Author's Note: Guy I am still freaking out over that Stydia kiss we saw. Like what even? Where did that come from? Actually I don't care; I just can't wait to see it. And the best part is that it's going to happen before the second part of this season so that's really nice. That will help me get through the break.

So on with the story this will be another installment of The Beach Trip, I am so glad you guys are liking it! After this chapter I'm not sure when I'll post again, my grandmother passed away and I have to go to the funeral and such. So please forgive me, enjoy this chapter and wait patiently for the next one. Lol this chapter for some reason started focusing on Lydia's chest for some reason IDK, but it feels true to the ways the characters would react so it doesn't matter too much.

ALSO: If you want the Beach Trip to continue give me some ideas on what else they could do while they are there.

After Lydia and Stiles made their relationship online official they just sort of hung out with the rest of the group. They all decided to watch a movie in the home's living room. Someone had picked a scary movie and they were all curled up on the couch screaming every few minutes, especially the girls. Maybe being around wolves and mythical creatures put them more on edge. Stiles didn't mind so much though, it wasn't too scary and he had Lydia next to him. The movie was really the furthest thing from his mind.

First she had just been sitting next to him holding his hand, and then she kept hiding her eyes into his shoulder. Finally he mustered up enough courage to put his arm around her shoulder, accidently bumping Scott's arm that was around Allison who was sitting next to Lydia. He didn't seem to notice though but he finally settled his arm around her and she moved even closer to him. He tried to repress the cheesy smile on his face but it was hard, especially when she began hide her face in his chest and he was able to hold her from the waist, bring her as close as possible to him. The movie ended and everyone went to bed.

The next morning everyone was already out on the beach, somewhat early even. The girls tried working on their tans again while the boys were trying to skim and boogie board. They did come out of the water every so often to reapply sunscreen and flirt with the girls.

"Hey can I ask you something?" Stiles asked Lydia after he took a seat in the sand next to her. She sat up and took her sunglasses off to get a better look at him.

"Yes." She insisted.

"I was wondering, since we didn't really do it before, that we could…"

"Spit it
out Stilinski." She urged with a smirk, making him lose his mind and train of thought for a moment.

"Okay I was wondering if maybe you would like to go out with me tonight?"

"So it going to be just me and you?"

"Yes, just me and you, if that's okay. Everyone else is doing their own thing tonight."

"So like a date?" She asked, smiling at him.

"I mean I guess, yeah." He said looking down at the sand like it was the most interesting on the planet.

"Alright." She said putting her sunglasses back on.

"So it's a 'yes', really?"

"Stiles, it's not like I'm going to say no, I am your…girlfriend." She said, still trying to process that fact in her head. He chuckled.

"I guess that's true." He smiled and placed his hand on hers before he went back into the water with everyone else.

Lydia was getting ready for her date with Stiles. Showering, makeup, doing hair, all of the fun stuff girls do. But she was having a hell of a time trying to calm herself down. She was nervous to say the least, and excited at the same time, definitely the butterflies in the stomach feeling. But she managed to get through her shower and the whole putting on the make-up but she was currently standing in her towel in the room's walking closet.

"Allison, help me please?" Lydia begged. "I have nothing to wear."

"No, you have plenty to wear; you just don't know what to wear. There's a big difference." Allison pointed out as she walked into the closet to help her friend.

"Can you please just help me? I still need to do my hair and I have to go soon." Lydia said trying to stomp her feet without letting her towel fall off of her. Allison covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. "What?"

"It's funny to see you get so worked up about a date with Stiles."

"Well believe it." Lydia said looking at some things she had hung up on the hangers.

"It's especially funny since you didn't even know who he was less than three years ago." Lydia felt instantly bad. Everyone thought Lydia didn't know or notice his presence before tenth grade but that wasn't true. She knew who he was since elementary school; they had even been friends when they were that age. And in middle school he had been her academic competition. She had ignored him in high school for a while though, during her rise to popularity. She felt bad about that now, considering how much he had cared for her.

"Well I know him now and he's probably waiting for me so we need to pick up the pace here." Lydia insisted.

"How about this?" Allison asked holding up a dressier type of sundress that was white with blue paisley print on it. "And you can wear it with your nude flats and a jean jacket; it's supposed to be chilly tonight." Allison suggested as Lydia crabbed it from her and inspected it.

"Hmmm. I guess it will work. I wasn't expecting to go out on a date; I didn't bring anything for this sort of activity." She whined grabbing the jean jacket and nude flats as well.

"Lydia you brought plenary of other dresses."

"Yeah but they're like club or party outfits. But this should work, it's casual but cute. Thank you for helping though."

"Anytime. But could you please hurry, I have a date I need to get ready for too." Lydia did her hair with loose curls and put on the dress, impressed with the way the dress gave her the perfect amount of cleavage and it made her hip to waist ratio look perfect. She slipped on her shoes and exited the bathroom, grabbing her purse and jacket.

"It's all yours." Lydia told Allison, as she prepared to leave the room.

