Stiles sat at the edge of his bed, his hands gripping his cheeks. He had gotten enough advice from Derek and his Dad, but still he didn't know what to do. He looked at his phone, still no calls or texts from Jackson. That made his plans a little easier, talk to Lydia first, as Jackson was in no place to talk to right now.

It was the right thing to do, to be honest, and let Lydia know what had been happening the past few days. He had loved her forever, and now it almost felt like he was letting himself free from her. He would always have Lydia in his heart, to protect her and be there for her, and to always love her.

It was still early in the night, and Stiles being Stiles, knew the visiting hours at the hospital. He told his Dad he was popping over to Scott's for a while, and jumped in his jeep.

Walking up to Lydia's room, Stiles felt like he was taking a huge step in his love life. He was nervous as hell, but that was becoming the norm. Lydia was sitting up right in bed and saw Stiles, and waved him to come in.

"Stiles," Lydia, said.

Stiles smiled and sat down next to Lydia's bed, "How are you feeling?"

"Much better, the drugs that they give me are working great," Lydia said, with a lovely, drug affected smile.

"That's great. Lydia, I wanted to talk about what you said," Stiles, said clearing his throat, ready for the honesty.

"You'll have have to jog my memory, it's all this medication."

"About you and me, and…" Stiles began to say, before Lydia interupted him.

"Oh, what I was talking about at the formal? You are such a great friend Stiles, and I really mean it. Mom was saying that you've been here to see me every day, and I'm so gratful for that," Lydia said, sincerely.

She doesn't even remember. She doesn't remember confessing her love to me.

Stiles sat in silence for a moment, deciding what to say next. He felt that he could correct her, but that would just hurt everyone involved. Stiles slightly smirked, before replying.

"Ah, yeah. No worries, Lydia. You are a great friend too. Was it, uh, weird going to the formal with me and not Jackson?"

"Oh, don't get me started on Jackson. I mean I love him, and always will, but I am done putting up with his shit."

That was like a blessing in disguise for Stiles, I will happily put up with his shit.

Lydia started to yawn, wanting to keep talking to Stiles, but overcome with the tiredness that sickness brings.

"I'm glad that you are getting better Lydia. I better let you rest. I'll come see you tomorrow." Stiles said, almost wanting to jump out of his seat and run to his jeep.

"Come here," Lydia said and wiggled her finger towards herself.

Gently, Lydia gave Stiles a peck on the cheek, "Thank you Stiles."

Past Stiles would have totally fallen for that, in all the wrong ways. But Stiles, now, took as a sweet gestrue of their friendship. Stiles smiled thankfully at Lydia, and let her rest.

Stiles sat in his jeep for a while, contemplating his next moves. He felt strange, as if he should be upset that Lydia didn't remember anything. Yet instead, he felt elated, knowing that he could be with Jackson with no repercussions.

Though Jackson was still being Jackson, and didn't want anything to do with Stiles. There was no way Jackson would want to talk to or meet Stiles. Stiles hit the steering wheel, he had a great idea.

"Oh, come on Danny, do it for me!," Stiles said, still trying to convince him over the phone.

"I don't want to lie to Jackson. What if he gets pissed when he realises its you there instead of me?"

"Do you believe in love Danny?"

"Stiles…"

"Do you?

"Yes but…"

"Great. Then all you have to do is listen to your heart. And then text Jackson and ask him to meet you at the lacrosse field in an hour. Easy," Stiles said, without more than a breath.

"Fine. Just tell him I had nothing to do with this stupid plan of yours," Danny replied, defeated.

"It's not a stupid plan, it's an amazing plan."

Stiles sped home, and got some supplies from the garage and his lacrosse gear from the bottom of the laundry basket. He told his Dad that he was spending the night at Scott's, and just needed to come back and grab some pajamas. If Stiles' master plan all went well, he wouldn't even be needing pajamas.

At the lacrosse field, Stiles roped some fairy lights around the netting of the goal. He did think for one second that he may come across cheesy, but his gut told him it looked ridiciously romantic.

He got into his lacrosse gear, making sure he turned his jersey inside out, so Jackson wouldn't know it was him. He put the goalie helmet on, held his lacrosse stick, and waited. All the momentum and adrenaline Stiles had used in the past hour had stopped him from thinking about the actual moment. And what to actually say to Jackson. Before he could even start to panic, Jackson arrived.

"Danny, what are you doing? Why did you wanna play at 10 at night, and what's with the lights?" Jackson said, as soon as he stepped on to the field. He looked exhausted in his lacrosse gear, like he hadnt slept in days.

Stiles, playing Danny, chose not to say anything, and tossed the ball straight towards Jackson. With Jackson's skills he was able to catch it without so much as a warning. Jackson looked confused as to what Danny was trying to do, but the love of lacrosse surpassed that, and Jackson went along with it.

Stiles stood at the goal end, prompting Jackson to try and score a goal. Stiles didn't feel that confident in this goalie skills, so moved on with his plan. Catching Jackson off guard, Stiles started to run towards Jackson, as to work on his defence skills. Jackson responded to this by faking a right, and turning left, passing Stiles easily. Leaving the goals open, Jackson scored a goal.

"Bad move Danny, you'll just have to think of something better," Jackson said, with a cheeky grin.

That grin made Stiles melt, and more determined as ever. He stood his ground, and prompted for Jackson to begin play again. Instead of running towards him, Stiles waited for Jackson to give in and charge him. All those times watching the game on the bench had taught Stiles a couple of things of how Jackson plays. And he had just remembered, Jackson always fakes right. Knowing this, Stiles set himself up again like he was oblivious to the fact, and let Jackson run confidently towards him.

As Jackson did his classic move, Stiles veered towards the left, and crashed heavily into Jackson, stunning both Jackson, and himself as to how strong he could be in the right situation.

Both of them fell to the ground, Stiles practically on top of Jackson. Before Jackson could say anything, and think how weird his good friend Danny was acting, Stiles took off the goalie helmet and through it to the side.

Jackson didn't even look surprised, he just grinned and slightly shook his head.

Stiles was the one who looked surprised, "What are you smiling for?"

"You didn't think I was that stupid did you? I knew it was you as soon as I got here, I saw your jeep," Jackson said with a grin.

"Oh yeah. Probably should have parked my jeep somewhere else. But if you knew it was me why didn't you drive away?"

Still practically on top of each other, Jackson smiled sweetly, "You're an idiot."

Before Stiles could reteliate, Jackson lunged up and kissed Stiles. He grabbed Stiles' neck and kissed him like he never had before.

Before Stiles got too into the kiss, he managed to pull away and was left sitting on top of Jackson.

"What?" Jackson asked, growing confused.

"I went and spoke to Lydia…" Stiles started, and noticed Jackson's face change into jealously again.

Stiles continued with a grin, "Nothing is ever going to happen with her, and that's on my terms. There is someone else I'd rather be with."

Jackson sat up and placed his elbows on the ground for support. "Oh yeah, who?"

Stiles pushed Jackson down back onto the ground, "If you don't know, then I don't want to do this with you." Stiles laughed and went in for a passionate kiss, before pulling back once again, making Jackson grow more impatient.

"What is the security around here like?" Stiles asked with tongue in cheek.

"I guess we'll find out!" Jackson said with a beautiful smile, and wrapped his strong legs around Stiles to roll him over onto the ground, lacrosse style.

THE END :)