Scott left after a few hours, and of course I called Lydia. We planned to have a movie night, go all out with popcorn and pizza and stuff. Movies all night.

I wondered if she wanted to pull an all-nighter because she doesn't want to risk falling asleep with me again, or if it's because she does want to risk it… Or maybe it was sincere. Maybe she did just want to have some fun tonight, get our minds off things. Like the things Scott told me earlier, about the twin alphas…

Poor puppy feels threatened. But of course I don't blame him, that threatening feeling has been there my whole life. But that threat is gone now, and it feels no better. I told him that, not to hate those twins too much. He'd regret those feelings later. If Allison was going to go for one of them that was her problem, she wasn't going to be worth it anyway. She was his real concern, not other guys.

My phone rang. It was eight, and pitch black outside.

"Yes beautiful?" I say into the phone, maybe a little too happily.

Lydia laughs bashfully, "on my way over. I don't need to remind you this is a little weird," she says.

"Only weird if you say it is," I tell her, shrugging to myself.

"Still," she responds.

"Hey, you don't have to come, but you know you'll have fun, and we've been kinda close lately, it's okay to open up around me," I say, trying not to pour out everything.

"Five minutes." Then she hangs up. I shiver. Five minutes. Is everything perfect? No, dad…

"Dad," I say as I enter his room. He's at his desk, reading police files. Finally, something other than teen wolves.

"Yeah," he says, not turning around, deep in thought.

"Lydia's coming over."And that's when he looks up curiously. "Movies, pizza, that deal," I say, trying to pulling it off cool.

"Well, how late is she gunna be here? I'm leaving soon," he says.

"Come on can't you stay home for one night?" I groan, leaning back against the wall.

"Are you saying that because you genuinely want me here or because you want her to stay late?" he turns towards me and crosses his arms.

"Both?"

"Fine. But she needs to be gone when I get home."

"When's that?" I check. He sighs.

"I don't know," and shakes his head.

"I do still wish you were around more," I say quietly. He just looks at me for a minute before returning to his work.

"We'll do something soon okay." That's my cue to leave, he's busy anyway. I've been on his case too much lately, he needs his space… Besides, I've never asked a girl to stay over before, and he knows I have zero to no experience with sex or girls so I'm sure he's not too worried. But he does have duties as a father I guess.

I leave the room and go down to the living room, getting the first movie ready. I was wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt, hoping she wasn't going to be too dressy, considering I looked like a bum. Ah! The door!

"Heyyyyy," I lean against the door and do the hair flip that I don't have, looking like the smooth guy I am.

"Hey Justin," she says as she walks in.

"What's that?" I ask, gesturing to the pile she has in her arms.

"Movies," she says, setting the on the floor where I had everything setup.

"Oh, cool, but first we're watching this," I point up to the screen where it's paused.

"What is it?"

"You'll see," I grin and take her hand, setting her on the floor next to me. There were blankets laid out so it would be more comfortable and then of course food. Like an indoor picnic and night.

"You really thought all this through didn't you?" she comments, taking some of the popcorn.

"Well I like to go all out all the time, even when I'm alone. I enjoy quality you know." She nods in approval and reaches for the remote. I take some of her movies and look at the options while the beginning credits start.

"Is this Elf?" she asks.

"Mhmm," I answer, reading the back of a case thoroughly.

"But, it's May," she groans.

"Got a problem with Elf? I question, raising my eyebrows. She shakes her head. "Thought so. This movie is enjoyable at any time of the year."

"I guess. But it's also kid friendly." She pauses it. "I was hoping for something a little bit more mature…" She trails off, and I recognize that voice as getting awkward, that voice like she wants something.

"Well, if a sex scene were to come on," I start, rethinking my excuse, "I don't want you to get uncomfortable," I say, voice getting smaller. Of course I wasn't going to put on anything that may give me a boner. I can't ruin this night.

She sighs and looks away from my burning hot face. "How about this." It was barely a question; she just takes one of her movies and puts it in the slot. Goodbye Elf. I put her movie down and replace it with pizza, needing something in my mouth so I don't choke on my own words again.

The movie starts with a kid skateboarding through a hallway, names and credits appearing in every aspect of the school. In the lockers, on sneakers, it was actually quite creative…

"What is this?"

