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When Stiles first got into his jeep and headed towards Lydia's house he was happy and excited. What did she want to talk about? Her feelings? Stiles wanted something with Lydia. He had fallen in love with her over the course of 24 hours. If that was even possible.

He decided he wouldn't say anything to do with him loving her unless she said it, at least not now.

Then he started thinking about what he said to Lydia when they were sat at the piano.

'You dig me'

Stiles cringed and sighed loudly. He pressed his foot down harder on the pedal as he pleaded his mind to let him not think of that conversation.

" 'You dig me?'," Stiles said aloud shaking his head, he never heard a line more cringe worthy in his entire life. " 'You dig me'? Oh, my God. What- was that supposed to be cute? Yeah. Yes, it was. Yep," He said nodding, his face was burning up in embarrassment even though no one was bringing this up except him. What if that's what Lydia wanted to talk about? What if she had been cringing too? "Those were my intentions. Those were my intentions, to be cute. Did she buy it? Nope. Mm-mm-mm. No, sir. How could she? Who-? Nobody- I've never heard anyone say that. God, that's- Ugh. God," Stiles went on, he gripped the steering wheel tightly and took a left that bought him to Lydias road, "Stop thinking about it, Stiles, God. "

Stiles drove down the long stretch of road that leads to Lydias house. Stiles tried not to get nervous and did his best not to let his hands clam up to much, but its hard when Lydia is so beautiful and so intelligent.

He pulled up outside her house and before he had chance to beep the horn she was stepping outside in the same outfit she was wearing but this time her hair swept up into a ponytail. He took a sharp intake of breath as she got into the car gracefully and put her seatbelt on. Stiles opened and shut his mouth a few times before deciding not to say anything, so he put the jeep in gear and drove away from her house.

"I broke up with Jackson," Lydia spoke finally after three minutes of silence and driving. Stiles is secretly happy at that but he doesn't smile or anything just nods and focuses on the road, "I didn't do it for you"

That stung.

Stiles nodded again and coughed as he willed his throat to not get dry enough for him not to be able to speak. What did he expect anyway? For her to come to the car and tell him that she thought he was great and wanted to kiss him so so bad? Because that stuff only happened in the movies. He knew that.

"I know," Stiles finally said.

"But its totally your fault." Lydia said. Stiles turned his head to look at her and saw the slight smirk curving her lips upwards. So this was a joke thing?

Stiles felt happy, estatic really but didn't let it show.

"Right." He said, he bit his lip to stop his smirk, he was going to go along with this. But the joke the two had going immediately stopped when Lydia spoke next.

"You know, this doesn't mean that I can jump into some relationship with you." She was serious about it, but both Lydia and Stiles knew that all she wanted was to jump into a relationship with him.

"Okay," Stiles told her, he patted her knee gently but before he removed his hand she grabbed it and held onto it, squeezing it gently. Stiles smiled and turned back towards the road. His hand was still resting on her knee but their fingers were interwined and it made Stile's stomach do flips. What did this even mean? Stiles thought to himself, were they in a relationship?

"I don't even know if I'm gonna feel this way tomorrow," Lydia rambled, she was scared she wasn't going to feel like this, that she would let him down, but she was also scared that if she loved this boy too much, it would ruin her.

"Well, I guess we'll have to keep driving around all night" Stiles shrugged and brushed his thumb over her knuckle.

"I'm not complaining" Lydia smiled. She bought his hand up to her lips and kissed his knuckles one by one as he drove with one hand. She wanted to absorb his presence and bottle it up for when he wasn't around. She wanted to touch every inch of his body because she just wants to know how he would react to her touch on his skin.

"Now I'm content." Stiles said quietly recalling the conversation the two had when they first met. Lydias lips turned up in a smile and her cheeks dimpled. Stiles tried his best not to let himself shake, he focused on the road, and tried his very best to not let her lips distract him.

Then they saw flashing lights. Ambulances and Sheriff cars were swarming the area and Stiles' jeep slowed down as he drove past it. It was weird how the mood in Stiles' heart fizzled. And its like it all went in slow motion.

A vehicle was turned over, every window smashed and the windscreen beyond repairable. But there was something that caught both Lydia's and Stile's attention. A glittery disco ball.

"The kids from the other night..." Lydia breathed out. The car had belonged to the high teenagers that had pulled up in the car the night of the party and asked if they wanted a ride. They weren't old at all, the youngest probably 16 the oldest probbaly 18. They were only kids and so easily their lives were taken away. It was too mean, Stiles thought.

"I should have rang my Dad" Stiles muttered as he got one last glimpse of it then drove past it, he forced himself not to look in his side mirror, but he could see that Lydia was looking behind them, so he looked. He made a mistake looking.

Blood.

There was blood smeared in the concrete road and he saw pieces of tattered clothing across the street. He didn't notice it before, when he was there, but he wish he didn't notice it. The picture of the car over turned and all the blood and the small bits of clothes. Stiles had to think to breathe then, he had to force himself to look at the road.

"They were so young" Lydia whispered. Stiles looked to see the tears well in her eyes and her lips had become swollen. She dropped his hand and he returned it to the wheel.

"I should have called my dad that night" Stiles said. He bit his lip and carries on driving, trying to ignore the guilt that was gnawing at him.

"I need to get out," Lydia said with sudden urgency. Stiles looked at her and saw the worry in her eyes so he took a left into a car park that happened to be emtpy.

As soon as his jeep stopped she had the door open and was walking away from the car, he watched her walk until she stopped about ten metres away from the car. He breathed in deeply then stepped out of the car and walked closer to her, still leaving a five metre gap.

He heard her sniffling and he wanted to say something to comfort her, but he couldn't because he felt this immense guilt for those kids, and no doubt she felt it too.

