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"Dad, I said I'm fi…." He began as he opened the door, until he realized who it was. It most definitely wasn't his dad. It was a girl and not just any girl. It was the love of his life, Lydia Martin. "Lydia…oh wow. I mean, uh…come in." She entered his room, she had obviously been crying. Not that it made a difference; she was always gorgeous to Stiles. "What's wrong?" he asked. But he already knew the answer. Jackson. He felt bad, but then again he didn't. He only felt upset because she was. As beautiful as she was when she cried, he still hated to see her so unhappy.

"J-j-j-Jackson." She managed to cry before falling into his arms. He just held her for a few moments and guided her to his bed and they sat.

"I'm going to go grab some tissues." He said as she nodded. He walked into the bathroom and of course, no tissues. So he grabbed the next best thing, a roll of toilet paper. As he was leaving he caught a glance of himself for the first time since being beaten up by Allison's grandfather. He looked like hell and he felt as if he had been through it as well. It hurt, but in all honesty he didn't care how he even looked or felt at the moment. He was more in awe of the fact that Lydia was in his room on his bed nonetheless. So he returned to his bedroom and handed Lydia the makeshift tissues.

"I was supposed to give him his key back. But now I can't even do that. He's dead Stiles; he's d-d—dead." She said burying her face into his surprisingly broad shoulder. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he just hugged her back and combed his fingers through her strawberry blonde hair. It just felt so right to him, so…natural.

"I'm so sorry Lydia. I wasn't exactly friends with the guy, but I know how you felt about him." He said softly, whispering into her ear. She nodded and sobbed some more. They stayed like that for at least half an hour. Stiles didn't mind.

But he was confused. Why out of all people would she come see him in her time of need? Probably because everyone else was too busy for her and the hospital wouldn't let her go even see Jackson's body. Still, it felt like it she really did want him at the moment. Why else would she be here this long holding on to him so desperately?

"Stiles, I want to thank you for always being there for me, even when I'm just utterly rude to you or when I'm being a crazy lunatic…and…"

He cut her off in the middle of her sentence. "Lydia don't. It doesn't matter if you're clinically insane or just being a terrible person. I'll always be there for you. And all I really want for you is to be happy.

"Why?" She asked with her eyes agape and staring into his light brown orbs. They were a wonderful mixture of light brown and flecks of green, a mixture she never seemed to take notice of before.

"Because, Lydia, you're an intelligent, bold, capable, gorgeous, brave, and caring woman. You don't deserve to be sad and upset or scared. You don't deserve someone who treats you any less then the beautiful woman you are. And I…I… hate to say this, but Jackson didn't deserve you. He took advantage of you and you were too blinded by love or whatever it was to see it." He took a deep breath. Did he really just say that? That was gutsy of him and he knew it considering the look on her face. She looked crushed but he saw a little hope in her eyes. Possibly. Or maybe he just ruined everything, but it was something that he felt desperately needed to be said.

"No. You're wrong." She stated angrily as she stood and began to pace around his room. Crap. What had he done? He never should have ever said anything like that about Jackson, that was her weak spot, even under that exterior.

He gulped. "About what part exactly?" He looked at her; she was gazing out his window, staring at the starry night sky.

"I agree with most of it, surprisingly. No one has ever told me up front and honestly about how toxic Jackson was for me. Yes, I did, no, do love him. But I've always had a feeling like I knew I could do better." She turned back to him, looking into his eyes. "Now that he's…dead though it almost feels like fate is telling me to…to…to move on and be happy. He was just so controlling, giving him this key was going to be the last thing I had to do, I was sad but regretfully a little…excited to be done. But you're wrong about the bravery thing. I'm not brave."

"No Lydia, you are brave. You just told me about how controlling Jackson was and how you were a tad relieved to be done with everything. It's brave to say that you think that his death was an opportunity to be happy and free again." He was trying to comfort her with his words, as he took them in himself. He was genuinely surprised that some part of her wanted to be ridden of this mess with Jackson. Just that alone gave him the tiniest strand of hope to hold on.

"I don't know Stiles…" she trailed off. She looked guilty.

"Oh. Oh my gosh. You weren't upset because he was dead, you were crying because you felt guilty. He finally understood. She was looking for comfort and reassurance that it was okay to be at peace with her ex-boyfriends death. Not that he cared. Honestly this was probably the best time to be with Lydia. She needed comfort because she was guilty that she was somewhat happy her ex-boyfriend had died and she came to him! Stiles Stilinski! He wasn't complaining. But she still felt bad.

"I know, I'm a horrible person Stiles. It's like I'm glad he's dead." She whispered, turning to the window.

"No." He said as he grabbed her arms and turned her around. He looked down at her and lifted her chin up so she would pay attention. "No you're happy you're free and that you don't have that extra weight on your shoulders. You're allowed to feel relieved and you shouldn't be burdened with this guilt. You're way to pretty for that. Be you, be happy." He said in all seriousness, meaning every word. She looked at him and smiled. She stood on her tippy-toes and leaned up to his face and kissed his cheek."

"Thanks." She said as he tried hiding his grin. Inside he was about to die, suffocating in his special ability of forgetting to breathe. "Good game by the way." She said and winked. He had totally forgotten about the game, he remembered her sitting in the stands cheering him on with his dad and Scott's mom. He still couldn't believe it, Lydia Martin had cheered for him during the lacrosse game. And she was the reason for him even getting a goal, the say she said his voice… she began to walk over to his desk looking around idly. Damn it. The jewelry and Macy's bag was still sitting there.

"What's this? she inquired. He decided to be honest.

"I bought some stuff for you. For your birthday. I bought the Macy's so I could get you the right gift." He laughed nervously and she smirked and was about to say something.

And then his phone vibrated.