Thanks for all the feedback last chapter! It was one of my favourites to write :) This one is pretty fluffy of course, and the next few, but things will change very soon so be prepared my lovelies! xo
I do not own Teen Wolf.
The rest of the night went well, and Lydia felt like she had gotten a great look into who Stiles was. Something about seeing the way someone interacted with the closest people in their life felt so intimate.
For instance, she never got to experience his humour quite like she had that weekend. She found herself laughing more than ever, even though sometimes she tried to hide it so he couldn't see how completely smitten she was becoming. And he was kind, and generous, and so well-mannered. He was the kind of guy who immediately offered to help when he saw someone struggling with something, like when Melissa tried to pack up the leftovers and nearly spilled half of them on the floor. He teased her mercilessly for it, of course, but he and Scott were like moths to a flame in helping out. It was clear that they both thought the world of her, too. And Melissa looked at them like they were the moon and the stars.
Lydia could understand what she saw in them. She hadn't known Stiles long, but she'd known Scott even less, and she wasn't oblivious that both young men were pretty special by anyone's standards.
Stiles also was intelligent, not just in the way he spoke or the words he used, but in the way he saw the world. There was something about the way he held himself that made it clear that he understood people and how the world functioned. It wasn't just his vast vocabulary, the way he presented his views, or how knowledgable he was on certain subjects, although those things were impressive all on their own, but it was in the way he could read when someone was confused about something and he would further explain it; or, when he knew the best time to crack a joke or jump in to break an awkward silence or turn a mood around. He always seemed to know what to do or figure out an issue before most people could even catch on that there was a problem.
Lydia could relate to many aspects of Stiles' personality, but it was clear their lives were very different. From what she had learned, he had been an absolute troublemaker growing up, but it sounded as though his life had been rich in vibrancy. He took risks, got busted too many times, but still repeatedly went out on reckless adventures, dragging Scott with him.
Allison, too, was wonderful, and an active member in many of the stories that were told over the holiday evening. It felt crazy to feel so close to a girl she just met, but Lydia and Allison just clicked. More than once they got lost in chatting with each other and giggling, completely forgetting about the boys next to them. To be fair, Scott and Stiles did it to them more, but Allison had warned Lydia that they were practically the same person when they were together so it wasn't a surprise.
Best of all, Lydia felt like she fit in. It's not as though she didn't have friends back home and she had grown up being rather well liked, but it was different with them. She felt at home, as if she had known them all for much longer than a few hours.
When Lydia first met Stiles, she never imagined that she'd ever have a friendship like this with him—sharing friends, meals, and sleeping arrangements.
Of course, Lydia would be sharing the guest room with Allison that night, while Stiles crashed in Scott's room with him. Melissa and the Sheriff would be in the master bedroom.
Lydia was sort of excited to hang out with Allison on her own and get some proper girl time. Allison was really easy to talk to, to feel comfortable around, and Lydia had a feeling she'd be pretty good at getting her to spill her guts.
She couldn't remember the last time she'd had a proper sleepover with a girl friend. Lydia usually had male companions of a different nature overnight, but that was a different time.
Before Lydia settled in her temporary bedroom, she headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth.
She had to giggle to herself at the sight of Allison kissing Scott down the hall, both of them lost in smiles and whispered words between brushing lips. It was nice to see two people so happy to be in the company of the other.
Naturally, the bathroom was already occupied when she got there, but the door was open and she could see Stiles pulling a toothbrush out of a drawer.
"Aw, you have your own spare toothbrush here?" she teased, leaning against the doorjamb.
Stiles turned with a smirk to see her in all her pajama pants and tank top glory. He was dressed in a burgundy t-shirt and grey sweats.
"Scott went so far as to make me a key. Melissa always got upset when I broke in through his bedroom window."
Lydia had to laugh at the image.
"You can come in, you know. I don't bite, and there's more than enough sink space."
She shrugged. "You had first dibs. It's no problem for me to wait."
"Have it your way." he said with a mirroring shrug, lathering up his pearly whites with toothpaste, making an extra effort to take his time.
She didn't realize what he was doing until he raised an eyebrow at the mirror in her direction, and she finally scoffed and entered the room.
"Fine. But if I spit on your hand, I better not hear anything from you."
Stiles laughed, muffled from the toothbrush stuffed in his mouth, and Lydia began working on cleaning her own mouth.
