Author's Note: Ugh hardly any updates on Stydia stories lately. Oh well, here's mine! I hope I'm portraying the characters accurately. I really like this chapter and I hope you do too! Its longer than the last one. And I've been loving the reviews guys they always make me smile and want to keep writing!

Stiles drove back in the direction in Lydia's house. When he pulled up the driveway they found Allison sitting in her car waiting for Lydia to return.

"Well it looks like I'm needed. I'll see you tonight though." She said smiling as she leaned over and kissed Stiles quickly to say "goodbye".

"Yeah tonight at eight o' clock, I'll see you later." He said as the door shut and Scott jumped over the seat and sat in the front seat. She waved at him as she walked up to her front door with Allison.

"You're so happy right now aren't you?" Scott asked.

"What makes you say that?"

"Well first you've been in love with her for at least eight years and second, were still sitting in her driveway while you stare out the window drooling." Stiles realized they had just been sitting there in silence while he stared for the past two minutes.

"Oh…uh…yeah…oh." He said quickly putting the jeep into reverse and descending her long driveway.

"So you're happy then?"

"Scott you have no idea…well maybe you do but I literally have never felt better in my life. I hope she thinks it going as well as I think it is." He was always so insecure when it came to Lydia but he was so happy at the same time.

"Dude, I think your fine. I mean surprisingly she really seems to like you back. I'm happy for you."

"What do you mean surprisingly?" Stiles asked raising an eyebrow.

"Like considering she's ignored you for the past few years and all of your attempts to woo her up until recently have failed it's a little surprising she finally decided you were worth it. She made a good choice by the way." He knew what Scott was trying to say. He had pretty much been off Lydia's radar until recently and this whole thing was surprising to him as well. He just liked messing around with Scott. They always had each other's best interest at heart.

"Scott it's okay to be jealous but I promise, you have nothing to worry about. We can still be friends even if I do have a girlfriend." Stiles said with a chuckle. Scott couldn't help but laugh at one of his friend's typical jokes.

*Beat*

"Allison thank you so much for agreeing to come with us tonight. It means a lot to me and it probably means a lot to Scott too." Lydia winked at Allison as she slid out of the passenger seat. Allison just rolled her eyes. Whatever got her friend to shut up and be happy. She was a little saddened by the thought of last time they had come here. It had been the total opposite, she and Scott were together and Stiles was the one trying to win over Lydia. Now it was the opposite, funny how things turn out. Allison exited her vehicle and met up with Lydia at the front doors of the ice rink. Lydia opened the door and entered the chilly building. Both of them were immediately freezing.

"Over here!" A voice called out from the left of where the girls were standing. The guys were just getting ready to put their ice-skates on. Both girls were eager to see if the guys were going to do any better this time. Lydia practically sprinted over to where they were sitting and she plopped down right next to Stiles. Stiles almost fell over in the seat he was sitting in. Lydia had changed into a cleavage bearing long sleeve shirt and a flattering skirt with tights that made her legs look amazing, as always. She was shivering already though; he offered her one of his jackets that he had thrown into his bag for this occasion specifically.

"Hey you look cold, do you want a jacket?" She nodded as he helped her put it on. Oh how he hated to cover up that gorgeous outfit. She still looked great one of his jackets and he liked making her more comfortable. He looked over at Scott who had the girl's skates.

"Size six, right Lydia?" Scott asked, and she nodded taking the skates from his hand. He looked up at Allison. "And six and half for you." He stated smiling up at her; he knew for certain that six and a half was her shoe size.

"Mhm yeah, thanks." She said as lifelessly as possible, she didn't want him to think that Stiles and Lydia's plan was working, even if it was. Scott frowned slightly. He hoped Lydia's plan of winning Allison back was going to work.

"No problem."

"You remembered my shoe size?" Lydia asked Scott, attempting to lighten the mood by taking the focus off of the two of them for the moment.

"Uh no not exactly, Stiles did though."

"Aw, I'm not sure if I should appreciate that or be a little creeped out." She said with laughter in her voice, it was fun to tease him.

"I think you should appreciate it." He stated, as he struggled to put his second skate on. Lydia jumped up off the bench.

"Come one let's go!" She said impatiently, grabbing his hand and forcing him to stand up, the two awkwardly walked to the opening of the ice.

"I g-g-guess w-w-we should go t-t-too." Allison said shivering, curse her early morning decision to wear a tee shirt and light sweatshirt zip up.

"Um well I have an extra coat if you want it." Scott offered, grabbing his coat and handing it to her. She so badly wanted to decline, but her biological need to survive decided otherwise. Scott really didn't need the jacket anyways; his blood was already so warm. She took the jacket, regretting it immediately. They stood up, almost perfectly in unison, and made their way to the icy rink.

Lydia was literally skating circles around Stiles, he just watched her in pure amazement. She was perfect, he was definitely convinced. He could sit here all day and watch her. He wondered how she got so good at it. Then all of the sudden she lost her balance and fell. Not as hard as Scott was currently on the other end of the rink. He skated over to her as quickly as he could without losing his balance himself.

"Are you alright?" He worried she had hurt herself; he was always worried about her.

"Yeah I'm fine." Her eyes were watering slightly and she was shaken up from the unexpected fall but she was fine.

"Okay are you sure?" He wanted to be positive she was okay.

"I promise I'm fine." She said standing up with the help of Stiles. He kissed the top of her head in an endearing manner.

"I just wanted to be sure." She grabbed his hand and she took off, Stiles in tow. They skated around to the songs being projected from the speakers above, occasionally stopping for a chaste kiss on the sides of the rink. They were just too cute.

On the other side of the rink Scott was falling down like it was his job. Allison was giggling at him despite her mindset of ignoring him. But she really couldn't help the fact that she was in love with him. She knew she had caused a lot of damage in such a short amount of time and she didn't want to be hated by Scott and his wolf pack. He broke up with him to save herself from being hated and from him and his obligation to have to love her even after all of the terrible things he did. Scott had finally regained his skating stance and without even thinking he grabbed Allison's hand, it just felt so natural. She wanted to let go and shy away from him but she couldn't physically bring herself to do it.

And with neither of the couples paying any attention to their surroundings and collision happened with a forceful clashing sound. They had somehow all ran into and knocked each other over. It was only natural for something like this to happen with Stiles in the room. God love him.

"Did that really just happen?" Stiles asked while a series of moans and "ouch" were being uttered.

"Pretty sure it did." Allison retorted while rubbing her head. They all just laid there for a moment or two laughing, not wanting to get up and not quite believing that something as cliché as that had just occurred. Scott was the first to stand up, bad move. He tumbled to the ground again, sending the group into another fit of giggles. It was like they were drunk. They all finally managed to stand and help one another up of the cold floor and they decided that ice skating was really never meant to be their thing. They exited the rink and planned to meet up at the local diner in a few minutes. At least this excursion to the rink didn't end in anyone screaming.