Stiles parked his car in one of the parking spaces nearest the door. "I told you it was close, not even 5 minutes from your house." He said as he unbuckled his seat belt.

Lena nodded and went to click her seatbelt undone. Instead of the seatbelt sliding to release her, it refused to budge. "Stiles, I think you're car's holding me hostage." She gestured to straps still holding her in.

Stiles paled. "Oh man. Wait here."

She grinned. "I'm not going anywhere." She tugged on the seatbelt for emphasis.

Stiles climbed out of the car and jogged in front of the car to reach her door. He opened it, "I probably should have warned you, right?" He reached across her lap to get to the latch. "It does this sometimes. You're not the first victim." He looked up when she started laughing, stopping his efforts on the buckle.

"No, no, continue." She continued to laugh, "You should just see the group of grannies giving us the stank eye." He turned his head to peek over the dashboard. Sure enough, through the window he could detect about 5 old ladies eating pizza and shooting them disapproving looks.

Stiles shook his head in amusement and turned back to the task of releasing Lena. "In their defense, I am all over you. They could be thinking we're making out right in front of them." Stiles didn't miss pink in her cheeks.

"True." She squeaked.

Stiles gave the straps a hard tug, releasing the seatbelt from the buckle. "Finally!" He let out a relieved sigh. "I thought we might be needing the Jaws of Life."

He placed one hand on the door and offered Lena his other hand to help her slide out of the Jeep. She took it and gazed up at him when she landed on the ground, the top of her head just barely reaching the tip of his chin.

"Gah, you're short." He commented.

"All in the genes." She answered as she swooped under his arm.

She could hear the car door close as she walked to the restaurant door. She then heard the thud of his steps as he jogged up next to her.

"So what do you like on your pizza?" She asked, looking up at him.

"Anything really, just don't put anchovies on it. That's nasty." He shuddered in disgust.

She gawked, "That's the only thing I like on pizza."

He looked at her with big eyes."Ew, really?" She nodded. "But, how!? They're tiny little fish." He paused for effect. "With eyeballs!" He pointed to her eyes and stuck out his tongue, completely grossed out.

She broke her façade, unable to hold in her smile. She nudged him, "Chill out, I was just kidding. I'm okay with anything." She poked him in the chest. "But I'm allergic to olives."

"How 'bout we keep it simple, yeah? Sausage okay with you?" Stiles asked her.

She nodded. He walked up the cashier and ordered one large sausage pizza.

He guided her to an open booth beside the older ladies from before. He acknowledged them with a nod of his head. "Ladies."

They glared at him and Lena lightly kicked him under the table. She turned to the ladies, "My seatbelt was stuck. Promise."

The ladies didn't seem convinced and glared at her harder than they did with Stiles. "It's like you can feel the disapproval in the air." Stiles whispered to her, grasping the air. She shook her head in amusement. Their pizza arrived at the table a few minutes later.

"So, you live with Danny?" He asked.

"Obviously." She teased. "But only until my family gets here from Georgia. We still need to find a house around here." She gingerly bit into her pizza.

Stiles took a large bite of his slice. "You'll never guess what Scott said today."

She looked up in interest. "What?"

"He was annoyed with our flirting."

She blushed. "Oh man. Was it that obvious?"

"Apparently, but it's not like you'd ever actually like me anyway." He said nonchalantly, his eyes snapped up from his pizza to her face to gauge her reaction.

She was taken aback. "That's not true." She admitted softly, her gaze on her slice.

Stiles' heart rate escalated quickly. "Really?"

"Yeah. Who wouldn't like you? You probably have to beat girls away with your lacrosse stick."

Stiles felt his ears blazing. "You'd be surprised that it's actually the opposite. It's, like, the girls grab my stick to keep me away from them." He laughed at his own joke.

She shook her head, "Then those girls are blind." She paused. "And stupid." She added for measure with a nod of her head.

He looked up at her seriously, raking his brain for something to say. The moment was ruined when a body plopped down beside Lena.

"Look at what we have here." Jackson sneered as he put his arm around Lena's shoulders.