She adjusted her hair in the mirror as she stood with her other arm protectively across her middle, wondering what the state of it tomorrow morning would be. She made a mental note to try to snag the shower first. She didn't fancy everyone seeing her at her worst so soon after meeting them. She knew enough now to know they likely wouldn't care, but it was her own personal pride she was worried about bruising.
Stiles suddenly stepped in front of her, exaggeratedly adjusting his own hair, and hardly able to hide the forming grin around his toothbrush as he saw the annoyed look on her face.
She bumped her hip into his to shove him over, unable to look him in the eye or else she'd crack up, and she rinsed her toothbrush before shoving it back between her lips.
Their teeth brushing continued in much the same manner, frequent but short bursts of amusement, before they pretended to be serious and got back to work.
Lydia swore she had never spent so long brushing her teeth in one sitting in her life.
When they finally finished, Lydia realized the time to separate couldn't be put off any longer.
"Well, I guess I'll see you in the morning."
"Yeah. You going to be okay sharing with Allison tonight?"
"Of course. She's great. I like her a lot actually."
Stiles smiled broadly at that. "I thought you would. She's pretty great all around. She makes Scott insanely happy too, so I guess I'd like her by default regardless."
"Scott's great too. They all are."
"Yeah. Well, I guess I should get back to his room. Night, Lydia."
"Night, Stiles."
They broke away from their close standing and headed down their respective directions to their rooms for the night.
Before Stiles could open Scott's door, she turned around and grabbed his wrist.
"Hey, sorry. Um, thanks again, for inviting me this weekend. It's been a really great time so far."
Stiles smiled. "Of course. I'm glad you're here. And tomorrow is going to be even better, birthday girl." he teased.
Lydia bit her lip, looking away shyly, before raising her eyes to meet his again.
The atmosphere between them changed, Lydia suddenly very aware that she was still touching his arm, and his breathing seemed to slow as he watched her.
"Um, so, goodnight I guess." she said quickly, retracting her hand and using it to push her hair off her face.
"Night."
He flashed her a smile before opening Scott's door and leaving her to head down to the guestroom.
She didn't realize until she had laid down on the bed in her room how much she had wanted him to kiss her.
Allison returned to her room shortly after Lydia settled in, and she immediately grinned at the girl before leaping excitedly on the bed.
Lydia had to laugh at her antics, sitting up straighter as Allison scooted over.
"Okay, so time to start getting to the good stuff."
She had a pretty good feeling what was coming, but she feigned innocence instead. "Which is?"
Allison sent her a look, clearly seeing right through her thinly veiled disguise. "Your completely obvious feelings for Stiles."
"He's right down the hall." Lydia reminded her in a whisper.
"So? I guarantee you he and Scott are already too invested in doing the exact same thing that they wouldn't even be smart enough to contemplate eavesdropping."
"Very nice, Allison."
"What? I love Scott, but even I have to admit the guy can be a little slow at certain things. It's okay, it's totally endearing, and he's smart where it counts."
Lydia rolled her eyes.
Allison hugged her knees and poked Lydia in the thigh. "Come on, Lydia. You know you're dying to spill."
"I've got nothing to spill." Lydia said, completely unconvincingly.
She burrowed herself under the blankets, peeking out at Allison who was grinning.
"I'm not buying it, so you might as well just spit it out. Why is it so hard to admit you like him?"
Lydia focused her eyes on her nails.
"I… I don't know. It's different with Stiles, somehow. I've liked boys before, hell been with boys before, and no one…" She threw her hands up in frustration. "No one else has ever reduced me to this, unable to use my words."
Allison smiled to herself, settling in to listen now that it looked like Lydia was ready to talk. "Sounds like you like him a lot."
Lydia sighed. "You know, growing up, I learned rather fast that most guys get intimidated by smart girls. I started dumbing myself down, and it worked. I got asked out plenty, scored a few boyfriends, and even thought I was in love for a while. But I realized that I didn't really like myself when I was playing dumb. So when I went to university, I decided that I could show my intelligence more, but old habits die hard. My old… type would come up to me, and I could actually feel my IQ lowering. Until I met Stiles."
Allison was listening aptly. "What was so different about him?"
"He was so confrontational, so… quick-witted. And before long, we were studying together and I was practically showing off how smart I was any time he asked me a question, especially in Calculus, since math was always my best subject. And just the way he looked at me…"
She shut up, blushing now.
