Stiles lazily got out of his seat and started putting his notebooks into his school bag. The bell just rang and he knew Lydia would be waiting outside the door. Ever since they'd come back to school, they had decided to do all homework and to study together. Which meant spending nearly everyday together, not like either of them minded. He zipped up his pack and zoomed out the door, exceptionally excited about that days study session. Particularly because they had started a routine of watching a movie once they were done for the day, no matter the hour. Today they had decided on an older horror movie and he knew just which one to suggest, and probably end up forcing her to watch.

"Hey, Mr. Detective," Lydia yelled at him from across the hall. She was standing with Kira and Danny.

Danny laughed at something Kira said. Lydia being the only one paying attention to Stiles, that thought sent a chill down his back.

"How do ya do?" He smiled down at her and his focus never left her.

Lydia giggled and reached for his hand, "We should get going. I've got a lot of reading to do."

He nodded his head and waved goodbye with his free hand. Lydia told the others to have a good day and Stiles felt a warm sensation rise in his stomach realizing that she was such an eloquent person and no one would ever really deserve her. She turned her attention back around to where he had guided her. Their fingers were loosely interlocked and Stiles would not have that.

Lydia's face brightened more than Stiles even knew possible when he held on to her hand just a bit tighter.

She stopped him just before they got to the car, "Hey.."

She saw his face turn to one of concern and quickly put his worries at bay with a soft smile, "We don't have to keep doing this if you don't want to. We've only been back at school for two full weeks and all of my honors classes call for like three hours of homework. I know you're in some hard classes too and we help each other when we can but we just might be better off alone."

"Lydia, would you listen to yourself? You want us to stop doing homework together to end up being alone with the same amount of work. And we both know we have a huge amount each. So if we stop doing this then we won't get to see each other at all. And I for one am totally not okay with that," He held on to her shoulders, trying to get her to stop caring so much and just see the real picture. They were never going to be apart.

"Alright, alright. You won. I was just saying.." Lydia turned toward the jeep.

"No, you weren't just saying. Lydia, you were recoiling. You were thinking that we aren't going to stay this way. You're my best friend, you dork, so stop trying to push me away. Got it?" Stiles had put a hand on the door, stopping her from opening it. Her back now was against the car and he was ever so close to her. She swore even he could probably hear her rapid heart beat.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Scott say something to the rest of the pack and they all looked over at the pair by the jeep. With either smiles or laughter.

"I think Scott's listening in," And with that the pair was staring at the pack and Scott's face flushed. Lydia smiled at her accomplishment before noticing Stiles was slightly leaned towards her as he laughed.

Stiles watching the pack wander off, all realizing they were out of the loop on this one, and then he realized just how close he was to Lydia. He was practically breathing down her neck and she was probably in the most uncomfortable of positions. But when he started to move away the look on her face showed him something else entirely and he stopped every movement. Her hazel eyes showed a little more green than usual, her mouth pulled into an adorable smile and her hands were sliding their way up his chest. Stiles felt every touch she made, saw every move her eyes made and he couldn't help but freeze.

"Stiles," Lydia couldn't help how breathless she sounded. She did however take notice at how his breath hitched when she said his name.

Her hands finally found his face and she cupped his cheeks with more care than she would a small puppy.

"Lydia, I-" Stiles only got that out before a huge horn ruined their moment.

Towards the middle of the parking lot, a small car was honking vigorously at a larger truck. It was an almost accident and honestly shouldn't have kept the couples attention as long as it had. But Lydia had pulled her hands back down by her sides and Stiles had pushed back off the car while trying to get a better look at the idiots who had ruined their moment. Lydia was the first to look away, she casually glanced at Stiles before redirecting to the ground between them. She pushed hair behind her ears as she tried to forget how good it felt for him to be that unbelievably close.

He finally looked back at her and saw pure embarrassment all over her features. He knew Lydia which meant he knew she needed to get out of there before she realized some people had stared at them. Stiles had noticed after examining the honking car, that the people nearest to his jeep quickly turned back from the almost incident to look expectantly at him and his companion. Of course nothing could be done or almost done in Beacan Hills without an audience. He let out an exasperated sigh, running hit hands through his hair. He wanted ever so badly to tilt her head up and kiss the breathe out of her but he was not that guy. He wasn't smooth. Hell, he was the guy who froze the moment the girl of his dreams and his best friend was making a move on him, letting her heart fall to her sleeve.

"Let's get going," Stiles opened her door and helped her get in. Their hands stayed together for just a few more seconds and he sent her a reassuring smile.

By that point Lydia had definitely noticed all the prying eyes and was extremely grateful when he closed the door for her.

Hopping into the driver's seat, he kicked the jeep on and within minutes they were speeding down all the most familiar streets at the city's center.

"Where are we going?" Lydia hoped her voice didn't hold as much disappointment as she thought. It did.

Stiles glanced at her, she was staring out the window trying to hide her worry, "I was going to take you home."

"Why? Today's your house."

Stiles slowed down just a bit, "I just thought you'd be more comfortable at home."

"I actually kind of like your place better. It's a lot smaller and homier. Not as much empty space.." She started playing with her fingers.

Stiles glanced at her a few times before sighing and turning toward his neighborhood and not hers, "Are you sure?"

"Yes," Her head swerved toward him and Stiles saw raw gratitude reaching out through her eyes.

