Stiles twirled around in his desk chair, making himself nauseated. Stopping, he let out a gasp while trying to keep his head still. He lazily turned back towards the desk and put his head down for a minute. Lifting it even more slowly, he reached for his phone and saw that it was past two in the morning. Way past the hour of decent sleep on a school night. This was their last full week, why couldn't he just fall asleep like a normal teenaged delinquent?

He decided not to answer his own question. Steering his mind from the dark depths that once had consumed it.

He then saw his phone light up, a smile spreading to his face. Of course she couldn't sleep either. The only time either of them had slept in the past few weeks was with each other and they both knew it. He quickly read her messages.

Lydia:

You up?

Lydia:

Please say you're awake.

He shook his head at her messages whilst walking over to his bed. Within seconds the phone was to his ear and his back was comfortably placed on to his plush bed. The phone ringed exactly two times before she answered. She seemed to always answer after two rings. It took her a few more seconds to say hello, her voice a whisper.

"Why are we whispering?" He asked, amused.

She huffed, "Well not everyone's parent works the night shift."

"Touché," Stiles chuckled at her aggravated behavior, "What's wrong?"

"I can't sleep and I- we have a test first thing tomorrow!" She was really freaking out.

Stiles let the connection click, "History?"

"Yeah," She breathed heavy.

"Then, you got this."

She huffed again, "It's not that, you dork. What if I don't wake up to my alarm or something?"

"I will come over and be your personal wake up call, then."

Lydia couldn't help but smile at the thought, "I wouldn't be too opposed to that."

"Me either."

They let a wave of pleasant silence settle in.

Stiles then decided he should turn off his light and on his way back he just so happened to stub his big toe on some unknown piece of furniture. He quickly dove for the bed before rolling around on it ouching in pain and holing his leg and toe close to his chest. He heard a concerned chuckle come from the phone and then he remembered he was on the phone with Lydia Martin and Lydia Martin wouldn't think he was cool or anything after this. Lydia Martin was going to hang up and he was going to have to start his ten year plan all over again, with some minor tweaks, mind you.

"Are you okay? That sounded bad," He let a confused expression fall over his face. Lydia Martin wasn't hanging up. Lydia Martin was asking if he was okay and the concern in her voice almost matched that of his own when she was hurt or upset. Stiles let his stomach fill with those annoying little butterflies just this once, only because Lydia freaking Martin cared about him and his well-being. She was here and she wasn't planning on going anywhere.

"Stiles?" Her voice popped him back into reality.

"Yeah. Sorry, I'm fine. Just stubbed my toe," He tried to act macho but they both knew he wasn't.

She chuckled, "Are you sure because you just made it sound way worse than that."

"I'm sure, Lyd."

"Lyd?" She tilted her head to the new-found nickname and found herself oddly welcoming it. No one had given her a nickname before. Not unless you counted the usual 'baby', 'babe' or even 'crazy', 'bitch', and 'slut'. Sometimes it was a combination of a few.

Stiles held his breath, "Yeah.."

"I like it," Her voice sent chills down his spine. Did he just make Lydia get that excited about something?

He cleared his throat, "Really?"

"I've never really had a nickname before. And it kind of works, you know, with everything we go through nowadays."

"Well, I'm glad I got to be the one to finally do it," He found his pillow and laid his empty ear on it, sighing.

"Me too."

He sighed, basking in the moment for just a second.

"So," Stiles could practically see her pushing her lips out in contemplation.

Lydia could practically see him running a hand through his hair, trying to think of something to say before blurting, "Do you like Star Wars?"

"Yes. Yes, I do."

He held his breath, "Really?"

"Who doesn't?"

"Um, idiots?"

She laughed, "Exactly. And we are far from idiots."

"Yes. We are some classy nerds," He tried to joke, even though his heart was racing at just about every sound she made.

Her breath was loud, "Hell yes. We so are."

"So.. are you really going to make me ask?" He started to bite his bottom lip.

She giggled. She literally giggled, "A New Hope is by far my favorite."

"I'm more of a Return of the Jedi type of guy."

"You do come across as that sort of guy," She was nearly smiling ear to ear.

Stiles chuckled rather loudly, "Do I? What else do I come across as, then?"

He heard her laugh and he was certain she was biting her lip too, "You come across as a very proper, gentlemanly guy with zero douche tendencies. You come across as a Star Wars over Star Trek guy. You probably like Doctor Who and/or Firefly. Hell, you probably read comics in your free time."

"I'm a gentlemanly guy?"

As she laughed, her free hand partly covered her forehead and eyes, "Is that really all you got from that?"

"Yes, I'm really surprised."

Lydia's voice turned serious, "What? Why?"

"I just never thought you'd say that."

"About you?"

"Yeah," He let his voice trail off, kind of regretting the topic change.

"Well, I'm not surprised by it. You're one hell of a guy, Stillenski."

He chuckled, "And I'm still shocked that it's Lydia Martin telling me this right now."

"You make it sound like I'm different."

"You are."

She rolled on to her back and raised her legs straight up into the air because she seriously needed to do something, "Shut up, Stillenski."

"Never."

Lydia Martin giggled and eventually had to hold her stomach she was laughing too hard.

"What's so funny?"

"You seriously will never shut up. It was just funny, alright?" Lydia bit her bottom lip again and mentally cursed herself for letting Stiles, of all people, make her feel and act that way. But it truly had never happened with another guy, or friend before.

"Oh, I see how it is," He joked, rolling on to his stomach.

Lydia smiled to herself, "No, I really don't think you do."

"Huh? I didn't hear that."

"Nothing."

Stiles contemplated pressuring her into telling him but he knew he would be able to stay on the phone much longer if he didn't.