"I guess I really am obvious, huh?"
Allison giggled. "Not exactly. But seeing the fire in both of your eyes after you were arguing was a pretty big clue."
"Ugh, he is so infuriating! And hellishly stubborn! He would not let me say no to coming this weekend, even though I insisted I didn't want to intrude on his first visit home, and it's like he doesn't know how to listen! And god, you should hear his protests against highlighter colour choices. Absolutely unreal. He is so… so…"
She couldn't even finish her sentence, because just the thought of his smug smirk or the sight of his open-mouthed laugh was enough to make her stomach do flips.
Allison decided to finish her sentence for her. "So under your skin?"
Lydia blew out a breath, but nodded before burying her face in her knees. "Boys suck."
Allison laughed. "I don't know. I think we picked some good ones."
"So how about you start spilling about you and Scott? When did you two get together?"
Allison smiled. "Sophomore year of high school. Me and my family just moved to town, and Scott was the first person to be nice to me. I had made a vow that I wouldn't date any boys until college, but he of course ruined that plan. I just moved too much, and didn't want to start something that had to be finished."
"You guys seem pretty perfect together."
The brunette shrugged, picking at the blanket, her eyes cast downwards. "Like anyone, we have our ups and downs. We actually broke up for a little while in high school, tried dating other people, but we kept getting drawn back together. It's hard to ignore that puppy face."
Lydia figured there was more to the break-up story than she was saying, but it wasn't her place to ask. Allison would tell her if she wanted to. Instead, the archer launched into further detail of her life before and since moving to Beacon Hills, and Lydia found herself sharing some of her own history without worry. She normally was a much more private person, but she couldn't help herself around Allison. She just made it so easy to confide in, such a generous listener and always seeming to know how to ask the right questions to get Lydia to spill more.
The night grew later, and Lydia really felt like she had just found a new best friend.
"Okay, I'm exhausted. And if we're going to celebrate your birthday properly tomorrow, we'll need our rest." Allison teased as she flicked off the lamp.
Lydia yawned as she snuggled into her pillow. "I wonder if the boys are already asleep and what they've been up to. Or talking about."
"Oh my god, dude. If you say one more time how beautiful Allison's smile is I'm going to suffocate you with my pillow." Stiles grumbled, down the hall, but he was grinning, because he had missed Scott even if he did talk about Allison too much.
"Would you rather talk about how gorgeous Lydia is?"
Scott looked far too smug, even as Stiles sent him a look, so he caved.
"I don't know what that has to do with me. You can thank her parents for that."
"Stiles…"
Stiles ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah, she's gorgeous. Yeah, she's crazy smart and charming and totally out of my league. Come on, Scott, did you forget that fast who I am?"
"Don't be like that. You're way too hard on yourself, man."
"I've seen her hanging out with guys much buffer than me, Scott. And a few of them. And I've heard guys say she's… experienced. And look at me. I'm lucky I even had one girlfriend in my life."
"And who did she come home with for Thanksgiving weekend? And I doubt Lydia cares about that—"
"Really? Really? That's hardly evidence! Maybe she didn't get any other offers and didn't want to be alone! We're friends. Friends hangout on the weekend."
"Whatever, bro. Deny your guys' growing romance all you want." Scott teased, leaning over to shut off the lamp and settling down in the blankets. "But Stiles?"
Stiles made himself comfortable and looked over.
"No matter how much of a stubborn pain in the ass you can be, I'm still really glad you're home."
Stiles smiled. "Me too, Scottie."
It didn't take long for Scott to fall asleep, but Stiles stayed awake for longer, staring at the ceiling.
Talking about Lydia shortly before bed was dangerous. Now he wondered if he would ever be able to fall asleep.
He had learned rather quickly at school that studying late with Lydia, or thinking about her before he went to bed, meant his mind would be fixated on her and infiltrated her into his dreams.
Tonight, knowing she was only down the hall from him, not across campus, it was different. He knew the room she slept in here—he had no idea what her dorm looked like. He now knew what kind of pajamas she wore, how she piled her hair in a bun on top of her head, and how she brushed her teeth.
It was stupid, to feel intimately closer to someone you had only gotten glimpses of really. Stiles had always been an ambitious learner, despite his poor attention span growing up, but when he was interested, he was invested. And he very much was interested in learning more about Lydia.
