Stiles stepped out of his jeep and looked to the back of it where half of everything he owned waited packed sloppily. His dad pulled up behind him in his own police car where the rest of stiles' things were. He got out and opened his trunk.

"Are you sure it's the right place, looks like a frat house and Stiles I know I don't have to remind you that the only reason you're here is on your scolarship so if you mess up one time..."

"Dad, I know."

"Just...don't get into any trouble, at least until I'm too far away to turn around."

"Don't worry dad, it's me you're talking to."

"I know, that's what worries me."

Stiles pat his father on his back. "Don't worry, I'll keep out of trouble, for now." He said the last part under his breath.

"I heard that. Now let's get movin. I have to be home by eight."

"Why?" Stiles dragged the y.

"Because, as a man of my age and job I don't have enough time to be alone so I'm gonna..."

"Yooouuuu...have a date!" He said matter of factly.

"Well...I uh."

"What's her name?"

"Mellisa."

"Any kids?"

"I don't know."

"Where you two going?"

"To hell if we don't start moving this stuff inside."

"Ok okay." Stiles started grabbing things from his dad's trunk.

"This house is pretty nice. Too bad the scolarship wont pay the rent. How much is it a month anyway?"

"Extremely cheap." He stepped back and looked at the house. It was two stories of bricks and all of the doors and windows were burgandy.

They carried some boxes inside and set them in the living room to take a tour. There was a hallway with a closet at the front door. The hall led to the living room. Directly forward was the kitchen and to the left was the dining room. The basement door was in the kitchen. There was a staircase to the back of the kitchen that lead upstairs where there was another hall but this one was long. There were two bedrooms on each side. The bedrooms on the left shared a bathroom that was connected as well as the right sided rooms. They saw a string in the ceiling that without a doubt opended a staircase to the attic. They went back out side to start moving the rest of Stiles' things when a guy pulled in on a green dirt bike. He was wearing a grey helmet and a grey or steel blue jean jacket. He pulled off the helmet to reveal hair about the same length and look of Stiles' with the only exception being his hair was black. He had brown eyes and as Stiles looked a little closer he realised his jawline was uneven.

"Hey, I'm Scott." He removed a black leather glove to extend a hand shack.

"Stiles." They did a handshake and immediately wondered how they knew it.

"John. I'm Stiles' dad." The Sheriff shook his hand next.

"So need any help?" Scott offered.

"Yeah definantly. I would ask you but uhh." Stiles joked pointing out the fact that he was on a motorcycle.

Scott laughed a bit and then stood taking off his jacket. He had on a black tank top that showed off his tattoo of two stripes on his arm.

"So where's all your stuff anyway?" Stiles asked as they started grabbing things from his Jeep.

"Uh, my buddies are bringing it. They'll be here soon."

It didn't take them long to move everything. But by the time they were done Stiles almost jumped for joy to finally be getting a break. He was gasping for air after going back and fourth up the stairs. Just as he took a seat on the steps a Black Toyota truck pulled in next to Scott's bike.

Stiles almost cried at the five second break he had.

"About time. You guys are so slow." Scott made fun as his two friends stepped out of the truck. A guy a little taller than Scott got out of the driver's seat. He wore dark jeans and a leather jacket. He had a short shaped up beard. And black hair. "Not our fault." He glared at Scott.

Out of the passenger side came a guy a little shorter than Scott. He wore a hoodie and jeans, a casual look. He had dirty blonde hair and the face of a high schooler. Their crew looked like they were thrown together by a lazy matchmaker. "We got pulled over." The young one spoke.

"Hey, Stiles. Come over here." Scott gestured.

Stiles walked over. "What's up?"

"Derek, Liam. This is Stiles. Stiles, these are the guys." Scott introduced them.

"Hey."

"What's up." They exchanged head nods.

They started moving Scotts thing from the truck. Stiles helped but after the third thing he grabbed he fell almost passing out.

"Whoa. Alright man just take a rest." Scott and Derek helped him up and set him in his Jeep. His dad was in his car on the phone which he'd been doing for a while now. Stiles started to wonder how Scott had so much endureance.

