PRESENT DAY

So here we are now. I know what you're thinking, "This is lame high school drama." And you are right. It is. But if you didn't enjoy the story I just told, you wouldn't be here.

Finally, after pacing Lydia's driveway a few hundred times, half trying to figure out what to say and half trying to gain enough confidence to say it, I finally walk up to her door.

When I knock, my knees go weak. When she opens the door, I almost fall into her arms. Almost.

"Stiles?" she asks. she looks beautiful. she has on a beautiful white dress and slippers. Oh… those are PJs. Not a dress… "Stiles!"

I shake out of my trance and focus on what I was trying to say.

"Lydia, I-" "Stiles, I-" we say at the same time. we pause, and then again start at the same time.

"I really need to tell you something-"

"I really need to get this out" we say, this starting to get tiring.

"Please Lydia," I say.

"Go ahead."

"Lydia, I need you to know that I am sorry about what happened between you and Aiden. I am. But i also won't let you get mad at me because of it. That isn't fair. Every time you get sad or mad because someone broke up with you you get mad at other people. You don't let anyone in-"

"Stiles, I-" she starts.

"No. I need to finish this. You don't let anyone in. Not Allison. Not Kira. Not even me. And I need you to because I love you Lydia. I love you and I have since the third grade and if you don't love me back… well, oh, well because I will always be there for you whether you like it or not, so you better get used to it or else I'll-"

I get cut off from a kiss. it was a short lived kiss but it happened.

"Stiles, what I have been trying to tell you is that I am sorry." she says. "I got mad at you for no good reason. What I also was trying to tell you was that I love you too. I do."

At those words felt relief. I thought because I confessed my love for her, that she would start acting weird around me. It was at that moment that she kissed me. Like our kiss the previous night, full of affection and tenderness, but there was something new. Love.

When we broke away I asked her:

"So, do you want to go on a date later?" I ask. "Maybe like on Friday at 5:30 to be precise?"

"Of course Stiles." She says "I will go out with you."

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed. If you have any requests, I am open to them, so send them in! Thanks again!