"Alrighty, then."

Two hours later they had finished all of his homework and were now half way through hers. Stiles stretched his legs across the couch, sighing in frustration with her complicated mathematics notes. Lydia chuckled from her spot leaned against the couch, just in front of him, and laid her head back to look at him upside down. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and proceeded to decode her notes. Lydia just kept on staring.

Stiles quickly gave in and playfully taped her forehead with the journal, "What?"

"You look so funny," Lydia smirked and took the notebook from him.

He glared down at her, "I do not."

"Okay. You looked confused," Lydia teased him.

Stiles flicked her head before slipping deeper into the couch and resting the crook of his neck on the side.

She decided to admire him in all of his lazy glory, not caring that his eyes were still open and he knew she was doing so. She just couldn't help herself.

He lifted her head gently and pulled all of her strawberry locks up on to the couch with him. He made sure she looked comfortable before he began playing with her curls. The more he tucked at her hair, he realized she was getting sleepy. And once he decided to try to braid her light curls, she quickly turned on to her side and let out a huge sigh. He knit his eyebrows together at her behavior and saw her trying to keep her eyes open.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Lydia focused her attention on his adorable little face, "We've got a movie to watch and it's only five. I'm too old for naps."

"Where was this ideal all summer?" He joked, trying to get some of her hair before she pulled it down and over the opposing shoulder.

Lydia chuckled, "That was like once."

"And in the jeep."

"So? It's practically our third home.." She felt her eyelids give way and she was finally about to give in when her words finally hit her.

Lydia shot her eyes wide open and glanced at her companions stunned face before turning back towards the coffee table.

He watched her nervously scratch her head and suddenly found a bit of courage, "You're right."

Stiles looked on with amusement, as she turned back towards him with a pensive expression, "I am?"

"Of course," He leaned up on his left arm, extending the other to rub his thumb across her smooth cheek.

Lydia sent him a tiny smile, "So what are we watching today?"

"Oh, we don't have to do that anymore. You're going to pass out anyways," He reassured her.

She shook her head with delight, "I meant what movie are you going to watch every second of and I'll get to use as background noise, dork."

"I was thinking something along the lines of Nightmare On Elm Street..." He clasped his hands together on top of his stomach.

Her grin practically sent shots of sunlight from it, "Do you have any idea how much I love those?!"

"Apparently not..." Stiles responded.

Lydia laughed, "At least this way I already know what's going to happen."

Stiles brushed over his face with both hands, "Alrighty then. Good thing I don't have to get up to start it. I recorded it last week."

"Oh, you sneaky dork."

He reached for the remote control on the side table next to him, "Alright, enough with the insults."

Lydia smiled innocently up at him, "I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings."

"Gosh, Lydia."

"Okay. Okay. I'm done." She held up her hands as a sign of surrender. The movie started to play and he basically threw the controller on to the floor, "Are you okay?"

He looked at her slightly confused until he saw the same expression in her face, "I'm just.. I don't know."

"Well," She got up from her spot on the floor and sat next to his laying form on the sofa, "When you do know.. I'm all ears."

Stiles smirked devilishly and reached for her actual ear, "Oh, are you now?"

"Stiles!" She squealed as she swatted his hand away, only causing him to change course and pull her down half way on top of him.

They laughed for a few minutes before she started to feel light-headed and rested her head on his surprisingly comfortable chest. Her hands were tugging at the bottom part of his shirt, enjoying the way he felt underneath. Her heart threatened to palpitate when she felt his cool hands wrap around her waist, not only that but they had somehow gotten underneath her t-shirt and were sending chills up her back. She could hear his breathing start to even out and knew one of them needed to move before she fell asleep on top of him.

"Lydia," Her heart clinched, "I'm sorry about today."

That was not what she had expected. She had expected them to go on pretending that she hadn't totally tried to make out with him in the middle of a very busy parking lot full of stingy bystanders that all knew who they were, "What?"

Stiles watched her carefully as her angelic features came back into his view, "I'm sorry."

"You don't need to be," She left herself get light-headed as they began to share the same air. She could tell he was, too.

He ran a hand up her spine and stopped in the direct middle of her back, "But I am."

"Alright," He heard her voice break, once he started to make circles with his thumb, on her spine.

Lydia felt like an idiot for letting him get to her like he had been but the way his cool hands felt right then.. she couldn't think straight.

Before she did anything truly idiotic she spoke, "Are we already that far into the movie?"

They both turned to look at the exact middle point of the movie. Stiles was about to turn back to her and tell her that he definitely couldn't hold all of his feelings for her in any longer when he felt something fall to his chest. Lydia had laid back down on him, her eyes on the screen and about to drift closed. She felt bad for ruining the heartfelt moment but she really was tired and couldn't help but take advantage of their current arrangement.

Stiles pulled the blanket down from the back of the sofa and wrapped it tightly around her before returning to his original position, "Sweet Dreams, Lydia."

Her heart beat had steadied and her eyes were enclosed in compete black, about to slip into the land of dreams. But before she could completely fall in, she felt the slightest pressure on the top of her head and heard a content sigh come from right above her.

If kissing an extremely tired Lydia Martin on the head while holding her tight on top of him was all he was going to get that day, or even that week, Stiles knew he could handle it. He knew he was in his own kind of dream. Only his was already coming true. ϟ