"Lydia, do you not understand what I'm saying? Someone might die. What happened last night I've seen before."

"How?"

"A girl named Meradith, she helped me stop a deadpool. Well she was the one who started it...the point is she helped prevent alot of death."

"And she was like me?" Lydia spoke doubtebly.

"Yes...well, no. She was sort of insane...but I swear everything happening to you happened to her." Stiles couldn't stop himself from moving his hands while he spoke.

"That sounds so...wrong." She retorted.

"Lydia, I know what I'm talking about."

"No you don't. I have PTSD." She was a bit louder now.

"You...huh?"

"Yes, okay. Ever since Allis..." Lydia went blank leaving Stiles confused. Her eyes were wide but her mouth was shut and she stared into blank space.

"Lyd...Lydia? Hey, you okay? Lydia." He snapped his fingers and she blinked at him.

"What?"

"What, what?"

"What?"

"Who's Alli..."

"Don't!...Say that name." She yelled the first part before getting quiter. "Please never say that name?"

"Oh sorry." He lowered his head and cursed himself in his mind. "Who is that though?"

"She...was my dog." She pursed her lips.

"What happened to her?" Lydia didn't speak she just got that stare again. "Uhh, I'm sorry. It was a stupid question." He hesitantly reached for the door. "I uh...I'm sorry." He said facing away from her and left the room.

"Scott, I think I ruined everything between us."

"Why do you think that?"

"I asked about her dog and she just stopped talking, completely."

"Her dog?"

"Yes her dog, Allisa."

"Wha...Stiles, she never had a dog named Allisa."

"Of course she did."

"No, she didn't Stiles. Her dog's name wahs Prada." Stiles was stooped. He didn't know what to think right now. Lydia had lied to him and even worse, Scott knew more about her than he did.

"How do you know that?"

"Kira told me."

"Shit, what did I do wrong?"

"What?"

"She lied to my face, that means she's not interested anymore...doesn't it?"

"No, maybe she was confused."

"She looked directly at me when she said it."

"Oh."

"Oh?" Stiles started moving his hands more than his lips. "I might die alone and all you can say is 'oh'?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"I don't know tell me I'm overreacting and it's probably just nothing."

"You want me to lie?"

"Yes, lie to me. Lie your ass off."

"Okay, calm down. You're overreacting and it's probably nothing." He spoke awkwardly.

"I'm not convinced. I can't take this."

"What?"

"Not knowing. It's not a very good feeling."

"Well, let's find out." Scot pulled out his phone.

"Wait what're you doing?" He watched Scott start up a phone call. He spotted Kira's name on the screen. "Scott."

"Hey, babe. Are you busy?"

"Lydia and I are just about to get lunch." She spoke through the phone.

"Can you two meet Stiles and I. We're at the Taco place near the school."

"Yeah, of course."

"Is Lydia with her?" Stiles asked.

"Yea." He put his phone away. "They're gonna meet us here for lunch."

"Lydia, change of plans. We're meeting the guys at the Taco place."

"I thought we were getting froyo."

"I know but can't we get froyo later? We never all hang out anymore."

"I kinda wanted to talk to you though."

"We can talk later right?"

"Yeah, alright." Lydia sighed.

"What am I even supposed to say to her?"

"I don't know, ask how her day was."

"What, that's something you ask a nagging wife."

"Lydia's not your nagging wife."

"Don't you think I know that?"

"Well, I don't know. But you better think of something quick because they're here." He nodded to the girls walking past the window.

"Shit, uhh. Shit I can't think of anything."

"What?"

"Scott you've gotta help me." Scott grabbed Stiles forarm and squez it, making Stiles scream in pain. "What the fuck?" Stiles yelled as Scott let go.

"Think about that. Now come on they're coming in." Scott stood up followed by Stiles. Scott moved to the otherside of the booth but waited to sit down.

The girls walked over and Kira gave Scott a kiss making Stiles look away. He turned his attention to Lydia who was looking gorgeous. She was wearing dark blue jeans, a black t-shirt, a grey pea coat, and black flats. She wore pink lip gloss and her fierce main of fire cascaded around her shoulders. "Hi!" She leaned in and to his surprise kissed him. He looked over at Scott and Kira who were just as shocked as he was. Releasing she looked around noticing the shock in the room.

Stiles whinced at the pain shooting through his forarm and looked down at it. He saw Lydia's hands holding onto it. Trying to take his mind off of the pain he stepped back and gestured for Lydia to take a seat in the booth. "Malady." He said making Scott almost choke on a laugh. Lydia gave Scott a retorting smirk as she worked her way across the seat.

