"So you and Stiles…''
"Uhuh''.
"Making out and…''
"Yeah… and stuff…''
Allison and Lydia lay side by side on the brunette's bed, their eyes wide and staring at the ceiling. The banshee let out a slow exhale as Allison's cheeks hurt from grinning. She dropped her head to the side, looking at her friend. The girl raised her eyebrows suggestively, her eyes twinkling.
"Well?''
Lydia frowned back, "Well, what?''
"How was he?''
Lydia tried to suppress a coy smirk but failed, instead choosing to bite her lip as Allison laughed gleefully.
"Which time?'' Was Lydia's reply. Allison shrieked in delight, rolling off of the bed to her feet and throwing a cushion at Lydia playfully.
"Lydia Martin, tell me now!''
The strawberry blonde laughed freely, burrowing her face in the pillow that she caught from Allison and squealed.
She surfaced, facing Allison with pink cheeks and glittering eyes.
"Amazing'', she said truthfully, her voice breathless.

Allison jumped back onto the bed, crossing her legs Indian style as she stared at Lydia with wide eyes.
"Seriously?''
Lydia nodded shyly, "The best, everything he does is just so-'', she flung herself onto her back once more as Allison hovered over her, hanging onto every word she spoke.
"I mean, his hands'', she continued, "And his lips, god, his lips!'' Lydia practically moaned, her cheeks pink and flushed.
The pair sat in silence, both minds wandering at Lydia's words. Allison smiled down at her friend, a question playing on her lips.
"Better than Jackson?''
"Jackson who?''

Stiles emerged from his shower with a billow of steam and a sigh, the empty house quiet apart from the faint buzzing that came from the room next door. Thinking of a certain strawberry blonde, he scrambled into his bedroom - his wet feet slipping on the wooden floor - and he grabbed his phone.
Scott's name flashed on the screen and he answered with an upbeat greeting, secretly feeling guilty that he was disappointed.
"Hey man, what's up?''
Scott sounded tired and he yawned before responding, "Fancy coming round to play Xbox? I just got the new halo - let me hand your ass to you''.
Stiles laughed and considered the invite, looking down at his empty bed and his T-Shirt that Lydia had worn the night before. He had washed her, kissed her, soothed her, held her in her sleep. And then she left him.
He frowned and reached for a clean shirt in his wardrobe.
"Sounds good, I'll be round soon''.
"Excellent! Bring food!''

Scott sat on his bedroom floor with his mouth hanging open, his slice of pizza now lukewarm and suspended in the air by his frozen hand.
"So yeah, we had a bath together and fell asleep in my bed… When I woke up she was gone and that's that'', Stiles concluded his hour long confession, "That's the complete story of the best week of my life''.
Stiles sighed and took a long drag of his juice, throwing his pizza crusts into the cardboard box that lay between them. The video game beeped impatiently in the background and Scott was silent.
Stiles clenched his fists in front of him, his mind racing and his heart dull in his chest. He was disappointed when he woke up alone, he was unsure of what to do - confused as to how Lydia felt.
"I just, I just felt like I got something real out of her last night man, you know? It wasn't just making out or fooling around''. Stiles sighed and fell back against the bed frame.
"She was still a little bit drunk, yeah, but she let me hold her and take care of her and she told me I made her feel good… she told me that she was scared - that she didn't want to lose me''. He rubbed his eyes and looked at his best friend for a response, for some advice.
"Why are you sitting here?''

"What?''
Scott frowned at his human friend, his pizza forgotten about as he spoke for the first time in an hour and twenty minutes, "Why are you even here?''
"Well that's just rude-''
"Bro!'' Scott huffed in frustration, "She practically told you last night!''
Stiles squinted back at him, clearly confused at his explanation.
Throwing a balled up shirt at him, Scott continued, "Stiles, when was the last time Lydia let herself get into a serious relationship?''
"With Jackson..?''
"Exactly. How did that end?''
"Considering the homicidal circumstances, I'm going to go with not well'', Stiles ventured with a wince.
"Jackson didn't treat her well dude, with or without being a supernatural lizard'', The alpha explained gently, "She was terrorized by the past and present version of Peter, played around with by Aiden and practically abandoned by her own dad''.
Stiles nodded thoughtfully, his expression solemn.

"She told you the reason last night, man, in the bath - when she was freaking wrapped around you!'' Scott dropped his pizza onto his plate, leaning forward to clap Stiles on the shoulder.
"She's scared. Lydia's scared I'll hurt her like every other guy'', Stiles' eyes were wide with realization. He ran a hand through his messy hair, his palm rubbing the back of his neck thoughtfully.
"Ten points to Stilinski''.