Stiles jumped when he heard two girls scream. He got out of the car to see his dad clinching his holstered weapon. The screams came from two new girls. One girl was asian. She had curly black hair. She wore a dark red skirt over black leggings with white polka dots on them. She had a black shirt with a white football number on it and a black jacket with the sleeves pulled up. She completed her outfit with a bunch of red bracelets and those shoes that have hidden wedges inside. The shoes were black with white soles. She was cute but the other girl was the most beautiful girl Stiles had ever seen. She had strawberry blonde hair that Stiles knew was mistaken for red all the time. She had the most beautiful green eyes. She wore a burgandy t-shirt tucked into a short red white and blue plaid skirt complimented with some skin tone colored shoes. She had on pink lipstick and her hair was strait and hanging over her shoulderd. Stiles fell from his Jeep while watching the two girls hug each other. Luckily no one noticed.

Stiles walked over next to Scott and the others all wondering what the hell was going on.

"Oh my goodness, Lydia!" The asian girl yelled.

"Kira! How have you been?" The other girl asked.

They started talking not noticing the guys standing next to them.

"Ehem." Scott interupted the banter.

The two girls turned and looked at them. Kira fell in love immediately seeing scotts body.

'Ooh hitties.' Lydia thought.

"Hi...I'm um...Kira." She said the last part energeticaly.

Scott shook the girls hand as well as Stiles.

Lydia was staring at Derek. God knows what she was thinking of doing to him. She turned her attention to Scott and Stiles. "Hi, I'm..."

"Lydia." Stiles spoke almost dreamily. She looked at him with a half smile playing on her lips. "I uh, heard your friend say it."

Noticing the atraction between Stiles and Lydia Scott introduced them. "I'm Scott, this is Stiles. I guess we're roommates." He smiled at the thought.

"These are my buddies, Derek and Liam." Derek nodded at the girls with a fake smile. But Liam was too busy drooling over them. Scott elbowed him. "Stop staring."

"I can't, they're so hot." He tried to whisper but the girls heard it.

Kira blushed but Lydia stood even more proud at the compliment.

"High schoolers." Derek rolled his eyes.

"Would you like a tour?" Scott offered Kira.

"Sure."

Scott stuck an elbow out and Kira slid her arm through looking back at Lydia with a shocked smile.

"Would you mind..." Lydia started.

"Oh, sure." Stiles stuck out an elbow.

"Um, no." Lydia stopped him. "Just lead me."

Stiles blushed a little embarrased. "Alright."

"Scott, I have to get going or Braeden'll kill me, literally." Derek called ahead.

"Alright dude just gimme a call later."

"See you." Liam yelled.

"Bye." Lydia waved at him making him blush and trip over his own feet.

"Stiles, I should probably get going too." The Sheriff walked over to hug his son.

"Hi. John Stilinski." He shook hands with Lydia.

"Ok, bye dad." Stiles spoke loudly. "Wouldn't want you to miss your date."

"Whaaat? You go John." Lydia joked getting a smile from him.

"See you, dad. Call you later." Stiles spoke.

The Sheriff left shortly after Derek and the guys showed the girls around the house. They helped the girls move everything they had. Most of the stuff was Lydia's. They had chosen rooms and set the entire house up. They finally finished around seven o'clock. The girls where upstairs going over notes and the guys were in the living room playing video games. Stiles was shocked by Scott's reflexes. They were playing a fighting game and Scott was about to win when Stiles jumped on his back. They fell to the floor wrestling until the girls came downstairs. Lydia and Kira stood in front of the tv watching them until the guys realised it. They froze in fear looking up at the girls.

"Uh...hey." Stiles spoke first.

"Uh...hey. Wacha doin?" Lydia's voice was high.

The guys scrambled to their feet with intoxicating speed.

"We uhh..."

"Well, we..."

"Scott was..."

"And then Stiles had..."

"And...nothing. What're you doing?" Scott and Stiles stammered on.

"Nothing." Kira spoke conspicuously.

"Well alright." Stiles sighed.

"Well, what're we doing tonight?" Lydia broke the silence.

"I was gonna see a movie. You wanna come?" Scott asked everyone but he directed the invitation to Kira.

"Uhm, I'll pass." Lydia scrunched her nose.

"I'd love too." Kira smiled.

"Great let's go." Scott lead her out the door before Stiles could decide weather or not to go.

"Guess I'll be here then." Stiles spoke up.

"Great, don't wait up. Bye." Scott called out.

"Well, I'm gonna go call my friend to see if he's doing anything." Lydia told Stiles.

"Lydia, it's sunday." Stiles looked at her.

"So?"

"So, I don't think anyone's doing anything."

"You obviously have never met Danny."

