It was the weekend after Lydia had almost, nearly, totally kissed Stiles in the school parking lot. And now Lydia was throwing half of her closet on to the floor, trying to find the best outfit. It was Sunday afternoon and her nerves would not calm themselves. She looked at the same purple long-sleeve for the fifth time before huffing rather loudly and plopping on to her bed.

"Sweetie? What's wrong?" Her mother heard all the commotion and came to check up on Lydia.

Lydia sighed dramatically, "I can't find anything to wear."

Her mother chuckled and took a few more steps into the room, "What do you mean?"

"Nothings good enough."

"Good enough for what, honey?"

Lydia let a brief slide show of memories with Stiles race through her mind. From sophomore year and the winter formal to their last study session on Friday. Lydia let a soft smile play on to her lips without even realizing it.

"Oh. This is about a boy, isn't it?" Her mother dug her hands into her front jean pockets and looked expectantly at Lydia.

The younger Martin woman turned her head to look at the one standing, "Is it that obvious?"

"A bit. Why don't we go look in the closet one more time?" Her mother pulled her up and lead her to the walk-in closets door frame, "Now look at whats left on the racks."

There were only a few things left that Lydia couldn't stand to throw on the floor, even in her state of anxiety. One was the dress she had gotten a few weeks before when she and Stiles danced on his car. She let out a laugh, messing with the hem. Next was a few pairs of pants, two of them were black and the other had a black leather-like back while the front had a pinkish white color and vertical, black stripes. She threw them over her arm and proceeded surveying her choices. All that was left were a few single colored, shirts without anything on them. They had normal t-shirt sleeves and a bit lower neckline than any usual shirt. She decided to grab the navy blue one and turned back to her mother.

"How did you know?" Lydia spoke while picking up a pair of pointed hot pink heels.

Her mother just shrugged, "I know my daughter."

Lydia laughed and walked back out into her room to do her makeup. Her mother came up behind her and started playing with her hair before deciding to curl it for her.

"Thank you," Lydia smiled up at her mother with vibrantly pink lips and simple eyeliner.

"You're very welcome. But you've got to tell me something first," Her mother bargained, "Who is this boy? Is it that one you've neglected to tell me about?"

"You've actually met him," Lydia explained, "And he's the one I've spent more time with lately."

"Well? Do I like him?"

"You definitely should," Lydia chuckled, "He's a great guy and is almost as smart as I am."

"He sounds like a great young man."

"It's uh," Lydia stuttered, shocked this moment was truly happening, "Stiles. Sheriff Stilenski's son."

"Oh, Stiles. I remember him," Her mother moved towards the door, "He's the only boy to great me with a hand shake, and the only boy to leave almost as quickly as he came."

Lydia's cheeks turned red, "You really don't want to know why."

"Alright. You better get dressed," And with that her mother left the room.

Lydia smiled absent-mindedly while slipping on her surprisingly perfect outfit for ice skating.

Her phone buzzed.

Stiles (:

I'm here.

She nervously pulled at her hair in front of the mirror. He's seen her at her worst, why was she trying so hard?

It took her a few minutes to leave but once she was outside she was glad to have chosen pants instead of a dress. It was rather cold out and she could tell he had planned for the weather. He wore a long-sleeved shirt and some dark skinny jeans. His spiky hair was covered by a dark grey beanie; it hung off of his head perfectly.

"You look great," Stiles complimented even though he didn't need to. They never said this was a date. Just ice skating.

Lydia pulled some hair behind her ear, "Thanks."

"Here," He quickly went to open her door before she could, a dorky smile on his face.

"Thanks," She felt a bit awkward, which was utterly new for Lydia and she believed it had everything to do with this nerd helping her into his jeep.

Stiles got back into the driver's seat and got them to the rink in record time. She sat messing with the end of her shirt, constantly staring out her window with a pensive look painted on her face. Stiles kept glancing over at her, wondering what had her so quiet. His hands were starting to sweat and he was honestly starting to contemplate the meaning of this ice skating adventure.

He proceeded to open her door again, even though she didn't need him too. Then, instead of grabbing her hand, he held on to her waist and hoisted her down and out of the jeep. Lydia breathed out a thank you before occupying herself with flattening out her shirt. He started to walk in before turning around to grab her hand, then continued on.

Lydia was flabbergasted but held on to his larger hand with ease. Realizing they fit perfectly together; two pieces of one uniquely beautiful puzzle.

"Okay. I'm just going to put this out there," She finally found her old confidence once they had sat down to put on their skates. Neither of them had spoken, really, the entire time.

"Put what out where?" His eyebrows knit together, he glanced at her. Stiles felt weaker than usual when it took him longer to pull his skates on.

Lydia finished tying her laces up and sat back with a sigh, "Is this a date?"