"Hey, Lydia, it's me again - pick up your phone okay? Or call me back, I really need to talk to you' - like urgently''.

"Lydia, I went round to yours, your mom said you were at Allison's - I'm driving round now - I just really think we should talk''.

"Uh, so, yeah. I went round to Ally's… she, she told me you went out with that Matthew guy. Uh, yeah - So I guess it doesn't matter anymore. I'll see you tomorrow, or at school or something. Yeah-''.

TWO HOURS EARLIER.

Lydia's cell rang from inside her bag and she ignored Allison's moans of protest as she clambered over her, messing up her freshly painted nails.
She grabbed her phone without looking at the screen, answering breathlessly and hoping to hear the voice she left behind that morning.
"Lydia, hi - it's me''.

The strawberry blonde frowned.
"Sorry - who's calling?''
Allison lifted her head and attention away from her cherry red toenails and matched her curious expression to her friends frowning one. She mouthed to Lydia 'who is it?'
The voice laughed nervously before it drawled, "It's Matthew…''
Lydia cringed internally and stuttered before answering.
"Matthew! Right, of course - sorry! I, uh, I was expecting another call - sorry…''
Allison made a face at the mention of the boy and watched Lydia through curious eyes. She flung a pillow at the banshee, telling her silently to put the call on loudspeaker. Lydia batted her away, avoiding two more flying cushions before relenting and pressing the conference button.

"So, like I was saying - we didn't really get to see too much of each other at the party last night. I was wondering if I could take you out this evening?''
Lydia gaped at her friend who furiously shook her head, her short curls whipping around her face.
"No! Lydia no! Say no! No!'' Allison whispered hissed, following the redhead around her room as she paced the floor, grappling for a response.
"Uh, Matthew, I'm uh, I'm-''
"Busy! You're busy! Say you're busy!'' Allison waved her hands frantically, pulling at her friend's skirt as she fell to the floor in dramatic despair.
The hunter looked up from her place on the carpet in defeat as Lydia let out a sigh into the phone.
"Sure, Matthew - I'd love to go out with you''.
"ARE YOU FU-''
"Pick me up in an hour? Okay-gotta-go-bye!'' Lydia rambled the last few words to the boy as Allison shouted out in surprise.

"You don't even like him, Lydia'', Allison watched her friend apply a fresh coat of red lipstick before fluffing out her curls around her face like an auburn halo.
"Sure I do, he's nice-''
"He's boring, he's dull, he's pretentious, he's a douche bag, he's not Stiles…''
"Correct, Allison; he's not Stiles - and right now, that's what I'm aiming for''.
She stood, smoothing out her skirt and grabbing her bag, letting her vibrating phone slip into it's depths unnoticed - the girl was oblivious to the illuminated screen, flashing with Stiles' name and laughing picture.
"Lyds, babe, you need to give you and Stiles a shot… from what you told me, everything seems pretty perfect-''
"Allison, we live in a world where giant lizards and werewolves are real, Japanese demon's have tried to kill us and all boys I've dated have disappointed me in ways I don't want to go into… Nothing's perfect''.
Lydia smiled a sad, tight lipped smile and headed for the door as her friend continued to try and reason with her.
"It's Stiles, Lydia! He adores you! He-''
"He adores the idea of me, Allison, he adores kissing me and rolling around in bed with me… I'm not good enough for him, not all of him - I'm pretty sure we discussed this five months ago''. She raised her eyebrows sternly, daring Allison to try and push the matter further.
Allison did: "You're being an idiot''.
Lydia laughed humorlessly, "I think you'll find this is the smartest thing I could do right now, Allison''.
The other girl shook her head, folding her arms in frustration and pursed her lips. Lydia walked around her, picking up her heels as she headed out into the Argent's hallway and to the front door.
Allison was close behind, her tirade following Lydia through the house.

"You literally told me an hour ago that you and Stiles together, was insane! You said it was amazing, you told me he held you all night and-''
"Allison, please, I am begging you to drop it!''
"Stop!" Lydia suddenly whipped around to face her in the hall, her wide, green eyes watering; her lip quivering, "Just, please, stop it, okay?'' She smiled sadly, "Stiles needs to find a nice girl who actually deserves everything I turned down two years ago - who realizes what's in front of her before they end up in a dysfunctional friendship that ends with them in bed together every other night'', Lydia rambled breathlessly.
"Lydia, no, it's not like that with you two-''.
A car horn beeped from outside. The girls stood in silence, staring each other down.
"…I need to go''.
"Lydia!''
The door closed.