"Do you want anything?" Stiles looked at Lydia.

"Yea, uhm. A tamali please."

"Okay, Scott." He looked to his friend.

"Uhm, yeah, I'll take..."

"Nooo, come with me."

"Huuhhh." Scott sighed before turning to Kira. "Anything, Babe?"

"Yes I,ve been dying for a quesadilla (I hope I spelled that right)."

"Okay." The two guys walked to the counter.

"Dude, she kissed me!" He whispered.

"What's the big deal, don't you guys kiss all the time?"

"Yea, but never in front of people. Only in her room or mine, when you guys aren't home."

"Well, that's good then, right?"

"I don't really know."

"Can I help you?" The cashier finaly spoke.

"Yea, we need a tamali, a what kind, Scott?"

"Chicken."

"Chicken quesadilla, I'll take a burrito."

"Beef or Steak?"

"Beef. And you, Scott?"

"A burrito but I want as much meat as you can fit into it, all sorts of meat."

"Will that be all?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Okay, I'll let you know when your food's ready."

"Thanks." They started back. Stiles punched Scott's arm with as much strength as he could summon.

"Ow, why?" Scott looked at him.

"For nearly breaking my arm earlier. I almost cried when Lydia touched it."

"Sorry, easy to forget how strong I am sometimes."

The girls were deep in convorsation but not too deep. They stopped talking when they noticed the guys coming back. They just looked at them and put on smiles.

"Why are you smiling so hard?" Stiles asked Kira.

"No reason." Her smile disapeared.

"Hey, I happen to love her smile." Scott defended her making her smile again. He leaned in and kissed her as he smoothly slid onto the seat.

"Hey." Stiles fell onto the seat next to Lydia.

"Hey." She smiled.

He wanted to ask her about the kiss and about them but he was afraid it'd ruin the moment.

Scott and Kira were in a full blown make-out session by now.

"They're really goin' at it, huh."

"What's wrong, getting jealous?" Kira teased.

"Nope, not even remotely."

"Aww, you sure Stiles." Lydia leaned against him. "Sure, you wouldn't rather be home, alone, just me and you." She was whispering now and running a hand along his leg.

Stiles grimaced trying to endure the sexual tension Lydia was using to try and break him. "Nope, I'm... absolutely, one hundred percent... happy right here." He sounded like he was constipated.

Scott and Kira looked at Lydia and the three of them burst into laughter.

"Oh, screw all of you."

"I'm sorry It's just so fun to see you in pain." Scott choked out.

"That's just not right." Stiles looked at Lydia.

"Oh, I'm sorry." She kissed his cheek but he pulled away.

"Ahh, whatever." He stood up. "I'm going to the bathroom."

When Stiles came back the food was already there. He retook his seat next to Lydia. Everyone else had started eating. Stiles took a huge bite from his burrito.

"Eww, Stiles. Can't you eat civilized?" Lydia smacked his arm.

"I haven't eaten anything today, so... no I can't." He took another bite and had a peice of lettuce hanging from his lip, which he slurped up.

"Stiles!" Lydia almost yelled.

"Mmm." Kira's eyes got wide as she swallowed the food she was chewing. "What's up with that? Your name I mean."

"Hmm?" He swallowed too.

"How'd you get that name?"

"Oh, it's not my real name."

"What is your real name then?"

"The only way you'd get that from me is if I was beyond wasted. Anyway, when I was three, I never frowned. I used to believe it when my mom said your face can get stuck like that. So I always tried to keep a smile. And when she asked why I said 'If my face gets stuck I want it to be stuck like this.'. After that my mom and dad started calling me Sir-smiles-alot." They all laughed in delight at the story. "When I turned eight my mom started taking me shopping with her so I could pick my own clothes. Everything she picked up I'd make her put back down, simply saying it wasn't my style. That's when they started calling me Sir-styles-alot. And then I turned thirteen and needed a nickname because everyone I knew had one. I told my dad that the nickname was too long and it had to be shortened and so the name Stiles was born." He smiled.

"Wait. Sir-smiles..." Scott furrowed his eye brows. "Stiles, we've met before."

"Yea, in August."

"No, when we were six. I didn't realise it was you because you changed names. Your mom and dad called you Smiles when we met."

"Huh?"

"You don't remember? Our dads used to be friends, they graduated the police academy together. We met at the cerimonial picnic."

"You were... the sandbox kid?" Stiles got loud with enthusiasm.

"Yeah!" Scott did the same.