"And yes I am a Firefly fan."

"No Doctor Who? Oh! You have not lived!" Lydia sounded completely appalled and disappointed.

His chest rumbled, "You'll have to show me sometime, then."

"Well, obviously."

Stiles sat up abruptly and his voice turned serious, "What kind of music are you into?"

Lydia thought about it for a moment, "Probably just indie pop and rock. You?"

"Rap. Some mainstream stuff."

"We are so different."

"But so not," He found himself saying out loud, falling back on to his pillow.

Lydia decided to challenge him with a playful smirk on her face, "How's that?"

Stiles was a bit thrown off guard, "What?"

"How're we alike, then?"

He tried to gather his thoughts, this might be a pivotal moment in his plan, "Well, we're both genius' and actually enjoy going to school."

"That makes us sound lame. Come on, think of something better," She playfully spoke, knowing one example she was hoping to keep to herself as long as possible.

"Okay, okay. I've got this. We're both really nice and helpful. Both basically human.. yeah," He took a moment to breathe, "We both love smoothies and eating candy together. Uh, we enjoy movies and books. Most of the time their the same. Um, uh, we both like to laugh and be around people who make us laugh. We have awesome friends. Oh, we've got each other. There's that... and uh,"

"Stiles. You're missing one very important thing," Her voice was now soft and gentle.

He knit his eyebrows together, "If you knew all the ways we're similar, why'd you put me on the spot like that?"

"I wanted to see what you could come up with."

"So? What is it?"

Lydia chuckled, "Oh. Well. We're both extremely adventurous, outgoing and love solving mysteries."

"I am in no way outgoing."

"How come you can talk in front of the entire class and some people can't? How some you can make a whole group of strangers laugh and so many other people can't? It's because you're smart and outgoing, Stiles. So shut up and take the damn compliment," She sighed happily at herself for repeating his words, "Now, the biggie is that we're both complete and utter nerds. Not in any of the normal senses, no not at all. We're our own class of nerd and dork and geek. Just the two of us. You wanna know why? Because we get to research and solve real mysteries and help a group of supernatural beings survive and thrive. We basically have to be nerds for a living."

"That was actually, completely and utterly sweet, Lyd."

"Well, someone just so happens to bring that side of me out," She hinted.

Stiles felt confused, "Me? What? How'd I do that?"

Lydia laughed, not caring if her mom woke up anymore, "Stiles, you're the one who told me I don't have to be superficial. I don't have to dress up everyday to feel pretty. I don't have to keep those walls up around me. Especially with Scott and even Kira. But most importantly, you. You, Stiles. You are the one person I am completely and utterly open with. So if you somehow screw me over, I will make sure you live out the rest of your life in hell."

Her voice suddenly turned into defensive threatening at the end.

Still overwhelmed by what she just implied, he only said, "I will never do that, Lydia. I'm the last person on the planet that would."

"I thought so," Lydia Martin mused proudly about her judgement of his character.

They actually ended up talking all night and around five 'o' clock she got off the phone and hopped in the shower. She spent the next hour and a half after that trying on dress after dress, trying to find something Stiles had never seen before. Something that would make him notice her, even more than usual she guessed. After doing her makeup in a natural way she let her hair dry naturally, knowing that's when he complimented it the most. By the time he was supposed to pick her up, she was wearing a cream, long-sleeved dress that looked sort of old-fashioned with a light lace pattern all over. It had a high neckline and the bottom ended just above her knees.

Yes, he had seen her wear it before but she knew he wouldn't remember.

She slipped on her matching cream flats with little black bows on top just before she heard the hard yelp of his jeeps honk.

Grabbing her black bag, she yawned. Never going to sleep might have been a poor choice.

"You- You look incredible, Lydia," He held on to her bag while she climbed into the passenger's seat. That's the moment when Lydia Martin realized just how much work she had put into making him say that one phrase. And of course she knew it was worth it but that's not what shocked her. It was the fact that over the past few months she had not done anything but be with Stiles and she utterly enjoyed every second of it. She was just realizing how much he was in her life and that she didn't care if she didn't have a new girl best friend because she had Stiles. And she would probably always have Stiles.

Lydia Martin was just then realizing that she did not want to go a day without this moron of a best friend driving her to get coffee because they had selfishly stayed on the phone all night when they should have slept or studied or anything other than just listening to each others voice.

Lydia Martin realized that she needed Stiles.

The moment they walked into school together, Scott, Kira and Danny were attacking them with questions about the history test. They answered where they could before they started to realize the two teens were groggy as hell and carrying extra-large Starbucks coffee's.

"Why so tired?" Scott asked his oldest friends.

The pair looked at each other with soft smiles, "Just ended up pulling an all-nighter."

Scott nodded his head, kind of hoping not to receive anymore information and walked toward his home room. Danny said his goodbyes and made his way over to his locker.

Kira stayed behind to ask, "Why an all-nighter?"

Stiles raised his eyebrows, unsure of what Lydia would want everyone to know.

Good thing the woman herself answered Kira's question, "We were studying each other."

Kira seemed content with that answer, not realizing the word Lydia left out, and bounced off to meet some of her new friends outside the pack.

Lydia could feel his eyes on her and she felt her cheeks warm. Glancing at him she tried to play it off, "What?"

"You are too much for me, Lydia Martin."

"Is that a bad thing?" She questioned as they came to a stop.

He reached out and tucked a curl behind her ear, "Never."

"Good," He held her face with a gentle caress and before he could pull away, she put her hand over his.

They stood like that for a moment.

And then the bell rang and they trudged sleepily through the rest of the school hours, anxiously waiting to see each other throughout the long day. ϟ