This scene is from when Lydia and Stiles's talked back at the motel if you can't figure it out from reading.

Enjoy!

"Come on Stiles. We're going for a ride, and you're not getting out of this." Lydia demanded, grabbing his hand and beginning to drag him towards the motel's steps to the ground level. Still in a small state of shock, Stiles just let her drag him along until they reached his jeep, where he paused after pulling the keys out of his pocket.

"Wait, we can't just leave Lydia! We need to stand guard." He argued, to which she rolled her eyes.

"Stiles, I love you but you're an idiot. They're werewolves and I doubt that they're going back to sleep easily after that shouting match. I get that everyone's on the edge of the seat but we can't start yelling at each other. Besides, they have super hearing, they'll be able to hear us when we talk." Lydia held out her hand and motioned for him to pass the keys over.

"I still don't think-"

"For God's sake Stiles!" She threw her hands up before grabbing the keys out of his hand. "Get in."

"Woah, wait here. I'm driving."

"Don't be stupid, Stiles. You just had your romance life flip over, just get in and stop complaining. I promise your jeep won't switch it's loyalty over to me if I drive it tonight." Lydia snapped at him, before hopping in the driver's seat and effortlessly turned the jeep on. "Get in, Stiles. I won't ask you again." Hesitantly, he walked over to the passenger side and climbed in. As she pulled out of the driveway, he reached over to turn on some music but she slapped his hand with force. They must've drove for a good ten minutes into the middle of nowhere, before Lydia finally pulled the jeep over. Silence clogged the air around him, almost suffocating him, and he began tapping his fingers, silently counting them in his head.

"Do you still love him?" The question hung in the space between the two when she spoke. "And think really carefully on what you say next because you can't pull at people's feelings and fix people as easily as you can fix this jeep." Seconds passed. Then minutes before he managed to speak, his voice coming out hoarse.

"Yes." Stiles choked up, and tears began rolling down his cheeks. "God, I tried. I've tried so hard to like Malia, I mean, I do like Malia, she's gorgeous and funny. But it's….it's Derek. I can't get him out of my mind no matter how hard I try. He's always in the back of my head making those little snippy comments. I'll see something, a couple, and my mind instantly goes to Derek and I instead of me and Malia. I'll see something in a store window and immediately think that that would be something Derek would like or that would be a good joke to play on him. I've tried Lydia. Especially after what happened at the beginning of this summer. I've tried so hard." Bringing his hands to his face, he wiped away the tears. Lydia was silent, and he took that as a means to continue. "And I want to like her Lydia, but sometimes she can be so crass about things. Like she asked about my mom and when they could meet, and she looks at guys. I mean, she's clearly not ready to settle down, I'm not either, but I question her loyalty sometimes." It went quiet again.

"Stiles, you know me. You know how I can sometimes be really….blatant about some things, so I'm not going to stop now, and I'm sorry for not being gentle about this. You and Malia shouldn't be together. You're right, she's not ready for the monogamous relationship she thinks she is. She loves you, but I feel like it's more like you're her brother than a lover. She's still learning how to be discreet and how to not be so blunt when it comes to personal things, like your mom. You and Derek have never been the best. You two used to circle around each other like vultures and used to pick on each other so much that I thought at one point that you guys really did hate each other. Yet at the same time, you two have never been so perfect for the other. Both of you have a silent language, his is to be grumpy and yours is to be energetic, and you understand what the other is saying. There's no effort because there doesn't need to be any. You're two puzzle pieces that complete the design. You're the complementary colours, and you keep yourselves in balance."

"I know…" Stiles mumbled under his breath in a defeated sound, his shoulders sagging, releasing the tension that was there from the surprise kiss.

"You didn't see Derek after you left. He was a mess, a bundle of chaos, and so, so very self-destructive. I had to bring him food because he wouldn't go shopping. It took him a month to get out of his loft, and that's because I screamed and refused to stop until he left. Of course, he went and sat down in his car, but he moved and that's what counted. He tried you know."

"Tried what?" He turned to stare at her, which she returned.

"To get to you before you left. But the plane took off as he got to the gate number."

"I didn't...I didn't know that." Stiles made a face of agony, confusion, and relief. "Do you think he still...is there a possibility that…he would...you know…forgive me?"

"I think at this point, he's more worried about you forgiving him." Lydia lightly scoffed at him, before placing her hand on top of his and giving it a little squeeze. "We should get going back, but Stiles?" He nodded at her. "You need to let Malia know. Don't drag it out, because it won't end well. Promise?"

"I promise." He swore.

"Good. Now let's go find Isaac."

Yay updates! Alright...so I'm so excited for the next three chapters.

These two are kind of filler, but it kind of gives them a relaxing scene.

Plus you learn more about Hawaii.

MORE SOON! :D I'm pretty anxious for these upcoming chapters