Maybe it was her private demeanour, how little she shared about herself, that really drew him in. There was something about her—he felt like he could actually see her walls starting to come down around him. And he was eager to let her.
Scott snored lightly next to him, but Stiles lay awake, staring at the ceiling, missing Lydia.
He hated the way the center of his being ached. He wanted to be with her, to trade places with Allison, so he could watch her fall asleep, talk to her late in the night, feel her body heat next to his.
He loved being reunited with Scott, with his dad, with his life, but Lydia was becoming an important part of it too.
Stiles didn't want to fall for her the way he had—why couldn't he just have one regular friend at college?—but he didn't need Scott to tell him that his feelings were undeniable.
He had to be her friend this weekend though. And every weekend, he chastised himself. Tomorrow was Lydia's birthday, and, as her friend, he was going to do his best to make it her best birthday ever.
He didn't know her all that well, but just the way she reacted to everyone's enthusiasm over her birthday made it pretty clear that she wasn't used to being fussed over on that one day a year.
He wanted Lydia to have a good time that weekend. If her family were as absent as they seemed, she deserved this.
Stiles rolled over, trying to forget about how excited he was to see her the next day and have an excuse to pay excess attention to her, and tried to get comfortable to sleep.
Down the hall, Lydia was doing the same thing.
She was really happy with the new friend she'd found in Allison, but she still found herself missing the amber-eyed boy.
Speak of the devil, Lydia heard the squeak of the door down the hall. She knew immediately it was Scott's having heard Stiles slip into it earlier.
Who was to say it was Stiles anyways? Maybe Scott had to use the bathroom or—
Lydia heard a sudden noise, sounding like someone bumped into the hall table.
"Son of a—" she heard a familiar voice grumble in irritation, forcing himself into quietness.
Lydia smiled to herself. She could recognize that annoyed outburst anywhere.
Glancing at Allison, who appeared to be sleeping soundly, Lydia slipped out of bed and padded downstairs to where Stiles had disappeared.
She didn't see him at first, not really sure where he had gone, until she heard the snap of a screen door closing.
Lydia crept through the kitchen towards the back door, suddenly worried she was intruding. She had been so eager to see him she hadn't even contemplated that maybe he wanted to be alone. He hadn't had a minute alone since they left campus. He deserved some peace and quiet.
Unfortunately, the floor creaked, and Stiles turned from his spot on the porch.
She grimaced and gave an awkward wave, and his returning smile made her heart spasm.
"I hope I'm not intruding." she said quietly as she sneaked outside to join him on the stairs.
"Of course not. I just couldn't sleep. Everything okay?"
"Yeah, definitely. I'm just a little… wired I guess. I can't sleep either."
I've been too busy thinking about you. she silently added.
She settled next to him, and he bumped his knees against hers playfully.
"Excited about tomorrow?"
She blushed, ducking her head so she didn't have to meet his eyes, but she needn't bother. He already knew.
He smirked. "You know, you don't lose any badass points with me if you say yes."
She rolled her eyes at him. "Badass points? How did I get those in the first place? From acting like a total girl over the printer spazzing out?"
"Hey, you also weren't afraid to stand up for yourself and your temporary seat… basically you're never afraid to speak your mind, and that takes some guts. And something about you tells me you could probably kick my ass if it came down to it."
She scoffed. "Must be why you're always on such good behaviour around me."
"What can I say, you bring out the mischievous in me." Stiles said cheekily, eyes up to the sky now.
Lydia followed his gaze, seeing the stars littering the sky with twinkles.
When she cast her eyes back to his face, something in it made her arm reach to loop through his, and she scooted closer to lean her head on his shoulder.
Stiles let his fingers slip between hers so their hands were linked.
"You okay?" Lydia asked quietly, hearing the soft saddened sigh he released, keeping her eyes ahead so as not to intimidate him into spilling his guts.
"Yeah. I'm fine."
She raised her head a little, to send him a look. She hadn't been sure before, but his tone was completely unconvincing, and he rolled his eyes as she settled back into him.
"Just thinking about my mom. How I wish she was still here."
Lydia swallowed. Stiles hadn't explained why he only had his dad around. She sort of had a feeling that she had died, but Stiles hadn't ever elaborated on the subject. He never mentioned her at all.
"I'm sorry." was all she could think to say. "I didn't mean to pry."
