Stiles looked over at her for the thousandth time tonight. They were walking home now, having spent the last few hours talking about home and school, and the future. He never asked her out, or even talked about them being together. Like Chase had said, he needed to let her come to him. There had been something in her eyes that he had never seen there before, like she was arguing with herself; it's what he saw there now.

"Did you enjoy your dinner Lydia? I hope your date was satisfactory." He gasped as she reached out and entwined her fingers in his.

Was this it? Was this her telling him what she wouldn't say out loud? Could this be taken as her coming to him; that he didn't have to hold back anymore? No, he still needed to let her run this, whatever this was. It was her show; she was the one calling the shots.

Smiling, she looked over at him. "I did actually, and my date was exceptional. He was very romantic, and sweet, and looked really good in a suit." Stiles felt his heart swell and he had to look away to hide his victorious smiled from her. Though, she obviously noticed.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. To be honest I was nervous as hell." He had been trying not to show that he was shaking at the beginning of the date, but if she noticed, she didn't let on. He was grateful for her, for everything; for giving him a chance.

"I know, but I honestly couldn't tell. I just know you so well." That was the thing; they did know each other better than anyone else could. Maybe that's why they had wound up at the same school, why they were out on this date. He felt he was meant to be with this girl; meant to make her happy and love her and make her feel it. Stiles loved her, it hadn't changed.

They arrived at her apartment, or flat as she called it. She turned around and smiled at him. "I had a really good time tonight Stiles."

"Yeah, me too." He looked at her and saw his chance. All he had to do was lean in and kiss her, but he held back. It wasn't his call, it was hers and he would honor that. There needed to be questioning at how she felt, if she felt anything toward him that was a fraction to what he felt. But he wanted her to feel it, even if it had to grow.

Cocking her head, she smiled. "Stiles, are you going to kiss me or stare at me all night?"

He jerked his eyes up, not noticing he had started to look down at his feet. The look he saw was confusing, was she shy? Is what he saw in her eyes? Nervousness? What did she have to be nervous about? Stiles was that one who should be sweating out his suit by now, especially after what she just said. She had called the shot, and her bullet said kiss her.

Stiles took a step toward her and leaned down, leaving just an inch between their lips. He paused, letting her decide, letting her have the chance to pull back. Looking each other in the eyes, she smiled softly and leaned forward to connect their lips. It was soft and chaste, not the explosion of passion he had always imagined. This was so much more to him though, to have this kiss that shared their feelings.

Surprisingly he was the one to pull back. He broke the kiss and stepped back, smiling. "I guess I'll let you go sleep. You must be exhausted after dealing with me all night."

Lydia smiled and shook her head at him. "Always the gentlemen."

He bowed slightly, "Goodnight, Miss Martin."

Stiles started to walk away, enjoying how his lips still felt like they could feel hers. Tonight was amazing; he didn't know how it could get any better. They weren't dating, that was obvious still, but it could come to them. He would work at it, and he hoped she would too.

"Stiles." He turned to find her still standing outside her door. She smiled. "Do you want to come in? Like, maybe stay for a while, or the night?"

He felt his mouth drop open. Wow, Lydia Martin was asking him to stay the night with her. That meant sex, right? Did he want that? Fuck yeah he wanted that. Though, it wasn't what this night was supposed to be about, he wasn't trying to have sex with her, he was trying to be with her. It would be terrible to find out she thought that was what all this was about.

So, he asked a stupid question. "Why?"

She laughed, "Come on Stiles, I haven't had company for a while. I haven't even had a real friend since leaving home, besides you. There isn't class tomorrow, come keep me company."

He nodded, not even needing time to think. But something stopped him. "I'm kinda wearing a very uncomfortable tux."

She smiled slyly, and shrugged. "I'm sure we can figure something out." She nodded over her shoulder to her door and turned to unlock it. He walked up behind her and followed her up the stairs to her flat and wasn't surprised to find it in perfect condition. It had the same feel as her house, it was very Lydia.

Dropping her bag into a chair; she motioned him to follow her into her room. She rummaged through one of her drawers and pulled out a pair of blue basketball shorts. Tossing them to him, she turned to go through another drawer and started pulling out other clothes, for herself he presumed.

