We're all bored
We're all so tired of everything
We wait for trains that just aren't coming
We show off our different scarlet letters
Trust me mine is better
We're so young that we're on the road to ruin
We play dumb
But we know exactly what we're doing

"Are you sure about this?"

Stiles hesitated before putting another plaid shirt in his duffel bag. "Yeah. Absolutely. It's just a weekend."

"Stiles..." Melissa pursed her lips. "I don't want to see you get..."

"Hurt?" Stiles threw her a smile, lifting his eyebrows slightly. "Little late for that Melissa. Look, Scott and Kira have been planning the four of us doing this for a year."

"And then you two broke up. You don't have to go."

Stiles smiled at her, honestly touched by how much this wonderful woman cared about him and Lydia both. "We'll be okay," he said gently. "Thank you."

She let out a small sigh and nodded. "Call me if you need to talk."

"We're not going far," he said softly, smiling at her. "If something happens and I need to talk, you will be the first number I call." He kissed her on the cheek as he walked through the door. "We'll see you Monday, Mom," he called over his shoulder without thinking about it.

"What took so long?" Scott asked as Stiles got into the Jeep beside him.

Stiles grinned at him. "Your mom was worried about me and Lydia."

"Are you gonna be okay? You don't have to-"

"Scott." Stiles held up his hand. "I want to come. We have been talking about this trip for ages. We are not cancelling."

Scott hesitated again before nodding. "Okay. Let's get the girls."

Cause baby I could build a castle
Out of all the bricks they threw at me
And every day it's like battle
But every night with us is like a dream
Baby we're the new romantics
Come on, come along with me
Heart break is the national anthem
We sing it proudly
We are too busy dancing
To get knocked off our feet
Baby we're the new romantics
The best people in life are free

"I want to play a game," Stiles complained.

"Like what? I Spy?" Lydia lifted her eyebrows at him, lips raised in an amused smile.

Kira laughed. "License Plate game?"

"Screw you guys." Stiles grinned into the rearview mirror. "I want amusement in something I haven't played before."

Scott grinned at him. "I have no idea what you want us to suggest bud."

"Don't bud me, you ginormous pain in the ass." Stiles reached over and shoved him on the shoulder before returning his hand to the wheel. Just a moment later, however, he drove under a yellow stoplight and moved his hand from the wheel again, kissed two fingers, and placed them on the ceiling of the Jeep.

"What was that?" Kira asked, raising her eyebrows.

Lydia and Scott both laughed. "Stiles has a tick," Scott explained. "Anytime he goes under a yellow light he kisses two fingers and puts them on the ceiling. It's good luck."

"It keeps cops away," Lydia told her. "Not that it helps him, Mr. 17 tickets."

"Okay but they aren't legit tickets. I just got warnings."

"Because of your father," Lydia reminded him.

"That's it." Scott grinned around the car. "That's the game."

"See how fast Stiles can go without going to prison?" Lydia asked.

Stiles laughed. "I don't like any of you. You all suck."

Kira grinned and leaned between Scott and Stiles. "So what's the game?"

"Yellow lights."

"Wow, that's awesome. We already went through one. I'm amused already." Stiles immediately served his torso to the side, barely avoiding Scott's playful hit.

"Maybe don't hit the driver," Kira offered nervously.

"My game," Scott said determinedly. "Is that when we go through a yellow light we have to do Stiles's tick. The last one to do it-"

"Dies," Stiles interrupted.

"Has to lick the floor," Lydia offered at the same time. They both laughed.

Stiles threw her a grin over his shoulder. "That's disgusting."

She winked. "It's what I do." She saw Stiles's eyes resting on her for longer than they should, especially since he was driving, and forced herself to look at Kira instead of him. She missed the days where she could just lean towards him and plant a soft, small kiss on the back of his neck. She missed being able to smell him and only him, missed feeling his skin on her lips.

"The last one to do it," Scott reiterated, "has to take off a piece of clothing." The vehicle erupted into cheering and whoops.

"Oh, hell yes," Stiles said. "That's hilarious."

"I feel like he has an unfair advantage," Lydia said, kneeing the back of Stiles's seat playfully.

"Not really," Scott said. "His attention span sucks."

Stiles gave a short bellow of laughter and outrage. "'If I wasn't driving-"

"Thank God you remember that you are driving," Lydia shot back.

"Ohhhh!" chorused Scott and Kira.

Stiles grinned at her from the rearview. "It's on, Strawberry. It's on."

Lydia smirked at him. "Bring it."

"We can play hot seat while waiting for the lights," Kira offered.

"I have no idea what that is," Stiles told her.

"We pick one person and then hit them with all kinds of odd questions. We get five questions, they get one veto."