He dropped his foot with a thud and didn't realize his mouth did the same.

Lydia took that as a no and stood up. She started walking down the bleachers, leaving him to fall deeper into the hole he was digging himself.

"Lydia!" Stiles ran after her and that caused her to look back at him with her best poker face.

He stopped a few feet away from her, "Yes?"

Stiles let out a shaky breath, "Do you want it to be?"

Lydia let her guard down; eyes widening. Her mouth hung open and every one of her emotions could be seen throughout her features.

"Do you?" Stiles might be an expert on Lydia Martin but she continued to surprise him. He wasn't sure if he should try to read her expression.

She closed her mouth to gulp, her nerves at their peak, "D- do I want this to be a date?"

"Yeah?"

Lydia glanced at the floor between them and quickly back up at him, "It feels like one."

He chuckled, trying to let off some steam, "That didn't answer my question."

"You never answered mine."

Stiles ran a hand through his hair, trying to make a frustrated huff into a laugh, "Lydia."

Pulling her lips in on each other, she turned away with aggravation, "Stiles. I've wanted any and everything to be a date for months!"

"What?" He literally gasped, making her look back at him with the most vulnerable of looks.

"Yes. I want this to be a freaking date, Stiles."

"Why didn't you say anything?" He took a step closer to her.

Lydia fake laughed, "Why didn't you talk to me for seven years?"

"Lydia. That is different, you didn't know who I was at all."

"You could have reminded me!"

Stiles rubbed his neck, "Lydia. Please."

"I just, after everything that's happened.. we could have been through all of this already. Hell, maybe I wouldn't have been in so many stupid, abuse and downright wrong relationships. But nope. You never talked to me," Lydia started to shake.

He reached for her, his hands resting on her shoulders, "Lydia Martin, I tried and I did. This is a whole different thing. You know how I feel about you."

"Do I? So much could have changed, Stiles," He felt her hands shake as she pressed them against his chest, "You got to know me, like for real, and could have decided you didn't like me. You could have found someone else-"

"Stop talking like that! There never has been anyone else, Lydia. It will always be you. You were there when I was down, when I honestly didn't know what to do with my life. You have cared more than any other person in the world and you always seem to think about me first. Lydia Martin, don't you dare talk about yourself like you couldn't stick it to any other girl out there. Stop trying to make me go away," Stiles couldn't breath at this point. He was too exhausted. She needed to know her place in his heart had only grown.

"Stiles.." Lydia could feel her blood getting hotter, "What are we doing?"

They both chuckled, releasing some tension, "Arguing about if we're on a date or not."

"Who does that?" She laughed, closing her eyes briefly to gain some perspective.

"Idiots," Stiles pulled her head up by her chin and their eyes bore into each others.

Lydia giggled and hit his chest playfully, "We really need to stop this."

"Arguing?"

"Yeah," She swiftly pulled away and dragged him into the rink by his hand. They had never held on to each other tighter.

Lydia gently guided him around the rink and they felt like they were in their own world, "This is nice."

"Yeah," Stiles replied right when she let go and sped away. He watching in awe while she spun and spun and spun.

He caught up to her as she began to stop and finished for her by clutching her shoulders, "Whoa, there. You okay?"

"You have no idea," Lydia spoke as the environment around them stopped spinning itself. She slowly drifted her hands up his torso.

Stiles knew he couldn't freeze up this time and did what he ever so badly wanted to. His hands slid up and caressed her face gently.

Lydia sent him a smile reflecting contentment before pulling him closer by his shirt. Just before their lips met, she saw his expression turn into utter beauty with more passion than she'd ever seen before.

His lips were cool and smooth. He had experience in this field but Lydia could tell their moment was sending his eight year old self into shock. She smiled into his lips and they moved in sync. Stiles held on to her face with such devotion, she thought the moment would never end. But they quickly realized they needed air and pulled away at the same time; chuckling. They began breathing in the same air, smiling like the big dorks they were and always would be.

"I-" Stiles started.

"I know." She replied, knowing what he was going to say.

"So we just-"

"Yeah."

"And you just.."

"And you just did too," Lydia laughed and reached her hands around his neck, letting his shirt unwrinkle.

Stiles rested his hands on her waist, letting out a joyful sigh, "Just let me process that."

"Take all the time you need."

A comfortable pause. Both of their eyes closed and she put her forehead against his.

"Lydia?"

"Stiles?"

"I really like you."

"I really, really like you."

"Are you sure?"

Lydia opened her eyes to realize his were already staring down at her, "As positive as I would be saying 'yes' to the Doctor."

"Wow, you are such a dork," Stiles grinned from ear to ear, pulling her closer.

Lydia smirked, "Well, I guess your stuck with this dork."

"Awesome." ϟ