"No, it's okay. You weren't. I just… I mean, holidays bring up a lot memories on their own. But I was just thinking…"
He went quiet, not in an emotional way but as if he was embarrassed, if his body language was anything to go by.
"What?"
"I mean, there are plenty of times I had wished she was around. Things I wish I could've talked to her about, things I wish I could ask her or learn about her. And, you know, certain events I wish she was there for, like birthdays and Christmases and my high school graduation. But today… I don't know. I really wish she could've been here today. Not just because she'd love seeing how happy Dad is after so long of being so broken… but I really wish she could've met you."
Lydia felt a lump form in her throat instantly and her eyes began to sting. No one had ever said something so touching to her before, and there was no doubt that Stiles meant it. It was clear in his voice.
He nudged her temple affectionately. "She would've loved you, Lyds. Your firecracker energy, the way you don't let me get away with shit. You and her would've gotten along amazingly."
She didn't know what to say. Stiles had somehow rendered her completely speechless. The only thing she could really do was hold back her tears.
His thumb brushed along hers tenderly and she closed her eyes at his gentleness. She wasn't used to this from boys. She wasn't used to someone coming in, saying sincere, tender things, and still not trying to make a move on her. She wasn't used to feeling so close to somebody she still had so much to learn about. She wasn't used to having her heart feel this full just by being near someone.
She wasn't used to gentle, real love. She was used to passion, to attraction, to playing a role. She could pretend to be the cocky, self-assured, never-wrong-or-second-best popular girl. She could play up the always-get-the-guy trope.
She had only ever let herself fall for one guy before, and it wasn't on purpose, but she knew that her broken heart from that ordeal would be nothing like if something took her away from Stiles.
And that was enough to make her panic.
Before she could pull away, lie and tell Stiles she was tired, make some excuse to put some distance between them, Stiles moved first.
"I've got an idea. Wait here."
The excitement on his face as he scampered back inside tugged at her heartstrings and she knew she couldn't leave now.
Damn him and his hold on her. She was completely wrapped around his finger.
Stiles came back and sat next to her, pulling out a lighter.
Her eyes narrowed in concern. "Stiles. I really don't think your pyromania issues are a good thing to bring up if we're hoping to have an injury free weekend. This patio is made of wood."
He sent her an exasperated look.
"Look." he dug his phone out from the pocket of his sweatpants, thrusting the screen in her direction.
She saw the time. 11:59 p.m.
"You have one minute left of being seventeen! You should make a wish at midnight!"
Lydia had to laugh at his child-like enthusiasm.
"I'm going to have to make a wish later. Melissa's making a cake. I can't cheat and have two."
"Why not?! You can have one now, as a goodbye to your childhood, and one later for your foray into adulthood! A childish wish and an adult wish. It's totally legal."
"You just made that up."
"So?! Come onnnnnnnnn, Lydia…"
The clock flipped to 12:00 a.m. and Lydia sighed as Stiles spun the gear to bring up the flame. Scrunching her nose teasingly at him, she blew out the tiny flame as she closed her eyes and made a wish.
I wish that Stiles is always this happy.
As she opened her eyes, Stiles' grin surfaced. "Happy birthday!"
Lydia smiled fully back, glad her wish had already come true. Seeing Stiles happy was all she needed.
He flipped the lid back on the lighter and stretched his arms above his head, yawning obnoxiously.
He met her eyes and then paused, reaching out a hand to touch her face.
"Hold still. You have an eyelash on your cheek."
Lydia made herself as motionless as she could, considering her heart was pumping hard in her chest cavity at his close proximity. He had leaned in to get a better look at the perpetrator and she hadn't missed the way his gaze dropped to her lips.
She wet hers in anticipation, watching him carefully, silently begging him to go for it.
A snap of twigs from across the lawn made them both jump, effectively ruining the spell, and before Lydia could contemplate what the noise could be, Stiles had already stood and pulled out the baseball bat that had apparently been sitting beside him the whole time. How had she missed that?
A guy that had to be a few years older than them came into view, the darkness of the scruff on his face having nothing on the brooding colour of his eyes, and he stopped at the sight of them.
Stiles lowered his bat. "What the hell are you doing here in the middle of the night?"
"I came to talk to Scott. What the hell are you doing back in Beacon Hills?" the stranger asked, none too pleasantly.
Stiles sighed exasperatedly. "Happy Thanksgiving to you too, Derek."
