It's been about two weeks since Lydia got out of Eichen house and she's been doing a lot of resting lately because she had to surgery close up the hole in her skull from the trepanation that Dr. Valack had performed on her. Her mom let her go back to school starting yesterday after the doctor's orders had cleared her to return, but she had to be driven by Stiles to and from school. It's Tuesday morning now. Lydia's alarm goes off. She wakes up reluctantly and sits up slowly. Then, she goes to reach for the alarm by feels another hand already turning it off. It feels familiar.

"Stiles?" Her voice quiet and confused. There's still a sleepiness to it as well.

"Yeah, sorry. I woke up about ten minutes earlier than usual and I…." He trails off.

She rubs her eyes and gets out of bed, she slips her feet into her slippers and goes to the bathroom. She returns after about eight minutes. Her face and teeth freshly washed and her bladder empty. She's also more awake now.

Stiles is sitting on the bed, but the light is still off. So, Lydia flips it on and starts looking through her closet.

"Should I wear a dress or should I wear a top and skirt?" She asks Stiles as she continues to search through her wardrobe.

He ponders for a minute before answering. "What about a cute top and jeans?"

Lydia gives him the most disgusted face. "I only wear jeans…. never." She tells him.

"I'm pretty sure I've seen you in jeans in school before."

"Then, you obviously aren't paying as close attention to me as you think."

"No….I know I've seen you in jeans, Lydia."

She rolls her eyes at his ignorance and flips through her skirts and dresses.

"Flowy or tight?" She wonders out loud.

"Uh…." Stiles knows which he'd rather see her in, but he opts for the opposite. "Flowy. Definitely flowy."

Lydia's eyebrows furrow slightly and then she finds a black dress that's tight on top and flowy on bottom. She turns around and holds it up for Stiles to see.

"What about this?"

He nods, not believably so, though. "Yeah, that's fine."

"Fine? I want fabulous." She states, upset.

"Why so much black? It's your second day back to school, not your funeral, Lyds."

"But it is a funeral." She informs him. "The funeral of the old me. I'm done pretending not to care about you."

Stiles' face turns to one of confusion. "What? What do you mean you're done pretending not to care about me?"

"You know, I'm done pretending not to have feelings for you."

Stiles' eyes go wide and his mouth falls open ever so slightly. He's speechless for a good minute. "The ten year plan worked?" He accidently says out loud.

Lydia's eyes fill with confusion and she tilts her head like a puppy. "You had a ten year plan? What for?"

He swallows in embarrassment. "Ten year plan? What ten year plan? I didn't say anything about a ten year plan?" He knows it's totally not believable but he prays that it is because he never meant for Lydia to find out about the ten year plan to get her to fall in love with him.

Lydia just lets it go and starts undressing, which takes Stiles by surprise. "Uh...what….what are you doing?"

"Getting undressed. What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Uh…..I don't know….I'm just gonna look the other way, okay?" He asks as he turns his head. "I didn't see anything I swear." He adds.

Lydia laughs. She changes her undergarments.

"Why are you laughing?" He asks, his head still turned away.

"Because…...you actually think I care if you see me in my bra and underwear. Are you forgetting that you've seen me totally naked….." She pauses, pulling her dress over her head. "...in the woods, remember?"

"Oh...I remember you were covering her boobs though and you had dirt all over you and your hair was a mess, but you still looked amazing all things considered. But honestly, I wasn't- I didn't see anything. I was too busy trying to make sure you didn't freeze to death because it was the coldest night of the year. I fell flat on my face trying to get my dad's jacket off of him so that I could give it to you, remember?" Stiles rambled.

"Hmmm. Good point. Well, I'm dressed now, so you can look." Lydia said. She grabbed a black pair of ankle boots and put them on. Then, she walked over to her mirror and turned on the curling iron.

"Should I put on some music or something? Do you want something to eat maybe?" She asked.

"Music…..yeah sure, why not? And uh, no, I ate on the way here."

"Are you sure? Cause I know you, Stiles, and I know that you'd rather make sure everyone else is fine before you take care of yourself."

"I swear, I ate Reese's Puffs on the way here."

"With or without milk?" Lydia asked as she placed her iPhone into her iHome and waited until it connected, so she could put on some music.

"With. In a bowl with a spoon, of course."

"And how did you manage to not spill any of it while driving?"

"I didn't. I spilled some milk on my jeans, but it's dry now." He said, looking down at his jeans to make sure. Yup, it's dry now. He thought to himself.

"Okay." Lydia said finally believing him. She searched through her music. "Any requests?"

Stiles shook his head.

Confident by Demi Lovato started playing.

"You listen to this?" Stiles asked, kinda surprised.

"Yeah, so what?"

"Nothing."

Lydia walked back to her vanity and started spraying her hair with heat protectant and putting it half up. Then, she began curling it.

It took her about twenty minutes to half an hour to finish curling all of her hair. Then she moved onto make up. She applied primer, then foundation, then she contoured her face and put on a translucent powder. Next she moved on to her eyebrows and then eyeshadow. She started with eyelid primer and went for a natural look and then applied a thin line of eyeliner. After that she curled her lashes and put mascara on. Then she applied a light pink blush and some bronzer. Finally she applied a nude lipgloss.

Stiles kept asking her why she had to put on all that make up. She told him she just liked to wear make-up.

They got in Stiles' car and drove to school.