It was one of those days and Lydia felt the sweltering heat as the tendrils of her hair stuck to the back of her neck. She used her notebook as a fan to cool her face when all of a sudden she felt a damp coolness hit her skin. Her head turned to see what it was, when she saw Stiles with his laughing eyes and wide smile holding a water bottle.

"Scorching huh?"

"Yes, so do it again."

With a laugh, he pressed the cold bottle against her skin one more time. Like normal, his goofy grin and eyes so full of excitement made her smile.

"Man, that Chem exam is going to be a killer, seriously. Having nightmares."

"At least, those nightmares we can both live with," she just had to point that out.

"Exactly!"

"Seriously, Lyd, I need your fashion sense," said Stiles his eyes full of earnest.

"What for, some Star Trek Convention?"

"Hey, sarcastic girl, this awesome dude got asked to prom today. I was wondering if you could help me pick out my tux. Now, as much as I have good taste in television shows, it is the complete opposite in fashion sense."

Her eyes rolled. "Oh, really? So, who is the unfortunate victim and the next big question is what color will she be wearing?"

"Malia..you know, the new girl, and baby blue for question number two."

"The she wolf?"

"Yep."

"Wow, she is gorgeous Stiles."

His elbow tapped her side. "Don't sound so surprised."

"I am just a little bit but you are so funny and nice-

"Great, just great, nice that is what all guys want to hear about themselves from the opposite sex. Nice guy is pretty much saying social suicide."

They both laughed in unison as Lydia pulled out her floral planner and checked her schedule. "I can do it tomorrow after school."

"Oh, thanks a lot Lydia!" Before she could respond, Stiles threw his eager arms around hers in helpless abandon.

All she could do was smile and relish the hug from the guy who had turned into one of her very best friends. And she did not mind a challenge, especially when it came to fashion.

Lydia could not imagine a more perfect day. Here they were sporting matching ice cream cones walking downtown and it was gorgeous….lush green, clear blue sky, and just enough wind to cover oneself with a refreshing breeze. These were the unheard moments from all the darkness that had invaded their lives in the last six months. She wasn't about to take it for granted.

"All I know is that it's not going to be pretty, me out there dancing on the dance floor."

"You aren't that bad."

"You're laughing," he had to point out. "Don't you deny it?"

"That's something I can also help you with. But, first let's get the tux, okay?"

"THANK you!"

The desperation in his voice made her crack up so she pulled his hand so that he would focus on the task at hand. "Perfect Bridal and Tux" sign was elegantly painted on the door they were quickly approaching. "We need to finish our ice cream!"

"Alright, hey, come here you got black cherry all over your chin."

Stiles walked over to her and gently wiped the spot off of her chin. His hands were soft not callused like Aidan's. "Now, look at who is the klutz", he exclaimed.

She pulled at his hand again. "Come on, I'm on a tight schedule."

Instantly, as they walked in they were assailed by assistants but Lydia made it clear who was in charge. She ushered Stiles to the back of the room and started checking out vest patterns.

"Black is always a classic, you can't go wrong there…especially with your dark hair and eyes. "

Stiles smiled as he watched Lydia do her magic. She really was good at this stuff, matching things together, while enjoying it at the same time.

"Now, come here Stiles", said Lydia as she held up a white dress shirt to his chest. "Looks about right, go try it on."

"Yes, ma'am."

He came out seconds later. "It feels a little tight", he added.

"Let me see, I really thought I had the right size."

She gently tugged at the shirt noticing that the problem wasn't her estimate of the size but rather, an underestimate of the amount of muscle Stiles had in his arms and chest. Although he was still skinny, he had some very definite muscle tone. "Wow, Stiles, been working out lately?"

"Weightlifting class kills me."
Lydia started to unbutton his shirt to which Stiles turned a bright shade of red. She placed his collar up and continued to unbutton his shirt. "It's nothing I haven't seen before!"

He pointed out. 'You haven't seen me before."

"Nevertheless, I have seen enough." Her green eyes peered into his. Expertly, her hands pulled at his shirt until she saw his bare chest. "Wow, kiddo. You weren't kidding about weightlifting."

Her red manicured nail ran her hands down his knotted arms…she was Lydia after all and shrugged. "Who knew? Stop wearing those baggy dress shirts, seriously Stiles."

Stiles turned even redder if possible. "Try this size and she scanned against the rack, this tie."

Stiles started laughing. "I am sort of a clip tie guy, Lyd."

"Seriously, dude come here."

Stiles walked over to her again while she finished buttoning his shirt. Her fingers pulled up his collar and put the tie around his neck. When Lydia looked up to him, she spotted his warm mocha eyes and could not help but notice how cute he looked with this spiked up hair, dress shirt, and shorts. Normally, Lydia was in to more a mature, sexy look but she was pleasantly surprised that Stiles actually had some things going on. Good for him, she thought to herself.

About a half hour later after selecting the right tie, jacket, vest, pant, and shoe, Lydia waited for the big reveal. It wasn't hard, because when it comes to fashion Lydia has no problem being patient! The door opened and Stiles came out.

"One word Stiles…wow! Malia is going to be one happy girl. You sure she might not go wolfy and eat you or something?"

He just snorted in reply while Lydia led him towards the 3 way mirror and just like a new puppy Stiles had a goofy grin on his face when he saw his reflection. He was so excited that he snuck in a big bear hug.

"Okay, Stiles, I get it. You are welcome. May I breathe now?"

They both laughed as Lydia shooed him towards the dressing room. "After all that work, I expect dinner, on you!"

It was a perfect day and to Lydia's surprise a lot of fun.