Lydia was in love. She loved many things but she never experienced a love quite like the one she had for Stiles Stilinski. She has known Stiles since the third grade, and most of the time she didn't really notice him. That is, until they had been bonded together into something that would last forever. You see her best-friend, Alison, was dating his best friend, Scott. But it was more than that. It has been a series of events that have brought them together. Lydia getting attacked by Peter, but not turning into a werewolf rather a banshee. Everything that happened with Jackson, and well, what happened to Alison.

She felt she could trust Stiles, he's her best-friend. He always makes her feel good, complements her, makes her laugh, and gives good advice. She never got over how lucky she is to have him. What they have is a mutual respect and deep love that is so special people rarely find it. But it was hard. It seemed it was never the right moment for them to be together. I mean, at first, Lydia didn't notice her feelings, and she didn't have any towards him other then a platonic one. But as their friendship grew stronger, so did her love, a not so platonic love.

Lydia was typically a confident girl. She wanted something and she went after it. But when it came to Stiles she was scared. She didn't know why and she didn't like it. I think because her love was growing stronger and she was afraid his was gone. But was it love? Had Stiles ever loved her? Or was it just a crush he'd gotten over? This is what Lydia had wondered often lately. A couple months after Malia had found out that Peter was her father she had left Beacon Hills to figure stuff out. Which was understandable. Malia did need to figure things out. I mean, she hasn't even been back to being human for a year yet. Things were confusing. When she left everyone understood. Stiles was upset more than anyone else, of course. But he too understood why she had to, and he respected it. After about 6 months of her absence from Beacon Hills, Stiles had not entirely gotten over her, but he had moved on. That's what Malia wanted, and that's what he did.

She had felt bad. On one hand she wanted to kind of flirt to see where he was at and if he maybe was interested in her, but on the other she didn't want to. What if he wasn't ready? How much did he like Malia? Did he love her? She distinctly remembers the day Malia left. Stiles had come over in tears because it seemed so sudden. He stayed the night at Lydia's and they spooned the whole night which was nice, but at the time purely platonic. She remembers how distraught he was and how much her heart hurt for him. It was his first breakup and those are the worst because your heart at the time, feels like it just got ripped in up she saw him in the hallway at school, she decided to ask how he was. She did every time she saw him just to check up on him. Lydia walked up to his locker and said, "Hey, how are you doing?" knowing it was more than likely she'd get the same answer she always does.

"I'm actually feeling really good." He said getting his History book out of his locker then closing it. This wasn't the answer she was expecting. Usually he just says he's fine. "Lydia, you've asked me this everyday since Malia has left, and I appreciate it. I do. But I am doing better. I mean, yeah, at first I was hurt but it's been 6 months" He put his hand on her shoulder. "I'm doing good, I promise" He smiled at her. Lydia was happy. When Stiles was happy, so was she.

During lunch Lydia decided to ask Stiles to hangout after school and do schoolwork together.

"Okay so I was thinking."

"And what was your beautiful mind thinking?" Stiles asked jokingly.

"Well, I was thinking that we should hangout after school. Study, maybe order some pizza?"

"Yeah, that seems like fun. I need help studying for this Math test coming up on Friday. I was thinking you could help?"

"Of course! Okay, I'll bring the pizza and I'll come to your house at 5:30?"

"Cool. Sounds good." Just as he had said that the school bell had rung so they threw away their lunches and were on to their next class.