Scott grinned and looked at Stiles, eyebrows raised. "What do you say?"

"I say that this is not how I wanted to be forced to reveal our secret relationship," Stiles said.

"It's time," Scott replied dramatically.

Lydia laughed. "Shut up. I say that because he is such a pain in the ass, Stiles goes first."

"Weirdest place you've had sex!" Scott nearly shouted.

Stiles's eyes widened and he gave a tiny glance at Lydia. She immediately regretted nominating him, wondering why she hadn't been prepared for sexual questions to be fired. Kira grimaced at her and awkwardly started drinking her Coke.

"Ve..."

"Don't waste the veto, Stilinski," Lydia said. "It's fine. I'll just rat you out for something later." She gave him a challenging grin and leaned up to pat him on the cheek. "Have fun, tiger. Make it good."

Stiles looked surprised but impressed. He grinned. "Okay. Dad's office."

Kira nearly spit her coke out, instead managing to swallow and then falling into a coughing fit. "Oh my gosh!"

"You animal!" Scott laughed. "That is sick! Was anyone there?"

"No!" Stiles said. "I'm insulted at the-"

"Yes," Lydia replied. "Don't get caught lying, Stiles. Play it smart."

"There wasn't anyo-" Stiles's eyes widened and his mouth fell open. "Oh my gosh. I forgot. Yes..."

"Who?" Kira asked.

"That's question three," Stiles said. "Are you sure you want to waste-"

"Trust us," Scott said. "This is no waste."

Stiles groaned. "Liam."

"No!" Scott laughed. "Poor kid!"

"He wasn't technically inside the building!" Stiles said quickly. "he was in the Jeep! We told him to stay there and we went to get a file and-"

"Does he know?" Scott demanded.

"No idea," Stiles replied.

"That's gold," Scott chortled.

Kira grinned and leaned forward. "Did you ever forget to use protection?"

"That time. We didn't have any."

Lydia couldn't help but wonder why she didn't feel mortified at this conversation. All she knew was that she felt fine with it. She was with her friends, they were talking and joking, things felt normal. For once it didn't feel like she was with her two friends and her ex-boyfriend. She was just with her three best friends.

"Animals!" Scott cried out jovially.

"I hate you sometimes," Stiles told him.

"Worth it," Scott replied.

"Yeah, yeah. Next hot seat."

Lydia grinned to herself as she saw the stoplight switch to yellow. She glanced at Kira, who also had her eyes on it. Scott threw a quick glance to it then looked back at Stiles, who looked like he hated his life but was not paying attention.

They passed through and, immediately, the other three had their fingers resting on the ceiling.

It took a minute before Stiles realized what had happened. He cursed and then gave a small grin. "I hate you all." He slowed at a red light and then tossed his shoes into the back.

We're all here
The lights and noise are blinding
We hang back
It's all in the timing
It's poker, you can't see in my face
But I'm about to play my ace

Lydia had never been more grateful to be good at a game. But as they rolled into the parking lot, she still had the majority of her clothes on. Since she had been wearing a dress, if she'd lost only a couple of times she would have had nothing left. But instead, she had only had to abandon her shoes and jacket. Kira hastily pulled her shirt back on and then her shoes. Scott had to do the same, while poor Stiles had to put on virtually everything except for underwear.

Scott had found a cute vineyard Inn that they would stay at. It was fairly affordable, especially since it was just for one night. Scott and Kira would share a room and Stiles and Lydia would each have their own.

Stiles went to the back and started pulling the suitcases out as Lydia came around beside him and Scott and Kira went inside to get the room keys. "That was fun," Lydia said, leaning against the Jeep.

Stiles smiled and nodded. "It was."

Lydia bit her lip and glanced up at him. "Can I ask a question?"

"Sure."

"Why did you veto the question about your first time?"

Stiles slowly let out a breath as he shut the back of the Jeep. "Because... That night at the motel with you was the best night of my life. And it's ours. I didn't want to laugh about it or make jokes about it. It's serious to me. It's important."

A small smile pulled at her lips. "I'm glad you did that."

He met her gaze and returned the smile. "Me too."

"Guys, we have a slight change of plans." Scott walked out of the hotel. "They messed up the reservation. We have two rooms instead of three, so Kira and Lydia can room together and Stiles and I-"

"No," Stiles and Lydia said together. They both looked at each other, eyebrows furrowed with surprise.

"This place is cute and romantic," Lydia said slowly. "I don't want you to miss out on that on our account."

"Yeah." Stiles nodded. "We've shared a room before. We'll be totally fine."

"Yeah," Lydia said slowly. "Absolutely fine."

Please take my hand
And please take me dancing
And please leave me stranded, it's so romantic