Stiles looks down at the girl in front of him. So much has changed since they first met.

He remembers the formal, when Lydia got bitten by Peter, he remembered how close he was to her, how he was this close to having an unwanted guest, which would have been not only embarrassing, but Lydia never would have spoken to him again.

Now look at them, so close, each the others closest friend. Lydia seems to realize how close they are standing as well, and grasps his bicep and looks up into his eyes. He leans in to her, and before she knows it, their lips intertwine and they both see fireworks. Lydia breaks to look at Stiles, to see if this is what he wants.

'What's wrong, did I do something wrong?' He asks, concerned.

Lydia leans in to him as an answer. Normally she would jump up, and sit on their waist, but she respects Stiles more than those other boys. Plus, he would probably fall over. This time, Stiles pulls away.

'This is wrong.' He says 'We're just friends, this feels wrong.'

Lydia ponders this for a second and then replies.

'Yeah, it's kind of wrong.' She moves her head up to his ear, 'but it also,' she bites his earlobe playfully, 'is kind of right.' Stiles laughs joyfully.

They continue for a few minutes, just standing there. Then they hear footsteps walking around his house towards Stiles' room. They break away and Lydia jumps on his bed and Stiles stands at the board and half writes a word. There is a knock at the door and Lydia calls out.

'Come in!' She sing-songs.

Scott pushes open the door and walks in, followed by Malia. Stiles freezes and thinks back to their hasty break-up.

It was Monday, earlier that week. Stiles had been thinking about his feelings for Lydia, and was starting to think he was more in love with her than he was with Malia. He saw Malia talking to Theo, and on the opposite side of the hallway, Lydia was talking to Scott. He contemplated, 'girlfriend and enemy, or my two best friends. As anyone would do, Stiles walked over to Scott and Lydia. Ten minutes later, Malia marched over to their group, clasped her hand over Stiles' shoulder and dragged him off. She dragged for about five meters until she stopped and turned to face Stiles.

'What was that about?!' She screams at him.

'What was what about?' He asks, calmly.

'You, leaving me to talk to Theo when you were off with Lydia and Scott. Plus, Stiles, I know your little secret.' She says, angrily.

'What little secret?' He asks, curious.

'Oh don't act like you don't know.' She groans.

'Uh, not acting, I really don't know what you're talking about,'

'How you like Lydia a little more than a friend!' She screams in a whisper.

'What, no, I….' He's a little caught off guard by her statement.

'Oh, I see the way you look at her, how you don't stop talking about her, and I'm not denying the fact that she is beautiful.' She half yells.

'Yeah, she's beautiful, but….'

'But what?!' she shouts and the entire hallway turns to them, including Scott and Lydia.

'But I love you more than anyone.' He says.

'OBVIOUSLY NOT! I CAN'T HANDLE THIS LITTLE GAME ANYMORE STILES! YOU GO OFF WITH YOUR PERFECT LITTLE LYDIA WHO YOU'VE BEEN FAWNING OVER SINCE THIRD GRADE, AND I'LL GO, AND COME BACK ONLY WHEN IT SUITS YOU!' She screams at the top of her lungs.

Malia runs off the other direction, fuming, while Stiles turns to Scott and Lydia.

'I think Malia just dumped me.' He tells them. They hug him and walk off the other direction, with Stiles in the middle. Their arms draped over each-other's shoulders.