive me across the country because I'm afraid of flying, Stiles! Didn't you hear me say it's 962 miles? And you would have to go all the way back! That means you will be driving 1.926 miles just to get me to Portland! I can't let you
/do that, that's just..."

"1.924..." Stiles mumbled, unable to stop himself.

"What?" Lydia asked, confused.

"If I drove you to Portland and had to get back it would be 1.924 miles, not 1.926..." Stiles explained quietly.

Lydia's eyes widened in surprise when she noticed her mistake. But it was only a second before she gained the control over her facial expression back.

"So not the point, Stiles!" she exclaimed, trying and failing to wipe the smirk off of Stiles' face. Lydia crossed her arms in front of her. "The point is that I'm not letting you do this", she finished.

"Lydia, look", Stiles said, "I knew you would say this! But I have to go to Seattle during the summer to visit my grandparents and I might as well drive there. So it's not a big deal! It's even on the way, I looked it up", Stiles explained.

"Are you serious? Why would you DRIVE to Seattle?" Lydia asked, still not satisfied with his reasoning.

"Why can't you just say thank you and accept the fact that I want to do this for you? I know how much you have been looking forward to that trip and I really like driving. So please, Lydia, just stop arguing and let me drive you to Portland!" Stiles said,
/raising his voice, almost pleading at the end.

Lydia was shocked into silence by his words. Did he really just offer to drive her across the country? Because she was afraid of flying? He couldn't be serious! Of course Lydia knew that Stiles always went out of his way to help her or save her or make
/her happy but now he was really taking it too far. Even though he claimed he was driving to Seattle anyway, she was sure that he would take a plane to Seattle if it wasn't for her situation. And why was she hearing about his grandparents from Seattle
/for the first time?

Lydia was trying to come up with more arguments against his idea, but she had run out of them. Well, that wasn't completely true. She had plenty more arguments, but she couldn't tell Stiles any of them. It was common knowledge that he had been in love
/with her since the third grade, but what no one knew, was the fact that Lydia had also developed some feelings for the boy. She didn't even know what kind of feelings she was having, but she knew that he had become a very important person in her
life.

/There was no way in hell that she was going to tell him about it, especially not before she had figured them out herself.

Those feelings that she didn't even admit to herself most of the time were also the number one reason why she didn't want Stiles to drive her to Portland. How was she supposed to get through hours and hours of being alone in the car with him? She was
/mostly avoiding situations where she was alone with Stiles and it was working pretty well. This of course didn't include the times they had to fight against the supernatural.

Lydia was so stunned that Stiles had almost shouted at her and since she had run out of arguments anyway she could only say: "Fine."

Now Stiles was the one who was at a loss for words. His eyes widened and a grin was slowly taking over his face.

"Seriously?" he asked with the biggest grin on his face that she had ever seen.

"Yes, seriously!" Lydia answered and she couldn't help smiling back at him.

"Ok, so I thought we should leave in exactly 6 weeks from today, if that's ok with you. I will pick you up at 6am so we can start the first day early and then we can drive until I get tired and get a motel room and drive the rest of the way the next day…"
/Stiles started rambling again.

"I think we can go over the details in a few weeks, Stiles", Lydia said quickly when he stopped his babbling for a second to breath.

"Yeah, right, you're right, sorry." Stiles said, blushing and fumbling nervously with his hair again. "I guess I should go now then…"

Stiles turned around and went towards his jeep after they had said their goodbyes, but when he was half way there, he turned around again.

"Just to be sure, we are really going on a road trip together in like six weeks, right?" he questioned again.

"Yes, Stiles, we are", she replied with a smile.

He returned the smile and continued his way to the jeep when Lydia suddenly remembered that she hadn't even thanked him yet.

"Thank you!" she called after him, to which he only looked back briefly and mumbled something that sounded a lot like "my pleasure". Lydia couldn't help but blush and was grateful that he couldn't see it.

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