"Detention," she says, giving me an excited grin.

"What's it about?"

"So many questions," she says in her usual singsong voice. I have to admit to myself this is going great. She hasn't closed up like I thought she was, she was acting like herself now. The Lydia I've been dying to get to know since day 1.

"Fine," I just take the case and read the back. Something about high school students being trapped in detention while a murder runs loose through their town. "This isn't gunna be like piranha is it? Blond bimbos and dumbass guys half naked the whole time," I mutter, flipping through the notes on the inside.

"No, it's real hipster," she winks. I gulp, butterflies shooting through my stomach quickly. I find it hard to breathe. God, this girl is destroying me from the inside out with a wink. "It has Josh Hutcherson in it," she adds, grinning wider.

"Oh I like that kid," I murmur disapprovingly. He was cool, now I actually have to watch this movie…

Somewhere through the movie Lydia snuck her way closer to me until she was leaning into my side. I wasn't quite sure what to do at first so I just let my arm fall around her shoulders. That was when she didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around me and kiss my cheek. I couldn't believe this was happening, no not just happened, happening. She was kissing me, kissing, with an ing. She was moving her way down, to my neck, and it was driving me mentally insane.

"Lydia," I try to say, but my voice is gone. I pause the movie, turning towards her slowly. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" I say, hating myself for playing the part of 'think now, act later.'

"Yeah, I do," she nods, holding my face in her hands.

"You're sure?" I check. This couldn't be happening, this really couldn't. It was too good to be true.

"Stiles, you're the only one I feel safe with anymore. I'm always paranoid when I'm not near you," she says, tucking her hair behind her ears, and I see the fear hidden behind her eyes. It's hard for her to say this, I can feel it. It's like she's forcing herself to stay open with me, because she's afraid I won't protect her otherwise.

"I get how you're feeling, but why would that make you want to kiss me. I've been head over heels crazy for you for like ten years, you haven't noticed me once," I say, hoping I don't sound too pitiful.

"I'm sorry," she murmurs, pressing her forehead against mine. "I get butterflies when I'm near you. I want to kiss you, I'm just sorry it took so long for me to realize how much I need you in my life," she whispers. My breathing falters and my heartbeat audibly speeds up. I lean in, so slowly, and she tangles her fingers in my growing hair, pressing her lips against mine in heated need.

They're so soft. They're heavenly, and it's like everything inside me, everything I've ever lived for before this moment was on fire. I held her as tight as I could, her nails dug into my neck and I couldn't hold her close enough, we attacked each other. It was like I had never needed another person more in my entire life. I couldn't kiss her enough, couldn't love her enough. I had to keep going, harder, more passionate. We couldn't stop, and she felt the same. Her body curved against mine delicately, craving each other's touch.

"Stiles I'm leaving, whoa, okay, um, yeah…" Dad mumbles awkwardly as he walks into the room. I moan as I pull away, death practically falling upon me as her lips were pulled away from mine. I look up at him reluctantly and Lydia looks down shyly, cheeks inflamed.

"See you later," I say, trying to regulate my breathing again. He isn't looking at us; he's got his hands on his hips looking at the ceiling.

"Yeah, but come here, I wanna talk to you for a minute," she uses his finger to gesture for me to come over. I stand, thankful he scared the boner away before anyone could notice it.

He brings me into the hallway where she can't hear. As he's about to speak he just shakes he head and walks upstairs, and I follow. In his room he opens his drawer and takes out a box, throwing them at me.

"I won't be using them anytime soon," she says quietly. Condoms. I gulp, looking around awkwardly, not sure what to say. "Look, I don't know what you're ready for, or what you've already done, but it's obvious you and this girl might be going somewhere. I can't stop you because you're a teenager and you'll find a way, and as hard as this is for me to say," he takes a deep breath and puts his hand on my shoulder, "just be careful son."

I nod, thankful. "I always am dad." He nods and turns to leave. "Dad," I call as he walks out. He turns around expectantly. "I haven't done anything," I say in a big breathy gust. He nods, relieved. I stand there for a moment, looking at the condoms. Does Lydia really want this…?