"Snott!" They stood up and hugged each other.

"Ehem. You two want to explain what's going on?" Lydia folded her arms.

"When we were six. Our dads graduated the police academy together and..." Stiles was cut off by Lydia.

"You met at the picnic we know. Just fill in the blanks."

"Scott was in a sandbox and a kid like three sizes bigger than him threw sand in his hair."

"Yeah, then Stiles came over and helped my get the sand out of my hair. Then I asked who he was and you said."

"I'm Smiles, the junior sheriff and I'm here to help."

"Then you asked what happened. And I said that big kid put sand in my hair."

"And I said wait her while I dispense justice."

"You knew words like that at six?" Kira was shocked.

"Yeah, didn't everyone?"

"No."

"I did." Lydia looked around.

"Of course you did." Kira teased.

"Anyway. Stiles walks over to the kid and goes, 'why'd you hurt my friend?'."

"Then the kid punched me."

"Noo." Lydia was shocked.

"Yea, square in the nose. So I'm laying on the ground when all of a sudden I hear screaming. Just as I look up Scott tackles the kid and starts pounding on him. By the time I make it to my feet Scott's the one being pounded on."

"So Stiles yells 'Hey!' and the kid gets up off of me and I sit up. Next thing you know Stiles' foot is planted right between the kids thighs."

"And his scream was the most high-pitched yelp I've ever heard. So in the end Scott and I both have bloody noses and the kid had to be carried away by his dad." They all laugh.

"But what about 'snott'? That's what you called Scott earlier." Kira asked.

"Oh afterwards we went back to the sandbox to build a castle when Scott holds out his hand and says 'Hi, I'm Scott'. And then I shake his hand and say 'Hi, I'm Smiles'. Then he laughs at my name so hard he couldn't feel the sneeze creeping up and then boom. He sneezed and then theres a huge snot bubble on his nose."

"Ewww." They all laughed.

"He called me snott for the rest of the day."

"We never saw each other again after that." Every smile at the table disapeared and no one talked for a few seconds. "So what about you two? How'd the dinamic duo come to be?"

"Oh, well actually there used to be three of us." Kira answered and Lydia's frown deepend.

"What happened? She got popular and left the group?" Scott joked.

"No actually that was Lydia." Stiles looked down at Lydia in disbelief.

"Whaat? I was young, It was a phase, and if it's any consulation, that was the biggest mistake of my life."

"Well, it was pretty stupid of you." Kira flashed an unapoligetic smile.

"So, what about the third amigo?" Stiles finally turned his attention from Lydia.

"Oh yea, her name was Allison."

Stiles looked down at Lydia with wide eyes but didn't say anything. Kira continued to talk paying no mind to the fact that Lydia was calling her name.

"The three of us were headed to the mall when two men with a knife had tried to steal her car."

Lydia was still saying her name but louder now and she still didn't care.

"Allison was really good at fighting and she had her own crossbow that she kept in the car. She shot one guy but then..."

"Kira!" Lydia finally got her attention, along with everyone in the resturaunt. Lydia closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Please, stop." She sounded out of breath.

Everyone in the resturaunt went back to their own meals and everyone at the table sat in silence. Lydia could feel everyone looking at her, even with her eyes closed. She felt a hot tear prying to escape and then she couldn't take anymore. She stood up saying, "Excuse me Stiles.". Stiles stood up and stepped out of the booth.

"Hey, what's wrong? Where, ya going?"

She didn't speak, she just kept her head down and walked past him and for the door. Stiles looked down at Scott and Kira. Kira attempted to go after her but Scott grabbed her arm.

"Let Stiles." Kira looked at Scott with a questionable face. "They both need it, trust me I know." Stiles looked at Scott with the same face as Kira. "Just go."

Stiles paid for his and Lydia's meals and ran out the door but didn't see Lydia. He looked everyway and still couldn't spot her. It was raining by now and he was getting soaked. Climbing into his Jeep he pulled out his keys and started it up. He pulled off speeding towards home. He tried calling her numerouse times but got no answer. He slammed on the brakes when he spotted her walking and clinching onto herself for warmth. He pulled up next to her and opened the passenger door.

"Lydia, got inside." She didn't look at him or speak to him just continued to walk. "Lydia, come on it's freezing out there. What happened back there? Lydia!" She didn't talk or look.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and climbed out, putting the Jeep in park.

"What are you doing?" She sniffled.

Without talking we walked over and hugged her. She welcomed his warmth and deepend their hold on each other. Stiles pulled apart and spotted a tear amoungst raindrops crawling down her face, and with a swipe of the thumb he banished the teardrop from her cheek.