"Wha...Danny? Is he gay, play lacrosse?"

"Yeah...why?"

"I went to school with him. Well...actually we were on the same team."

"Oh, well I'll tell him you said hi." She ran upstairs to her phone.

"Oh my gosh Danny you wouldn't believe this house."

"How big is it?"

"Like my Dad's house."

"What? How much is rent?"

"I don't know, I'm on full scolarship remember."

"Oh yeah. So, any hot guys?"

"Welllll, there was one guy but he doesn't go here, he was a friend of my roommate who's pretty hot but I think Kira has dibs on him. Oh! My other roommate says hi."

"Hi me?"

"Yeah, he said he went to school with you. His name is Stiles."

"Oh that guy." Danny sighed through the phone.

"What is something wrong with him?"

"He's sort of a dork and really sarcastic."

"I kinda like him. And he's sorta cute, I don't know about his body. He doesn't look very sexy. So, you're not doing anything tonight huh?"

"Nah."

"That sucks. I'll you later then, I'm gonna go bug Stiles."

"Alright, bye." They hung up.

Lydia walked downstairs but didn't see Stiles. She grabbed an apple from the kitchen and went back upstairs stopping at Stiles' bedroom door. She heard him inside grunting and panting. She heard a muffled 'fuck' and a thud. Lydia got a little jealous at the thought of Stiles having sex with some girl.

'I know he is not doing that.' She thought while she opened the door. When it opened Stiles was on the floor. He was doing pushups. He stopped when he noticed she was standing there. He had a pullup bar in his bathroom doorway and two dumbells on the floor next to him.

"What's up?" He stood up in the grey tank top he had on showing the definition of his body. He was ripped. His muscles bulged in result to the workout he had just done. He was sweaty and his arms gliscened. Lydia got a bit lost looking at how tight his tank top was. It took everything she had not reach out and grab his arm.

"I uh...I uhm...wha..."

"Lydia, you ok?" She snapped out of her Stiles enduced trance.

"Uhm yeah. I wanted to say...Danny said hi." She lied.

"I'm gonna take a shower and then do you wanna hang out?"

"Uh, yeah sure." She backed out closing the door.

Stiles finished up and took his shower. He got dressed and walked downstairs to find Lydia in the kitchen. She had music playing and she was happily moving throughout the kitchen. She was spinning with a pan in her hand when Stiles startled her and she slipped. He reached out and caught her hand before she could fall and pulled her into him. She looked up at him, her palms flat on his chest and he started to get lost in her deep green emerald eyes. They stared at each other when Lydia broke away from him.

"I uh...thanks." She picked up the pan from the floor. And started to clean the pizza mess on the floor.

"No...It was my fault...sorry."

"It's ok, only took me forty-five minutes to make."

"You made home-made pizza?"

"Yeah, my grandma's recipe. Best pizza in the state."

"Well, maybe I could help you make another...if that's ok."

She smiled at him. "Sure." Every guy she'd ever been with would always expect her to cook while they palyed video games or hung out with buddies. They'd never offer to help, instead they'd only come into the kitchen to slap her ass or rush her.

Scott and Kira walked into the movies as one, arm in arm. Scott scared off every guy who looked her way with a glare and occasionaly a growl. They sat in the theater holding hands. They'd glance at each other and smile. At one romantic part they looked at each other neither of them smiling anymore, Scott leaned in halfway allowing Kira to fill the gap or back away. She closed the space letting their lips carress each other and melt, filling him with relief. After the movie they went to an ice cream shop nearby to the house.

Stiles and Lydia moved in sync. She had him toss the dough while she shredded the cheese. After that she told him to cut the pepperoni while she mixed the special sauce.

"The sauce is the key, it's what makes the pizza taste so good."

"Uhh, Lydia." She shivered at the sound of her name.

"Yeah?"

"I don't think I'm cutting these right."

She turned to him and giggled.

"Here, let me help you." She grabbed his hands.

A flame ignited between them and warm blood rushed to their cheeks. Stiles smiled at her staring into the deepend gaze of her green iris'. She was lost in his golden brown eyes as well and didn't know it. He leaned toward her but stopped as he saw her eyes flicker and backed away.

"I'm sorry."

"No, it's fine."

"I...uh..I'm sorry." He turned and almost ran up the stairs.

Stiles lay in his bed cursing at himself for not kissing her, then he'd turn over to curse himself for even trying to kiss her.