She scooted closer to the wall in attempts to get away from him. She removed his arm from around her. "Go away Jackson." She looked across the table at Stiles who was squashed up against the wall, the two guys beside him taking up way more room than was necessary.

"Oh I'm sorry," He apologized sarcastically. "Are we ruining your date?"

Stiles spoke up annoyed. "Yeah, you actually are. So how 'bout you take your little cronies," He flicked his fingers in the direction on the two giants beside him, "and leave."

Jackson crossed his arms. "Nah, I don't think I want to leave just yet." He stole a piece of pizza from the tray in the middle of the table.

He continued, "Wow, Smalls, you have bad taste in pizza," he paused and gestured towards Stiles. "And guys."

Her eyes blazed in anger, "I'll give you to the count of three to get out of here, or I will falcon punch you in the throat." Lena threatened to which Jackson laughed.

Stiles was becoming angry. "Dude, just leave."

"1."

Jackson took a large bite out of his slice.

"2." Stiles watched as her anger mounted.

"3." She quickly raised her leg onto the booth and swiftly kicked him away from her. Having enough room, she climbed over him. Jackson smirked up at her.

She stalked to the other side of the table. "Move." She demanded of the two guys blocking Stiles from escaping. "Now!"

They looked to Jackson, who nodded. Stiles slid from the booth after the guys had stood up. She grabbed him by the hand.

"That was awesome." He whispered in her ear excitedly.

She giggled, "Sorry to freak out back there. It's just Jackson really pushes my buttons."

"Oh, believe me, it was no problem." He gazed at her, the outer corner of his lip lifted. "Half the time I'm picturing me punching him in the face." They stopped in front of the cashier to pay.

Stiles brought out his wallet, but Lena stopped him. She turned to the cashier, "We're leaving early, but our friends said they'd get the bill." She pointed to Jackson and his goons who were chowing down on their stolen pizza. "See."

The cashier nodded in understanding. "Have a nice evening." She called.

"You too." Stiles took Lena by the hand and led her to his Jeep, where the ride back to Lena's house was filled with flirting and laughter.

As Stiles pulled up to the house, she unbuckled her seat with ease. "No problems this time." She smiled.

Stiles smiled back at her, "Let me walk you to the door."

They climbed out of the Jeep and walked slowly to the front porch. Stiles rubbed the back of his neck as he gazed down at her. "I had fun tonight."

She tapped his nose. "Me too. You'll have to take me out some more."

"You know, this is very easily turning into a first date." He winked at her with a smirk.

She smiled lazily up at him. "I can see what you mean."

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow then?" He began to turn around, but stopped when he felt her tiny hand on his shoulder.

"You're forgetting something."

He turned back to her. "What?" He whispered, as their faces got closer.

Their noses lightly touched in their proximity. His eyes traveled from her eyes to her full pink lips. She gazed into his eyes as she breathed, "Your bag."

"Oh my God, Lena." He let out a shuddering breath as he leaned his forehead on hers, his eyes closed.

She chuckled and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "That'll have to suit your needs for now, Lover boy." She threaded her fingers through his. "Let's go get your bag."

She closed the door after Stiles had left the house. Danny walked in as she bounced happily from foot to foot.

"I'm guessing that went well?" He asked with a small grin.

She nodded, as she leaned against the door, pulling off her sneakers. "Better than well, even when Jackson decided to butt his fat head in."

"Wait, he bothered you?" Danny put his hands on his hips.

She took in his stance. "Yeah, but even he couldn't ruin it."

Danny smirked at her. "Dang, Cuz. I gotta hand it to you, you work fast."

"You know what they say, "Life is short, seize the day."" She called over her shoulder as she trudged up the stairs.

Danny shook his head and followed her up the stairs to his room.

Okay, so between you and me, my mind is still pretty much CRAZY (can ya' blame a girl for watching the finale again?) but, I got this finished. Score!

So thanks to Creativewriter17, ChrisVigilante, Kittykatcrp, and FallenAngelPrincessOfDarknes s for the kind words! :)

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