"What happened back there?"

"I... I can't talk about it." She sniffled again.

"Why not?"

"Because, she's my best friend and now she's gone and I don't know how to deal with it. After three years I still don't know how to deal with it."

"Well, you don't deal with it by shutting everyone out. You deal with it by letting people in."

"No, becuase if I let people in... I'll be the one left scarred all over again. I have too many unhealed wounds, and no place for another."

"We all have a past, Lydia."

"Not like mine, you could never understand... what it's like to wake up knowing you can't see someone's face, going to sleep wondering how differently the day would've went if that person were here..."

"Lydia, my mom died." She stopped talking mid-word, her mouth still ajar. She just stared at him with wide eyes. "She died when I was eight. Everything you've been through I have too, plus panic attacks."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because, I felt the way you feel. Like no one understands and nothing can ever help. But, I got help and got through most of it."

"Most?"

"I still have... some issues."

"Like what?"

"Nothing, it's... nothing."

"Stiles, tell me."

"How about this? We get out of this rain, go home and get warm, then we can tell each other everything." Instead of speaking Lydia just nodded.

Stiles helped her to the Jeep that still sat parked in the middle of the street with the doors open. His interior was a little wet but they could barely tell. Stiles called Scott after getting in.

"Hey, did you find her?"

"Yeah we're headed home."

"Okay, good. We'll meet you there."

Stiles hung up and looked over at Lydia who was leaning her head against the window. Her eyes were closed and he thought she was asleep until she started to search for his hand. Finally finding it she let out a breath that she didn't know she was holding.

When they made it home Stiles helped her inside and toward the couch but she stopped him.

"I need to get upstairs to change clothes." He let her go and watched her walk toward the kitchen until she stopped and turned around. "You too." She said.

He helped her upstairs and they split apart at their rooms. Stiles went into his room and changed into his pajama pants and a random t-shirt from his closet. Returning to the hall he knocked on Lydia's bedroom door.

"Yes?" She called.

"I'll uh... I'll be downstairs when you're ready to talk. Okay?"

"Hey can we talk in here?" She poked her head out the door.

Stiles could barely recognize her. She looked like a trainwreck. He didn't seem to be phased by it though.

"Uh, yeah sure."

"I'll... let you know when."

"Okay... well uhm. Like I said I'll be downstairs"

"Okay." She closed the door and went to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror she didn't recognize herself either. She had mascara running down her cheeks. Her hair was a tangled mess and all over the place. Her face looked tired and restless. She grabbed a makeup wipe and cleaned and wiped and combed and brushed until she could tell who the person in the mirror was.

"He found her, he's taking her home."

"Oh, good."

"Why do you think she was so upset?"

"I think she still hasn't gotten over Allison's death."

"And what about you?"

"I'm okay... I guess. Losing Allison was hard on me too but I geuss I just cope better than Lydia can. So yea, I'm fine."

"Oh. Hey I actually dated a girl named Allison."

"Yeah? How'd that go?"

"It was great, She, was great. The only girl I ever loved as much as I love... you." Scott realised he'd never told her he loved her.

"You... love me?" She was already excited.

"Well, yeah. Of course I do." She attacked him with a romanceful kiss.

"Did... did you ever tell Allison that?"

"I uh... I was going to." He stopped and frowned. "The day she died. I was goin to meet her at her house at nine but..."

"I'm so sorry."

"I got to say it at her funeral. Well, actually her dad was a werewolf hunter and we hid our relationship from him so I hid and said it after everyone else left."

"Her dad?" Kira's stomach started to twist. "Is... is her last name... Argent?"

"Yea as a matter of fa... We're talking about the same Allison aren't we?"

Kira didn't speak, instead she nodded.

After a while of silence she finally spoke.

"I have to pee." He looked at her in surprise but moved out of the booth for her to proceed to the bathroom. "Should we head home?" She asked in her return.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah let's go." He drove them home on his dirtbike, neither of them speaking.

Stiles almost fell asleep waiting for Lydia to call him.

"Stiles." She finally called.

He ran up the stairs to find her standing in her doorway. Her hair was pulled into a perfect bun. She was wearing a small white t-shirt and some tight red panties. Stiles almost fainted at the sight.

"You're so beautiful right now."

"Thank you. Would you like to come in?" She gestured.

"Well thank you ma'am." He tried and failed a southern accent.

Instead of talking they started kissing and moved to the bed finishing a disastrous night with a little fun.

A/N: Things are gonna change from here.