Derek crossed his arms, rolling his eyes. "You know I didn't mean it like that."
"Didn't you?"
"You know what you being back means."
Stiles stepped forward, taking a step protectively in front of Lydia.
Derek finally seemed to notice that Stiles wasn't alone. He smirked.
"Brought your girlfriend home to meet the family? University must be treating you well."
Stiles didn't bother responding to that. "What do you want Scott for? Did something happen? Is Cora okay?"
"Everything is fine. But there's been a… shift. I need to make sure Scott—"
Scott, as if summoned, stumbled out of the door at that very moment. "Hey. I thought I heard you… I, uh, mean my phone beep with a text from you. And then I heard voices. And then I put two and two together and—"
Stiles sent Scott a warning look, knowing he was trying to cover his ass for nearly slipping up in front of Lydia, but he was not reducing suspicion in the slightest.
"Come on, Lydia. We should get to bed."
Lydia followed obediently, casting a look back at the pair. She knew there was something more going on. It was the way their conversation had been exchanged, and there was some sort of… aura coming from Derek, that exuded power.
Even thinking that made her falter in confusion. What 'power' could she possibly be sensing? Maybe his age gave him an authoritative vibe?
Shaking her head at the odd direction her thoughts took, Lydia tried to concentrate on her footing as Stiles lead her upstairs.
She grabbed his arm before he could disappear.
"Do you want to tell me what that was about?"
For the first time, Stiles couldn't meet her eyes, looking away as if ashamed. "Derek is just… kind of a dick, but he's a friend of Scott's, and mine too I guess, but we tend to butt heads a lot."
"Why did he imply that you being back here was such a problem?"
He swallowed. "Um… it's complicated. I also kind of dated his cousin and we ended things shortly before I left and kind of haven't spoken since, so he's pretty pissed at me for that."
"Why would he need to talk to Scott in the middle of the night? Couldn't he just call him?"
"Derek has a thing for the dramatic—he tends to like to converse face-to-face."
"Who's Cora?"
"His sister."
Lydia bit her lip. She was starting to think, based on the way Stiles reacted, that maybe it was Derek's dog and he needed Scott's help with patching her up after a dog fight or something. It would make sense, since Scott had been working at a vet clinic for years and was training to be a vet.
"How does Scott know him?"
But as the words left her mouth, she could see the pain on Stiles' face. Like the conversation was physically taking pieces out of him.
"I'm sorry. It's none of my business." Lydia said dismissively, turning to head back to her room.
"No, Lydia." he said, as quietly as he could considering there were sleeping bodies around. "I'm sorry. It's not that I don't want to tell you or I don't trust you or something. It's just… it's a lot of things, and it opens up a lot more, and… if I told you everything, it wouldn't… it really wouldn't help. It's safer for you not to know."
His eyes were wide and earnest, willing her to understand, and Lydia, although still burning with curiosity, figured it was time to cut him some slack.
"Okay."
There was a beat between them, both trying to sneak glances at the other to judge what they were thinking.
Stiles, as expected, broke it up.
"So I guess we should probably try to get some sleep so we won't be zombies during your best birthday ever, huh?"
Lydia forced a smile, having almost forgotten that tomorrow, or um today, was her birthday.
"Yeah, we should."
He reached out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Night, birthday girl."
"Night." she replied, before finding some unknown courage and leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.
It was the only way she could think of to thank him for his little gesture downstairs. A silly one, by some people's standards, but it had meant a lot to her that he was trying so hard to make her birthday so special. She already knew it would be one she never forgot.
It also was meant as a stamp of forgiveness. She knew that Stiles could only have the best intentions if he was keeping her separate from whatever the hell was going on with that older guy. She knew him well enough to know that he wasn't stupid and he didn't think of her as some incapable child. It frustrated her when her curiosity wasn't quenched, but she trusted Stiles. She wanted him to know that she didn't hold his position on the matter against him. She had a feeling part of the reason he was keeping quiet about it was because he had some sort of pact or promise with Scott to keep his mouth shut about it.
Stiles looked surprised by her impulsive move, but his face melted into a smile, and she couldn't help but return it before heading down the hall.
As she slipped quietly in next to Allison, she couldn't help smiling as she fell asleep. Stiles had promised her an unforgettable birthday. She had a feeling he was definitely going to deliver on that promise.