"I'm sorry." Lydia said. She took a moment before looking at him, making sure she wiped her eyes and praying to God that her eye makeup wasn't smudged.

"Are you kidding me? Don't be, don't ever be sorry. You never have to apologise to me, ever." Stiles said softly, he took a few steps closer towards her and she let her chest fall up and down quickly as another sob tried to emerge from her throat.

"I don't know why I'm like this," Lydia said, she managed a smile at Stiles and he couldn't help but return it, "Everything seems so...harsh"

Stiles nodded in understandment. He didn't understand life sometimes, it was either too mean or to kind and he hated when it went bad, because he tried to be hapoy all the time. And now he spwas stuck with this guilt, forever maybe if he never forgets about it. Everytime he drives down that raid he will remebr the smeared blood, or whenever he sees Lydia cry he'll remeber that the first time he saw her cry it was now, because of this.

"I know, even if I did call my dad they might not have made it, that road back there wasn't even far from your house, and the speed they were going at" Stiles told her, he wanted to console her, he wanted to reassure himself, so he tried his best at making up bullshit that seemed legitimate.

"They probably didn't know they were dying, they probably thought they were tripping or something," Lydia said, she shook her head and bit her lip to stop a tear from falling.

"Maybe, if they didn't know, it might have been a good thing" Stiles told her softly.

"Yeah you're right," Lydia said, she nodded to herself then met Stiles' eye. "Sorry," She smiled, as if because she knew he told her to never apologise to him. She wiped at her eyes a little then sniffed.

"Yeah, I am right, I know what I'm talking about" Stiles joked, he earned a half smile from Lydia but her expression fell serious.

"Sometimes- I just don't even know if I'm going to be strong enough for this world," Lydia said, she felt the tears sting her eyes and she tried to think of a reason why she shouldn't cry in front of Stiles but she couldn't. He made everything seem okay and he never judged her one bit, and she admired that, "What if I'm not strong enough on my own?"

"What? You will be, trust me. And you won't be on your own, you know? You have your parents, and Allison and-"

And all of a sudden she was running into his arms and smashing her lips against his. And it was the best thing that happened, sparks flew and they saw fireworks and nothing, nothing could have topped that kiss because it was so passionate and desperate and new. They wanted to explore each other, Stiles wanted to kiss every inch of her body and she wanted him to let out a soft sigh as she sucked on his earlobe. But for now they kept to the lips, it was as if they weren't ever going to be able to kiss again, that was how desperate it was, but it was slow. Desperate and slow. It burned away the feelings that had grown between them in the last twenty-four hours and it felt like Stiles could breath. It felt like Lydia could see again.

They were both breathless but neither wanted to break the kiss, and if they were to suffocate in each others arms then so be it because he was falling hard and fast for this girl. And he hoped she was feeling the same for him. He didn't think about Malia, and what she would taste like, and where she would put her hands all he cared about was her. Lydia. She tasted like mint, but the cherry of her chapstick overpowered it and her hands were pressed flush to his chest, grabbing at the collar occasionally. His hands were cupping her small face and he couldn't get enough. Lydia stopped moving her lips as she sighed his name into his mouth, he never had to take so much control over his body at that point. He slowed the kiss, not to tease her, but to make the moment last, and he savoured it, as did she.

He eventually pulled away and her breath was hot against his face, she searched his eyes, to find something like disappointment or regret, but all she found was lust. And it did wonders for her. Their faces were still close, inches apart, but Lydia wanted to kiss him as much as she could.

Lydia had never had such a great first kiss than that.

"And you have me." Stiles breathed out. Lydia pulled his face down again and kissed him sweetly, gently, then pulled away a little. His lips were puckered and he was pratically pouting because he wanted her lips on his again.

"My hero." Lydia laughed lightly, Stiles laughed too, then pulled her in for another kiss. She hooked her hands around his neck and she ran her fingers through the bottom of his hair. His hands were on her waist and she tried not to smile when they kissed, but she was so freaking estatic about the whole thing.

"C'mon, lets drive." Lydia said after a few more kisses. He smiled and nodded and they both got in his jeep, she was glad they had made something of their feelings.


"I should probably go inside," Lydia sighed against his lips. They stood against his jeep outside Lydia's house, it was already one o'clock in the morning, they had tried to make their night last as long as possible, but this really was the end if it.

He nodded as he continued to kiss her, she felt as though she would melt if he kept holding her the way he was. Malia was really missing out, Lydia thought.

"I think you should too," Stiles muttered, she smiled into his mouth and kissed him a little more desperately.

"Yeah," Lydia said, Stiles peppered her with another kiss and she pulled back, her lips swollen from his touch, "Yeah i'm gonna go"

She picked up her bag and put it on her shoulder, she was still inches away from his lips. He tasted so good to her, she thought she would forever crave his touch, "Yeah I am gonna go"

"Fine, then go." Stiles smirked.

"I will, don't rush me," Lydia laughed softy, she pressed another kiss to his lips, she traced her tongue around his lips and he sighed contently in her mouth. She pulled away and he was pouting, wanting more of her lips.

She smiled at him, then pushed off and started towards her door. But something ached when she wasn't with hi, she felt like she just had to continue kissing with him otherwise she would go mad, and did it matter that it was one o'clock? No, so she turned and looked back at him, to find him glancing up at the sky, still with his back towards her and leaning on his jeep.

She smiled giddily and then dropped her bag and softly ran over to him, and before she knew it she was back into his arms and their tongues were dancing.

He held her so close to his body, she didn't think it was possible for that to feel so comfortable.

Stiles didn't think of Malia, and Lydia didn't think of Jackson that night, all they thought about was each other, and when there night would really end.


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