A/N: What's this? A new story? I'm just doing this at random times, aren't I? Well, in any case, here is my upload of chapter four of THE STYDIA BOOK.

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Further update: Sorry for taking this chapter down before. A glitch occurred among uploading chapter 4, but here it is again!

Stiles knew all too well that Lydia's history with boyfriends didn't end great. Jackson, her most famous one that everyone – even freshmen – knew, turned out to be a cold-blooded lizard creature who was being controlled by a psychotic teen. But even before that it was pretty clear that Lydia's relationship capacity with him hadn't been perfectly within safe borders. The both of them, in a manner of speaking, were like the sharp edges of knives, slashing against each other and making that horrible noise on impact. But despite all that, they held their ground for a good while. Lydia was, after all, the only one who brought Jackson back from his kanima state.

And only someone without eyes had to deny that he was handsome.

He really was, but all that came at a price: a venomous attitude towards everyone.

Then, after he moved to London, came Aiden. Stiles had hoped with all his might that with Jackson out of the picture, he could finally have his chance with her. But, as usual, those hopes were crushed as soon as the alpha pack moved to town.

At first glance he didn't see what was so great about Aiden. Sure, he was handsome too, but seemed a bit edgy. Well, it was that and the fact that he was a vicious and violent werewolf, who freakishly morphed with his twin whenever the situation called for it.

And yet still, Lydia was dead-set on him.

So, high hopes quickly turned to low blows, at least then.

After the whole debacle with Jennifer and the sacrifices and the Nemeton, Aiden had lost his alpha powers, prior to almost having his neck snapped completely. While this came to be a trump card for Stiles, it didn't prove to be so effective, because Lydia was still with him!

But, at least then he had other things on his mind, other things to worry about. Like not being able to read properly, or not getting enough sleep, or having a dark Japanese spirit posses his body for the better half of the time. So yeah, crush problems were pretty low compared to that.

Besides, it was around that time when he started to develop a relationship with Malia. It was also around that time, he noted with part-interest and part-glee, when he had finally gotten some action, generally speaking. Granted, doing it in a basement of a mental hospital wasn't the best way to commemorate his first time, but it had been enjoyable no less.

And then he started dating her. Around that point, Stiles' long-standing crush on Lydia had dissipated, but he still felt strongly for her, just in a different way. He hadn't thought it was possible back then, to fall for someone else. But it happened, and it happened with Malia. So, set aside from that, they were officially in a relationship. And it stayed like that until things got a bit complicated.

Eventually, they both agreed that what they had between them wasn't the same as it once was, and so they broke up. It took him a while to get over it. After all, trying to walk away from your first breakup with no wounds was a bit hard to do. He would know.

Slowly but gradually, his feelings for Lydia came back again. Except this time, and this where he really had the trump card, she had no boyfriend. But that didn't mean he acted on his feeling immediately. No, he waited. Like always. It wouldn't be fair to just ask Lydia out on a date, or tell her that he loved her again. It wouldn't be fair to her.

So he waited. And he didn't mind it one bit. Eventually, he got closer with her. Throughout every obstacle they faced, it brought them closer together. And finally – oh man, finally – the day came where they became so close that their relationship as friends graduated to the next level. And since that day, Stiles could not have been happier.

He had finally got the girl he had a crush on since third grade. And she returned his feelings with just as much as love and affection. From then on, Stiles noted two things. One, his relationship with Lydia was different to that of Jackson's or Aiden's. What he shared with her was more of pure love and care than lust and fun. It had more to do with knowing each other all too well, and waiting to see the other after class, and having tons of fun on Friday nights- just being with her made him happier than he had ever been.

The other thing he had noticed, and this bugged him quite a bit, was that he wasn't exactly… hot, compared to her past two boyfriends. Nor did he have any supernatural abilities. What he drove to school didn't even look cool, but hey! He loved that jeep like it was family!

But this realisation kept getting at him every time he was with her. Lydia's line of boyfriends had a lot to offer, and he barely had half of that.

But there was one thing that he gave her that none of the others could ever put a price on: true love.

Stiles loved Lydia more than he loved his jeep, and that said quite a lot. She meant so much to him, a bit like how Scott meant so much to him, like a brother. Scott was his brother. Lydia was his girlfriend. And Stiles was her boyfriend. He was proud to say that, very proud.

So, as he walked down the hallway of school, the noise of students' nonchalant chatter resonating off the walls, he immediately saw her at her locker amid the moving sea of bodies.

He smiled. Lydia noticed him and returned his smile with kindness, something she rarely gave away. Stiles walked up to her and cupped her cheeks with his hands, holding her with care and looking into her brown eyes with such adoration and comfort that he leaned in and kissed her deeply.

Deep in the sense that his lips massaged hers; deep in the sense that the amount of time they spent kissing rendered a few stares from random students who passed by, wondering why Lydia Martin, popular and beautiful and smart, was kissing Stiles Stiliniski, of all people. Didn't she have better taste? Her last couple of boyfriends should've justified that!

But Stiles didn't care. And evidently, neither did she, because she kissed back with just as much affection and love, placing her hands on his arms. When they pulled away, Lydia caught her breath and looked at him with part-amusement, part-hunger for more.

"What was that for?" She asked, flicking her eyes from his pair down to his lips every now and then.

"Just wanted to kiss you." Stiles replied with ease, a shrug of his shoulders to add a nice touch.

Lydia, in return, looked bemused, as if not expecting such a casual response. "Well, don't stop there." She gestured toward the janitor's closet to their left with a quirk of her eyebrows and naughty smirk. "How about we continue?"

Stiles laughed in response and hugged her tightly, breathing in her scent of flowers and perfume and clean skin. Lydia's scent, he thought giddily.

"Thanks for allowing me to be your boyfriend." He said, slightly muffled from where his mouth was pressed against her hair.

Lydia took a minute to respond, and even though Stiles couldn't see her, he could tell she was trying to process what he meant. But she eventually let it go.

"Thanks for allowing me to be your girlfriend." She responded.

Lydia pulled away and smiled at him, leaning in and kissing him on the nose. She looked back at the janitor's closet, and then at him once again. "We only have twenty minutes before lunch is over." A naught smirk played on her lips. "Let's not waste anymore time."

And she took him by the hand and led him to the janitor's closet.

Stiles, upon this, grinned triumphantly. What he had said to her spoke more about how he felt than anything else. He was genuinely thankful that Lydia chose to be with him, and he was more than grateful that she hadn't broken up with him just yet. He didn't have the world to offer, much unlike those other guys she had dated, but he did give her love, and by this point, that was more than anything any other guy could every buy her.

So, while he was worried that Lydia would compare him to her old boyfriends, put two-and-two together, and dump him for a better-looking guy, the fact that she was taking him to the janitor's closet for a make-out session told him otherwise.

Being Lydia Martin's boyfriend, Stiles realised with glee, was the best thing that ever happened to him.