"I don't have a shirt that you would approve of, so you might have to go without. Bathroom is over there." She pointed to a door off her bedroom and he walked over to it, already nervous. "I'm going to change so, just wait till I tell you I'm done."

"Sure"

He closed the door behind him and started to shrug out of the jacket. As he started to take of his shirt he started feeling nervous. He never went around without a shirt on; it was just something he didn't do. Now, he was in Lydia's house, staying the night, and he either would have to deal or wear the jacket. It was terrifying to think that even though they had just kissed, she would find him inadequate.

Stiles physically shook his head and changed into the shorts. She called out that she was done, and he opened the door slowly, finding her standing right outside with her hands on her hips; she was only wearing a bra and underwear, nothing skimpy, but the least amount of clothes he had seen her in besides a bikini.. He begged himself not to get a hard on right here, right now. Lydia blatantly looked him up and down and he had to fight himself from crossing his arms. He felt the blush creep up his neck as she nodded.

"Stiles, why did you hide this?"

He looked down at himself, nervous of what she could be talking about, but all he found was a pale body. "What?"

She stepped forward and raised a hand to rest on her chest. Looking up into his eyes, he saw it there, lust. "That you are gorgeous."

xxx

"Gorgeous? What?" He scoffed at her and started to laugh. "What does that even mean?"

Lydia laughed also, letting her hand slid down over sexy abs and reach for his hand, pulling him to her bed. She didn't expect that, when she fell over that ledge, it would bring not only feelings that seemed like love, but this roaring lust for him. How was she not supposed to feel like this when he was staring at her, blushing. It was so cute that he was nervous, even though it was well known that Stiles was not a virgin anymore.

"You're just amazing, don't question it." He smiled.

Moving the covers aside she got under the blankets and motioned for him to follow when he paused. She reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him down. They lay facing each other, just staring. If it was any other man, she would have been naked already and controlling a whirlwind of sexual contact. This was Stiles though, and she didn't know if that was something that could or should happen right then.

They lay in mutual silence for a moment, and then Stiles closed his eyes. She watched him lay there, obviously not asleep, but just looking at his face. This face she knew and grew up with, a constant variable in her life, one she could always rely on being there for her.

"What are you thinking?" She asked him and his eyes opened to look at her.

He didn't say anything for a moment, and then smiled and closed his eyes again. "I'm exhausted." They laughed together and Stiles opened his eyes again. "It was so hard for me on so many occasions today to try not to kiss you, or hold your hand. It was exhausting."

Smirking, she reached out and moved a piece of hair from his face. "So why didn't you."

"I was trying this new thing I've never done before."

"And what would that be?"

He lifted a shoulder and sighed. "Try not to do anything that I would've done back home."

She nodded. "I see. Well, I think it's safe to say it worked. But you were still totally yourself, from the point you lifted the lids and there were burgers underneath, you were the Stiles I have always known."

"Well I guess that's not a bad thing." His eyes had closed again, and the tiredness had infected his voice.

"No it's not." She said, laughing softly as he fell asleep.

Stiles was exactly the same, even with the suit and the lack of fawning over her, outwardly anyway.

xxx

He woke up to find a mass of hair in his face and a body spooned against him. Stiles had fallen asleep in the middle of their conversation, but he had been very tired and didn't mind waking up to Lydia Martin in his arms. Lying there with her in his arms was like a surreal dream that he never thought he would be able to live. It was almost as if he should pinch himself to make sure it was all real. He didn't need to though, and that was what was amazing. There was a ringing noise coming from somewhere and he realized it was his phone and even though he didn't want to leave the bed, it was Sunday and his dad was probably calling him.

Trying to pull his arm out from under her without waking her, he paused as she rolled over on her stomach and freed his hand, but she didn't wake. Going to the bathroom where he had left the suit, he rummaged through the pockets until he found his phone and answered it, going into the farthest room, which happened to be the kitchen.

He leaned against the counter. "Hey."

"I've tried to call you many times already mister. I almost thought you guys got murdered because Chase said Lydia hadn't answered his texts either."

Sighing, he ran a hand over his face. "Maxxie, I'm sorry we wound up just crashing at her place."

"Oh, I see." His tone was loaded and Stiles was quick to correct his assumptions.

"I fell asleep in the middle of talking, so no, none of that."

