Allison, Lydia, and Scott were sitting at a lunch table talking. It only lasted a week the not talking between Scott and Allison. Lydia was really relieved because she considered Scott a good friend as well. She wasn't sure what else would happen between the two, but hey, that was their business.

Lydia was busy discussing her favorite movie when she felt someone's hands rest on her shoulders. She turned her head to the side so that she could see who it was. A quick turn of the head, and a very distasteful look entered her face. Stiles paid her no attention as he gave her a well-practiced toothpaste ad smile.

He shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Still not talking to me, huh?" He laughed and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

Lydia flipped her hair back, rolled her eyes, and ignored him. Allison and Scott were smart enough to contain their laughter but both gave each other a knowing look. Lydia continued talking like he wasn't even there.

"Well, I have to get going," said Stiles grinning at his entourage at the other table.

"Have to?" Lydia said sarcastically emphasizing every sound.

His tan face smiled at her again. "You said something to me," he pointed out matter-of-factly before he pressed another soft kiss on her forehead.

As he walked away, Lydia was fuming. "If his head gets any bigger."

Scott picked at his food. "I barely get to talk to Stiles any more. It's like you have to make an appointment. Sucks."

Allison agreed. "I'm glad he has friends and all but I can't remember the last time I had more than a two minute conversation with him."

"Well, someone better set him straight and it might as well be me," thought Lydia to herself as she realized how sad Scott and Allison were about not spending time with him. But, every chance she tried to talk to him that day he was in a conversation with the opposite sex. Every freaking time! By fifth hour, she was extremely pissed off and figured two could play at that game.

Lydia had asked to use the bathroom the last three minutes of fifth hour. It was easy for her to get her requests especially from a male teacher. She stood by Stile's class like a woman on a mission. He, of course, was the last one to walk out as he was too busy cracking jokes with his buddies. When he walked out finally, he spotted Lydia looking none too pleased. Her lips had that delicious little pout that she gets when she is pissed and her eyes bore holes through him.

Immediately, she grabbed his arm leading him out the doorway. She couldn't believe how much bigger his arm had gotten, packed with muscle. Lydia turned to him, face to face, and seemed to be searching for something. Her eyes were almost dilated and let's just say, he knew he was in trouble.

"I had a conversation with Allison and Scott today. You really are hurting their feelings. They feel ignored. I know you have this going on." She pointed to his new body. "But don't forget the people who have been with you all along. Your real friends."

Stiles looked down at his feet in shame. "I wasn't really trying to hurt their feelings."

She continued to eye him up. "But, you are and so you need to do something about it."

Stiles put his hand on his chin, obviously brainstorming for a minute. "How about I invite them and of course, yourself, to the beach this Saturday? Might as well enjoy this Indian summer we have going on. We can bring some munchies and just chill."

Lydia glanced at him one more time making him feel even guiltier of being a bad friend. "Well, that's a start and one more thing, no groupies, okay?"

Beach Day….

It was a beautiful warm day for September, the kind of a day if you were in school that you would sweat in your new school clothes in the unairconditioned classrooms. But, instead it was a Saturday and they were riding in the Jeep. Scott and Stiles were in the front with the windows down, sunglasses on, and music blasting. Allison and Lydia were in the backseat gossiping but enjoying the wind blowing their hair all over the place. Sun shining, perfect day.

On the way to the beach stopped at a stoplight, a bunch of girls in a convertible were parked next to the Jeep as they were turning left. The girls were giggling and smiling at the boys. Stiles gave them a flirty grin as he pushed down on the gas. Lydia was actually floored at how much female attention Stiles was getting, they couldn't even stop at a light for freaking sake! Was it any wonder that his head was getting so big?

Stiles cruised in the day use parking spot by the beach. He made sure to walk around the side and open up the door for the girls. He was so animated talking about paddle boards as he carried his down to the beach. That must have been one of the ways he got in such good shape.

After walking for a bit due to Stiles having to find the perfect beach spot, they laid their beach blankets out and umbrella. Allison brought the picnic basket filled with Cheetos, Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, PB and J sandwiches, and Mountain Dew. Your wonderfully healthy teenage meal!

The boys peeled off their t-shirts immediately and ran toward the water. Allison nudged Lydia in the side.

"Oh, my!"

The "oh, my" was about Stiles of course. Whatever he had done this summer, had worked. His pecs were defined, all the way to his six pack. There wasn't an ounce to pinch and with his dark hair, sparkling eyes, and mocha skin, he was one hell of a package. He definitely wasn't little old Stiles any more. Of course, Scott was the same, but had always been that way. Lydia stood back a minute watching him and realized it wasn't just the package but that smile, laughter, and joy of life that made Stiles stand out even more.

Allison took off her shirt revealing a black bikini that showed lots of skin that Scott seemed to appreciate. Lydia, was Lydia, with her sun hat and itty bitty floral bikini, petite sandals, and movie star sunglasses. She lay on the blanket, under the umbrella, reading a gossip magazine.

She was so into the magazine, that she didn't notice a dripping wet, sexy guy, with a six pack approach.

"You are wet", she squeaked.

"And so will you", said Stiles picking her up by the sweetness of her ass. He picked her up despite the fact she was kicking her legs wildly at him. On the way to the water, he scooped her glasses and hat and tossed them on the blanket.

It seemed like lifting her required no work. He ran closer to Allison and Scott who were already swimming. With a quick toss, Lydia emerged from the water, like a drowned cat, with pissed off eyes. Allison and Scott couldn't stop laughing at the look on her face, which she then splashed water in their eyes. But, they had fun swimming for a while.

Afterwards, Stiles convinced Lydia to try paddling with him. He helped her get on the board. His packed chest was against her back and his arms around her shoulder as he used the oars to paddle. She could smell the sunscreen on Styles as they were that close. Every time, his arms or chest touched hers it was like fireworks. She was physically aware of every movement he made.

For Stiles it was the same, he could feel his body against Lydia's delectable ass. His arms were close to that little itty bitty body with the voluptuous chest. Her floral scent and bare skin was putting him in overdrive.

"Oh, my God Stiles, is that what I think it is?" said Lydia in surprise.

Something very big was pressing onto her back. Stiles shook his head in defeat but laughed it off. He was a guy after all.

Lydia laughed and pushed him in the water. But the shaky movement, made her fall back as well. After going under the water, Stiles grabbed her and put his hands on her hips.

They both laughed until they looked into each other's eyes. For a moment, each one of them held eye contact, frozen, looking at how beautiful the other person was. Stiles looked so sexy, his bedroom eyes dreamy. He searched her face for a minute than removed his hand from her hips. They walked back to the sand where Allison and Scott were setting up lunch.

After lunch, Allison and Scott laid on a blanket. Stiles beckoned for her to do the same. So, there they lay, Stiles' arms spread out like an eagle and Lydia using his arms as a pillow. Unfortunately, she could not nap as her nerves were on fire. His body heat was driving her crazy. But, she still enjoyed the sort of cuddling they were doing.

Scott and Allison watched them carefully. "I think there is something is going on between those two," stated Allison.

"But neither one of them would ever admit it," said Scott laughing.

Allison reached for Scott's hand. "I have no problem admitting when I am hooked."

Scott looked at her directly. "I like your directness, and by the way, I feel the same."

Their brown eyes held for a minute. Scott picked up her hand up and gave it a kiss. They were well on their way to resolving their problems. It was a perfect day. Carefree, no wolf drama, or girls hanging all over Stiles!