A/N: It's been a long while since I've written a story and this is my first Teen Wolf story. So please R&R and let me know if you like it or not :)

Disclaimer: Well... it's pretty self explanatory

Chapter 1

Stiles' POV

The first time Lydia spend the night at Stiles' house was when they were three. Lydia had long since forgotten about it. Stiles hadn't. Lydia's parents had left her with the Sheriff because he was "trustworthy" when they went to a vacation. Normally Lydia would stay with her grandmother but she had passed away a month ago. Not knowing what to do, Stiles had sat in the bathroom the whole night, avoiding her. Eventually he came out in hopes of talking to her but she was fast asleep on the couch.

Stiles didn't know much about girls back then. They were just the ones who had long hair and played with the dollhouse. He didn't know that he would end up falling in love with that girl. He didn't know that his best friend would become a werewolf. He didn't know anything about the future. Heck, he didn't know what he would have for breakfast. But at that moment, he knew that the girl with the strawberry blond hair was pretty and that was all that mattered.

Now, at the age of 18, Stiles would give anything to have her stay at his house. He was ready to give up his comic books, computer games or maybe even his jeep. Of course, because of the recent events they had gotten closer. They had even shared a kiss but she didn't have the butterflies he did.

Every time Stiles saw Lydia, his heart would start beating like crazy. Scott would suppress a smirk. Derek would roll his eyes. Isaac would keep looking around like a lost puppy. Allison would give him a sympathetic look. And Lydia? She wouldn't even notice. She wouldn't notice the obvious love in his eyes. It was so obvious; she must've been ignoring it on purpose.

Actually, that wasn't the truth anymore. Stiles hadn't seen any of them in weeks except classes. Since the Nogitsune was defeated, they all tried to go back to normal. It had affected all of them but Stiles was the worst. He blamed himself for everything. For all the people that had died. For all the pain, fear. He wouldn't eat. He couldn't sleep because of the nightmares. He would run from class to class, spending his breaks in the library just staring into space. All he could think of was the look of fear in Lydia's eyes as the Nogitsune, as /he/, pushed her to the wall. He fought so hard. The monster was just too strong. He couldn't face them again, couldn't face her again. Not after what he had done. They wouldn't tell him to go away. They would try to convince him that it wasn't his fault. But it was. If he weren't that weak, he could've taken control. But he didn't. What's done is done and now he has to deal with the consequences, no matter how severe they are.