Fearless

We're drivin' down the road

I wonder if you know

I'm tryin' so hard not to get caught up noow

But you're just so cool

Run your hands through your hair

Absent mindedly makin' me want you

Lydia threw herself onto her back, glaring at her ceiling. For the past two hours, she had been trapped in a battle with her mind. As much as she wanted to sleep, her brain did not want to shut off. She slowly let out a breath and closed her eyes.

Buzzzzzzzzz.

Lydia wrinkled her nose and looked at her nightstand, wondering why the hell her phone was going off at midnight. She grabbed it and unlocked it.

Stiles: Are you awake?

Lydia bit her lip, a million questions and thoughts racing through her head. Why was he asking? Should she pretend she didn't get it? But why not answer? Would it really hurt anything?

Buzzzzzzz.

Stiles: My name is Stiles Stilinski, by the way. My friend gave me your phone number. She thought we might get along and that maybe you'd be awake too.

She couldn't help it. Lydia gave a small smile and typed a response.

Lydia: I'm awake. I've been thinking I need to get out and socialize more. What do you have in mind?

Stiles: That's exactly what Kira said. Want to go shopping?

Lydia: What? The mall is closed.

Stiles: Ah, but the department store isn't.

Lydia: You want to go shopping at midnight? What kind of guy are you?

Stiles: The kind that's already watched an entire season of Orange is the New Black and really needs to get out.

She couldn't help but laugh as she texted him to come and pick her up. She pulled herself out of bed and pulled on one of her many shirt dresses and her tan wedges. She knelt by the bed and kissed Prada on the head. "I'll be back girl," she whispered stroking the dog's fur. She pursed her lips as she looked at her and then slowly got up, trying to tell herself that it the gray hair Prada had picked up between Christmas and now was nothing to worry about.

She grabbed her purse and went outside just as the headlights appeared. That trademark, light blue jeep rolled up and the window rolled down. "Hey, there. Want a ride, cutie?" Stiles grinned at her.

Lydia gave him a playful eye roll and got in the passenger seat. "Sure thing, stud," she answered without even thinking about it. Maybe, for one night, things didn't have to be weird.

Stiles laughed and started driving. "So, I've come to a conclusion."

"Oh?" Lydia pulled the glove compartment down and began going through his CDs.

"Mmhm. Piper's screwed."

Lydia burst out laughing. "Admit it. You like this show."

Stiles grinned. "It's… Well, it's intriguing. These characters are all nuts, every one of them."

"Aren't they?" She grinned. "Wait for the rest of it."

"Yeah, well, thanks for saving me from that."

"You're welcome." Lydia tucked a strand of hair behind her hair and then put in a CD. "This is still in there, I see," she said, waving the Taylor Swift CD in front of her face.

"What?" He scoffed. "I forgot about it…"

"I so don't believe you. It's okay to like her, you know."

"I… don't…"

"Liar," she teased. She looked out the window, listening to the song and watching the lights zoom past.

"I don't like her," Stiles said again after a few minutes.

Lydia laughed. "Oh my gosh, fine. It's okay."

"I-I don't- I really don't- You take my hand and drag me head first, fearless," Stiles cut himself off, singing along loudly to the song.

Lydia nearly bending herself in half as she leaned forward, laughing and clapping. "Well, you stood there with me in the doorway."

"My hands shake." Stiles pointed at her to take over.

"I'm not usually this way."

"But you pull me in and I'm a little more brave!"

"It's the first kiss!"

"It's flawless!"

"It's fearless!" they ended together, both trying not to laugh, grinning ear to ear as Stiles flicked on his blinker and turned into the parking lot.

"I told you!" Lydia threw her hands in the air.

"Oh, whatever!" Stiles laughed, swinging into a parking space.

"I am the reigning champion of being right! Whoo!"

"Oh, no one likes a sore winner." Stiles hopped out and went around, opening her door for her.

Lydia swung out of the Jeep and grinned at him. "If you don't like a sore winner, why'd you used to play scrabble with me?"

