"Stiles!"

I sat up from my bed and crossed the room to the bathroom door. It had been about 20 minutes since Lydia entered the shower, and I started getting worried. But then again it takes the average female 15 minutes while it only takes a male 6 in the shower. Statistically speaking, she should be fine.

"What? Are you alright?" I asked Lydia anyways, who by now would be plenty clean and fairly naked.

"I thought you said there were towels in here!" She sounded a little irritated.

I furrowed my brows. I swore I had seen a couple towels in there earlier.

"Did you check everywhere? Are you sure there aren't any?"

"Stiles, I'm some sort of supernatural being, not blind. Trust me, I don't see any in here." She sounded kind of annoyed. I could only picture the blank and unamused expression across her face, which made me smile.

"I'll go check the front desk for extras. Don't, um, move." I told her while sprinting out the door and into the warm Californian air.

As I approached the front desk I noticed a lot about this shabby little motel. The neon sign at the front of the parking lot blinked the words "Motel California," with the "e" completely missing. Right below said "no vacancy" in bright red letters. But after looking around, only our bus and 2 other cars were parked in the lot. There was no way the whole motel could have been vacated, no way in hell.

The lady at the front desk halted my thoughts. "How may I help you young man?"

I'm usually not one to judge, but she was freaky. Not just a little off or different, but this old women was down right horror movie material.

"Do you happen to have any extra towels?" I asked, trying not to meet her eyes.

"No, sir, we're fresh out."

That's when suspicion hit me. I mean I know it's not much evidence to go by, but my mind started racing 100 miles per hour. What kind of clearly vacant motel runs out of towels?

"Thanks anyways." I said slowly, trying to read the expression on the lady's face. She just smiled and walked back into the room behind the counter. The second she was gone I made a break for it.

I ran inside the room and stopped, grabbing my side and huffing and puffing.

"Lydia, I-" I stopped short when a blur of black leather came flying at me. I flinched and ducked as the book hit the window behind me.

Ready to scream and shout a bunch of incoherent words, I looked up at a beautiful, buck naked Lydia. My eyes slowly scanned her entire body, starting from her toes. I traced each curve with my pupils, and I wasn't until I looked up at her face that I realized my mouth had been a little opened. She looked scared..terrified even. I quickly averted my eyes to something else in the room.

"Lydia, what do you think-"

"Stiles, thank god it's you! I thought I- so I got the-"

I raised my pointer finger in the air to stop her talking and handed her a grey t-shirt of mine. When the coast was clear I looked back over to her and told her to continue. I really hoped she didn't take it as an insult. I thought it would just be beneficial for her to not experience the appearance of Stiles Jr.

She unexpectedly ran over and hugged me. Her body fit so perfectly into mine, I didn't want to ever let go. It was almost like a movie moment, almost.

"I heard screaming so I ran out of the shower and grabbed the closet thing I could." She looked into both my eyes. We were so close it was like I was inhaling her breath right out of her lungs. "I seriously thought I was in danger."

I picked up the book and looked at the cover, "I'm not quite sure, but I think using the holy bible to beat someone up is a straight shot to hell."

I let myself smile at my witty joke. Her face was kept stern as she slid onto the corner of the bed.

"Stiles, I think we're more than half way there."

A/N: Hey guys so I thought I'd write again before I go camping for a couple days! I hope you enjoyed it :) I tried adding in more of the stuff that actually happened in the episode, so let me know whatcha think!

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xOXo Julia