He heard a sigh from the other end. "Awe, how cute is that. Is she awake?"

"No, she's still sleeping." He glanced into the other room to make sure he was right and then went back to the kitchen.

"Awe, are you guys going to make breakfast and just lay in bed all day? That would be so like a lifetime movie."

"Gross, and I don't know what we're doing. I might just go back to the dorm soon, I have two papers due today and the one I'll probably won't be allowed to be accepted because I skipped out on it to go on the date. Totally worth it." Oh, was it worth it. He had stayed overnight, in the same bed as the girl he loved and even though nothing happened, it was still perfect.

"So cute."

"Maxxie."

"Alright, alright. I'm meeting Chase for lunch, you guys should show up, at that one place in half an hour."

Stiles sighed. "I don't want to wake her up."

"So tell her I demanded you." The boy said and then hung up on him.

"Nice." He this outloud to himself and walked into her room to find her laying in bed, awake.

"Wake me for what?" She said as he sat on the bed beside her.

Smiling down at her rumpled hair, and her gorgeous pale skin, he wondered at the situation he was in. "Maxxie wants us to meet him and Chase at that restaurant."

She sighed and stretched, resting a hand on her stomach. "I have to stop eating out so much, I need some vegetables."

He shrugged. "We could always cancel."

Scoffing she left the bed and rummaged through her closet and pulled out a sundress and a half jacket. "Cancel? On Maxxie? Never would dream of it." She smiled and looked over at him watch her dress.

"I only have a tux with me." She laughed and went to her dresser and pulled out a plain grey t-shirt, it was loose like his shirts normally were. He held it up incredulously. "'I don't have any shirts you would approve of?'" He mocked her voice.

"I might have just been thinking for myself." She picked up her brush and headed to the bathroom. "We'll stop by your dorm so you can change into actual clothes."

xxx

After stopping at his dorm for him to change into his usual attire and hailed a cab to the restaurant. The boys were already at a booth when they walked in and waved them over. They sat opposite to them and picked up the menus the waitress brought to their table.

When they had ordered their food and drink, Chase sat back in his chair and looked them over. "So, how was the date?"

Lydia smiled over at the blushing Stiles and answered for them. "It went very well, he fell asleep before the real fun could happen."

"Lydia." He let the name out with embarrassment plain on his face.

She laughed and shrugged. "It was romantic and sweet, just not what I'm used to with guys."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Like Jackson and Aiden?"

She shrugged. "At that point, I was the one calling the shots."

He scoffed. "Aren't you always pulling the shots?"

Bumping her shoulder against his, she kissed his cheek. "Last night I wasn't." Maxxie sighed with what she presumed was happiness for them and Chase smiled at them.

Their food came soon and they sat in silence for a few minutes as they began to eat. It was weird to her to be sitting right next to Stiles and act like nothing had changed between them. They were the same people, sure, but after last night she couldn't stop noticing every little move he made and sometimes found herself just looking over at him. They were the same, but now they shared this connection that she would have never given the chance for when they were back home.

She was sure that he would treat her far better than the other boys she had dated. Sure, there had been actual emotions involved, but she didn't feel like she had to put a strong front on to seem not as unstable as she felt. Lydia knew she would be able to tell Stiles everything, he already knew everything about her, but she felt safe knowing that he wouldn't judge her if she wanted to talk feelings with him. Hell, it was an amazing thought to know she could talk about her emotions with him.

They had been sitting there in silence for a few moments before Chase spoke up. "So we're going to the club again tonight, if you guys wanna come with us?"

Maxxie nodded excitedly, but Stiles declined. "I wish I could, but I have a couple papers due tonight so I'm gonna pass. Lydia, you should go." He turned to her and smiled, shrugging when she asked if he was sure. "Yeah go ahead."

Smiling she put an arm through his. "I could help you study."

He snorted and shook his head. "I've seen what you call notes before, I think I'll be less confused without them. You can come hang out at the dorm until you guys head out though?" Stiles said that last sentence as a question.

"Yeah, come hang out with us." Maxxie said, nearly jumping up and down in his seat.

Nodding, she went back to eating her food. When they finished they found their way back to the door and sat beside Stiles on his bed. He pulled out his laptop and began to rummage through his own notes after pulling up a blank document. She just watched him for a few moments before Chase grabbed her attention from across the room where he and Maxxie were facing them.