"Thanks. Wow you look good. How does your chest look like that, its so not fair."

"What can I say; some of us get all the luck. I mean I see dead people and I have a fabulous chest." She laughed, and was honest, not everything about her was perfect, even if she pretended it was.

"Well I think Stiles is the lucky one tonight." She cackled as she went into the bathroom.

Lydia walked downstairs to where all of the boys were hanging out. Stiles was standing behind the back of the couch, pool stick in hand, waiting for Isaac to make the next move. He hadn't noticed her yet so she took a moment to appreciate how cute he looked in his simple baseball tee shirt and kakis outfit.

"Hey are you ready?" Lydia asked Stiles after quietly walking up to him and placing her hand on his back, causing him to jump slightly.

"Yeah, I'm ready. Just let me take one more shot." He said walking over to the opposite side of the table. He got what he was aiming for and smiled at Isaac, he must have won. When he looked at Lydia he didn't stop, he was staring.

"Wow you look…" Hot, sexy, pretty, Lydia thought in her head. "Beautiful." He said smiling and she stood on her tippy toes and kissed him on the cheek, she wasn't used to hearing the word beautiful.

"Thanks." She whispered in his ear. She was okay with him thinking she was those other things because she was pretty sure he thought she was those adjectives as well but something about the way he said it made her feel the butterflies again.

They waited outside for the cab that was going to pick them up, they held hands and looked at the sunset to pass the time.

"So what are we doing?" Lydia asked Stiles once they got into the cab.

"I don't know, you'll just have to see." He smirked at her and she rolled her eyes playfully before taking her camera out of her purse.

"We need to take a picture." She demanded.

"Okay but why?"

"It's out first date, we need to document it, put it on Facebook, all that stuff." She said scooting closer to him and taking a picture of the both of them, and then she took one of just him making a dumb face.

"Here, let me take one of you." He said taking one of her smiling her normal smile. Afterwards they got to the restaurant, nothing fancy but it was still nice, especially for their first date. Stiles was, as always, the perfect gentleman. He opened the door for her and pulled her seat out for her, she could tell he had been waiting for this for a while and the whole thing really meant a lot to him.

"Gosh Lydia you just look so great." He told her after they had ordered their food. She blushed because she knew it was completely genuine.

"Thanks Stiles, you look pretty good too. Handsome." She told him as she began the whole footsies thing again, brushing her foot up against his leg lightly.

"Thanks." He smiled shyly. They talked about dumb little things while they waited for their food, their favorite things and anything but the werewolf problems that still lingered in Beacon Hills. She did catch him staring though.

"Stiles!" He moved his eyes to her face. "What are you looking at?" His face turned bright red.

"Uh…uh nothing. Just this um." He tried to come up with something, anything, but it clearly wasn't working out for him.

"Were you just staring at my chest?" She said in an unidentifiable tone.

"Um ye-no, no." She continued to look at his guilty face, which made him feel even guiltier. "Uh…yes." He put a hand to his forehead hoping to avoid eye contact.

"Its…fine Stiles."

"Wha? What? Really?"

"Yeah I mean I figured that's why you liked me so much in the first place. Most guys like me because they think I'm pretty or whatever."

"Lydia, I definitely don't like you because of how you look. I mean sure that a bonus and all. But I like who you are, what your personality is like. I always have."

"Really?" She asked, genuinely surprised.

"Yeah I mean like I said you're beautiful, stunning actually. But I don't know it's something deeper than that. I mean maybe that's just me."

"No I get what you're saying. I mean you're pretty adorable and all but I wouldn't have agreed to do this unless I felt something else."

"Well…good." He stammered unsure of what to say, honestly he was surprised her feelings about him were similar. But over the past year they had become really good, close friends with all the werewolf stuff. And not his waiting paid off, it didn't sound like this was going to be a fling. Waiting for her to feel the same (unspoken, of course) connection he did all those years ago.

"But anyway, you are allowed to look at me and…whatever part of me you want as long as you pay attention to what I'm saying and you don't make it creepy. I mean I'm your girlfriend now; you're the only one who's allowed to be looking."

"R-r-really?" He asked taking a glance at her chest.

"You're allowed to look longer than that though. I mean if you want. But yeah I mean you don't own me but I'm still yours. And you might want to tell Isaac not to stare at them." She hinted.

"Isaac was staring at your boobs?!"

"Uh yeah, and you didn't even notice. I mean it happens but I am your girlfriend you might want to tell him not to look so hard if you see him do it again. I know they look good but I wore this so you could see them not him." She suggested sipping from her straw, giggling at his mini freak out.

"Huh, can't believe I didn't notice." He said, but now he was staring.

"Okay hello, honey, now you're gawking at them." She said waving her hand in front of his face.

"Oh my god. Sorry I'm just not used to this." He said laughing. "But I'll definitely tell Isaac to chill out if I see him staring.

"Sound good. And it's okay you can gawk, just not in public." She winked and he about lost his mind sitting there as the waiter came out with their food.