"Oh! I can win Scrabble!" Stiles grinned at her as they walked.

"Sure. But not against me." She winked and led the way into the store.

"You are so messed up in the head." Stiles looked at her with a glint in his eye before bounding to a rack of clothes. He pulled out a peptobismal pink skirt and grinned at her. "This is perfect for you, Lyds."

"Just remember this store has knives, Stiles." She made her way to a different rack and started going through them as he burst into laughter.

"Hey, how about this?" Stiles pulled out another skirt. It was sort of simple, a gorgeous plum color. She surveyed it for a moment before taking it from him. "Good find."

He beamed at her and Lydia couldn't help but notice the small tug on her heart at the sight.

"Hey, we need to get you a new blue button down."

"I have a blue button down."

"Trust me, I know," she replied, trying to let him know through her tone how much she despised that shirt.

Stiles grinned at her. "Fine."

They ended up splitting up, each planning to gather their own outfits and then try them on together. The task was simple, get a mix of good and bad and make the bad shocking.

Lydia walked into the dressing rooms and grinned at him. "Ready for this?"

"Oh, I was born ready." He winked and went into his room.

Lydia walked into the other one and threw on one of the ones she liked: a white blouse with the plum skirt. When she came out, Stiles was leaning in the dressing room doorway, now dressed in a new pair of jeans and a button down shirt under a sweater. He was running his fingers through his hair, looking off into the distance. And even though she knew it wasn't on purpose, she felt unbelievably frustrated with him for looking so damn sexy.

He looked up at her and his jaw fell slightly, his face falling into that awed look that she'd always loved seeing on his face. But it ached a little now, knowing that they couldn't be together, knowing that even though she could put him in awe he still ended things.

"That… You… I like that," he said quietly.

"That too," Lydia replied. "It looks… You should get it."

He gave her a small smile. "Will do."

"I'm gonna…" She ducked back in the dressing room and shut the door, slowly letting out a breath. Okay, she thought. Time to change things up. She pulled on one of the worst outfits that she could find and then burst out of the dressing room to see him also bursting out in the same moment wearing nothing but a speedo and a shirt with ducks all over it. Lydia stumbled backwards, laughing so hard that she thought she might fall over.

"Eh?" He grinned at her. "Obviously, this is a golden summer look."

Lydia opened her mouth to respond but just started laughing again. "Okay," she gasped after a few minutes. "You win. You win this round."

"Round two, here I come." Stiles grinned at her and went back in the dressing room.

Lydia took a long breath and went back in hers, still chuckling. "I cannot believe you grabbed a speedo."

"That's how I do."

She came back out in a pair of frumpy jeans and a shirt that literally had a bra outlined on the front. Stiles came out and then his eyes widened and his fist flew infront of his mouth as a choked laugh came out.

"You win," he said after a minute. "Yup. No question."

By the end of their game, they were tied. "How do we break the tie?" Stiles asked, loading their clothes on the rack.

"I hate to say it," Lydia said, "but I think you win."

"What? Why?"

"The first outfit. We didn't score those. And that sweater… That was good."

"But it in no way beats your skirt."

"Oh, don't suck up."

"I'm not sucking up, Lyds. Honest." He smiled softly.

Lydia had to look away, away from that smile, away from those adoring eyes. Because if he adored her so freaking much why did he leave? "Come on. Let's go and call it a draw."

"Okay," he said quietly, slipping his hand into hers. "But first. Hi. My name is Stiles Stilinski." He spun her in a circle. "And I really like this song."

And just like that, she was drawn into a dance with him. I must be a glutton for punishment, she remembered thinking at some point but then all negative thoughts were driven away as she laughed with the boy she loved once again.

It was just a night, it was just a dance. Maybe it wouldn't change their future but that didn't mean it couldn't be magical.

It didn't mean it couldn't be fearless.

Cause I don't know how it gets better than this

You take my hand and drag me head first

Fearless

And I don't know why but with you I'd dance in a storm in my best dress

Fearless