"So besides hunting, what did you guys do for fun back home? Any real parties out there?"

Stiles laughed. "Yeah, Lydia here was the party queen. She was the party."

Rolling her eyes at him, she explained to them. "My family owned a lake house out there so I would have parties there."

"And of course everyone was invited because, when the most popular girl in school says you're invited, you come." He put in as he started to type.

"I wouldn't say most popular, as in people liked me, but I was well known." Lydia shrugged as if it was nothing, and it really wasn't. If you acted like you should be noticed, you will be noticed. She had made sure she was noticed.

Maxxie nodded, "I know what you mean, I have a friend who everyone thought was a great guy, super popular, but then he got hit by a bus and almost died and everyone realized how much he was just manipulating people for his own good."

"That's some Mean Girls shit right there." Stiles put in.

He smiled sadly. "He's fine now, and I'd hate to say it was what he needed to realize how bad he was, but it did help. After he lost most of his friends and stuff. Our group split up because of it, but we're all doing fine now." He turned to Chase. "I have this lovely man in my life now, and that's all I need."

"And hair products." Chase said, but leaned down with a smile to kiss his boyfriend. "I'm gonna get us something to drink. Anyone wanna go with?"

Lydia shrugged, feeling claustrophobic in the small room. "Yeah, I'll go." She patted Stiles' knee as she stood up and he smiled at her. Following him out of the room, she fell in step beside Chase after they made it outside and headed to the small concessions stand thing the school had.

He spoke first. "So..."

Looking over at him, she raised an eyebrow. "Ask."

"Are you guys together?" He looked out the side of his eyes, but kept walking.

Were they together? Sure they had slept in the bed all night, and they had kissed, but they hadn't actually talked yet about dating. She did want it to happen, but she still couldn't get rid of those nagging thoughts. Mainly the ones that said she didn't deserve him.

"Nothing has been set in stone, and we haven't exactly said out loud that we are, but I'm sure that conversation will come."

Chase nodded silently and they walked the rest of the way there in silence. They grabbed a few bottles of soda, and he bought a case of bottled water for his boyfriend's dorm, she assumed. Heading back the way they came, Lydia noticed multiple times that woman would walk by and stare lustly at him, but he seemed to just ignore it.

"Does it ever bother you?"

He knew what she was talking about and just shrugged. "I used to paint my nails and wear makeup, even used to have really long hair that I dyed different colors, but no matter how gay I looked I still get girls staring at me like that. It's has never even been that 'ewww gay man' stare, they just want to have sex with me.

"I do have to admit that I prefer women staring at me than the guys at the club staring at Maxxie. The first time we ever went to a club together a guy had tried to dance with him, and it's whatever it's dancing, but he was getting really touchy and wouldn't leave him alone after he walked away. So I broke his nose and got kicked out."

"Well, that's one way to do it." Lydia admitted and he turned the question on her.

She shrugged. "I don't notice when guys look at me because I don't care. I only notice when I'm noticing them." He nodded his understanding and she went on. "I used to just care about what a guy looked like, his social status, stupid shit like that. There's always been this soft spot inside of me for Stiles, but back home I still felt like I needed to be a cold-hearted bitch to survive. Being away from there has freed me from that."

"People can be terrible." He murmured.

She snorted. "It wasn't always people I needed to worry about." He raised an eyebrow at her, but didn't question her further.

When they returned, they found the boys laying next to each other, with Maxxie pointing out things on the screen to Stiles. The blonde boy turned and accepted his drink with a smile and turned back to keep helping. She sat down next to Chase and leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes.

It wasn't until she was woken up laying with her head on Maxxie's pillow that she realized she had fallen asleep. Maxxie told her that they would be leaving soon, and she sat up to find that Stiles was buried in books and typing quickly. She followed the boys out the door.

Listen, I know it's been a while since I uploaded last, but my computer died and I'm sorry.

I almost made this the last chapter, but I want to write more and if you have any ideas, tell me in a review or a DM and I'll put in my author's note that you helped me come up with the next chapter or whichever chapter I use your idea for, if I do, no promises.

Well, hope you enjoyed this chapter and still want more.