"You should've kissed her...Idiot, you probably just scared her away...was she gonna kiss me back...she probably has a boyfriend...does she have a boyfriend...Stupid, stupid, stupid."

Lydia was in her room pacing across the floor.

"What the hell is wrong with me...I just met him, why would I let my guard down...what the hell is wrong with him...why'd he try to kiss me and then just not do it...What the hell is wrong with me...why wont he kiss me...Is he in a relationship...why do I care...I need to get drunk."

"Fuck...fuck...stupid...stupid" He muffled into the pillow he held over his face."

"Stiles?"

"Yeah?" He almost screamed in surprise. He jumped up to see Lydia standing in his doorway.

She showed off a bottle of gin moving her hands as though to be auctioning it off.

"I...we...uh...probably..."

"Don't make me drink alone." She gave a fake pout.

He couldn't say no to her. And he didn't know when he started feeling this way. "Fine." He sighed climbing out of bed.

"Yes." Lydia grabbed his hand and led him downstairs to the couch.

They didn't take shots they just drank from the bottle while talking about their lives. Stiles sat facing the TV while Lydia sat facing him with her legs crossed on the couch.

"So, how do you know Kira?"

"We were bestfriends as kids. But she moved to New York when we were fifthteen. I hadn't seen her since then. What about you and Scott?" She took a huge swig and made a sour face.

"Wha..we uh, we just met today."

"Really? Wow, you seem like you've known each other forever." She passed him the bottle and he took a shot.

"I guess some relationships are inevitable."

After a while Lydia got a little looser. And Stiles focused on her and what she was saying. She kicked her legs up onto his lap. She wasn't drunk but she was tipsy enough to keep herself from overthinking. She wanted Stiles and Lydia gets what Lydia wants. Stiles stared at her legs for a while. So smooth and silk-like. He'd give anything to touch them. She watched him shuffle uncomfortably while lust filled his mind and he looked so long the back of his eyes were in pain. She grabbed his hand getting his attention.

"It's ok." She assured.

He seemed to take her words into heart because he put his free hand on her shin. He ran it up and down her thigh and then she leaned up and kissed him before anything could go wrong. Then things turned hot and heavy. They kissed for a while and Lydia took his hand from her leg and put it under her shirt. She climbed ontop of him and started to make hickeys on his kneck. Stiles thought he was dreaming at first so he counted his fingers behind her back. Ten, ten fingers which ment that this was real. She got up and ran to the steps getting him to follow. He ran after her and lost her at the stairs he went into his room to find no Lydia's. He went to her room next. He walked in to find it looked the same as his room. He went back to his room and was attacked. Lydia jumped on his back making him fall onto his bed. He flipped over and she burried him in kisses.

Scott and Kira burst through the front door all over each other. Kissing, touching, laughing. They barely made it upstairs. Scott stopped at Stiles' room to check in. He opened the door to see Lydia sleeping soundly ontop of Stiles. She was wrapped around him as if to be hanging on for dear life. Kira snuck from behind him and tried to scare him but it didn't phase him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and peeked around his shoulder to see her bestfriend laying ontop of their new roommate.

"Shhh." Scott put a finger to her lips. She opened her mouth to take his finger in releasing it slowly making Scott jump in erousal.

Scott picked her up running to his bedroom.

Lydia woke to the sounds of her bestfriend giggling.

"Oh my gosh." She hoped Kira hadn't seen her.

Lydia never slept with a guy that soon. Not after knowing him a couple hours. It had to at least be a week. She tried to move from the bed without waking him and failed miserably.

"Hey...where you goin?"

"To my room."

"Awww, you don't want to stay the rest of the night with me."

"No...I mean, I can't. I can't let Kira know I slept with you."

"Damn, harsh." He was hurt.

"No not like that. Just I haven't known you that long and this makes me a slut."

"You're not a slut and I get it. You have a reputation."

"Right. So just act like nothing ever happened between us, please."

"Can I at least think about it when I masterbate?" He was serious.

"One, eww. And two, I'm flattered." She giggled.

"See you around then?" He put on a fake smile.

"Yea, FYI this was pretty fun." She kissed his cheek and took off across the hall to her room.

Lydia smothered herself in pillows trying to drown out the sound of Kira and Scott next door. Kira was yelling in pleasure and Lydia could've sworn she could hear growles and howls. She rolled over at the sound of them finishing up and finaly fell asleep.