Author's Note: There will be more to this but I've been trying to write and hinting at this for a while now, and I finally got around to doing something with it. There will be more to this too btw. So I hope you like it! Review and tell me what you think!

On another note I need to rant about: I hate when I have an idea about writing something and exactly how I want it written and then it comes out totally not what like I imagined because that isn't really my writing style. So I just want to apologize for my mediocre writing because I swear in my head it all comes out better.

"Hey I think I'm going to go back to the apartment." Stiles told Lydia as the group of four slid out of the booth they had been occupying during dinner. Lydia and Allison wanted to go out to one of the local clubs, it was Friday after all, but Scott and Stiles just wanted to go back to their apartment and play some video games until two in the morning.

"No come out with us." Lydia whined, the girl were already a bit tipsy from a few drinks that they had consumed with their meals.

"I'm not really in the mood, you two can go though." The girls were planning on meeting up with a few friends from school at the club, one who was turning twenty one. Neither Scott nor Stiles wanted to be the only two guys in a group of drunken twenty one year olds who couldn't hold down their alcohol.

"But we wanted you guys to come with us." Allison pouted.

"You know we wouldn't be any fun, we don't want to go and kill the mood. Seriously go out and have fun without us." Scott told them, they decided hours ago that they would not be going on the excursion with the girls.

"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Lydia asked as they were now standing outside of the downtown restaurant, their hands connected, swinging back and forth.

"We're sure." Scott interjected and Stiles nodded.

"Have fun" he kissed her on the cheek, "be safe", he kissed her other cheek, "and don't get in the car with any drunks, take a cab back to the apartment." He instructed as he lifted a hand to cup her face and give her a chaste kiss on the lips. "I love you."

"I love you too, I'll be fine."

"See you later." He said as she walked down the street with Allison, laughing as they walked into the direction of the club and as Stiles walked back into the direction of where they had parked the car.

"So glad we got out of that." Scott said. "Think they'll make it back okay?" He wondered aloud to Stiles, imagining the drunken state they could end up in.

"Yeah they'll be fine, I told Lydia to take cab home." Lydia didn't get drunk often, but occasionally she liked to let loose. Stiles was just glad that she could come home to him. They were all twenty one and they all lived in an apartment together. Two separate rooms of course. Scott and Allison were in one, and Stiles and Lydia in one on the other side of the apartment.

"Do you want do dance? I want to dance?" Leah, Allison and Lydia's newly turned twenty one year old friend asked.

"Yeah let's dance!" Allison yelled as she set her drink down on the table the group of five was drinking at. Allison and everyone headed out onto the dance floor, Leah grabbing Lydia by the arm.

"This is so much fun!" Leah yelled out as she began to dance her drunk ass off. They all danced and giggled, generally carefree, until someone bumped into Lydia.

"Excuse you!" She said whipping her head around to see who had just rudely almost knocked her over. "Oh my god." She slurred when she realized who it was.

"I'm so sorry. Lydia is that you?" Yep, it was definitely him alright.

"Uh yeah…it's me."

"It's so nice to see you again." He said pulling her in for a hug. He smelled good, even better than she remembered. His muscles were just as prominent as they were in high school, she decided as she felt his arms grip around her shoulders. And damn he was just as handsome too.

"You too, Jackson." She said as she squeezed him back. She was pretty sure her drunken state was suddenly making her remember everything good about what they had so many years ago, and so many good memories were being brought back up.

"You look fantastic." He observed as he took a step back, gazing at her body, he obviously had a few drinks in him; he was never this nice, she did remember that. Jackson Whittemore was never one to throw away compliments if he was truly sober, there was always an ulterior motive for what he said. But alcohol, alcohol made him honest.

"So do you, you look great." Apparently it made her honest too.

"You want to dance?" He asked boldly as a new track came over the speakers in the room.

"Yeah, let's dance." She giggled as she moved further into the dance floor with him, god she felt like she was just some stupid high school girl again, but that was probably the alcohol making her feel invincible. "So what are you doing here?" She asked, trying to talk over the music playing around them.

"Just came out here with a few friends, I'm on thanksgiving break, I was in Beacon Hills for a few days." She nodded remembering her former residence.

"That's nice." She smiled as she continued to dance next to him, it was a bit awkward, admittedly, but it wasn't bad. She was so caught up in everything; she hadn't noticed Allison stealing glances at the two of them. She barely noticed how close their bodies were after as the swayed back and forth together, adrenaline surging through them. Neither noticed that their faces were so close to each other for at least an hour. Then he finally felt enough courage to move in closer and he planted his lips on hers.

It was like she immediately sobered up as soon as he did that. She didn't reciprocate anything, because as soon as his lips touched hers she suddenly remembered everything.

Remembered that she wasn't a drunken slob who made out with her ex-boyfriends, realized she was one of the most intelligent person at her school who was working on getting that damn Field Medal, and most importantly she realized that she had a loving, equally handsome boyfriend waiting for her at their apartment probably playing Call of Duty with his best friend. The same boyfriend who was the biggest dork on the planet, the same boyfriend who was her best friend in the world, the same boyfriend who would die for her, the same boyfriend she talked about getting married to and having kids with. She was not going to be that girl. She wasn't going to be that girl who loses everything because of someone who in reality means nothing to her anymore.

"I have a boyfriend." She said as she pushed his shoulders away from her body "I have a boyfriend." She said again as realization began to spread across his face as well. "I have to go." She said all this without a response, scurrying away quickly to where her best friend was, drunk, but coherent enough to realize that Jackson had attempted to kiss her.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, let's go." Lydia said as she grabbed her friend's hand and practically dragged her out of the club leaving Jackson, standing there somewhat stunned, which should have been impossible with the state Lydia was in but she fought through it just like she tried to fight through her tears, trying so hard to think of something other than what happened. She wasn't going to fall apart on a city sidewalk.

She walked a block away so if Jackson wanted to follow them it would at least take him awhile. She hailed a cab refusing to say anything at all until she knew no one could see them or hear them. Finally she was able to get one and she gave them the address of their apartment building.

"Please don't tell him." She whispered to her friend, her voice cracking. She knew what had happened wasn't entirely her fault. And really she did the best thing she could do in the situation. She was drunk, but now she was fully aware of what had happened. The only thing she could be glad about was the fact that she stopped it and walked away. But she felt so dirty.

"I won't." She responded, unsure of what to say.

"I just…I have to tell him." She said letting a few tears fall but quickly wiping them away. Her stomach twisted and turned the closer she got to the apartment.

"I understand. If you want to talk…I'll listen." She offered, the buzz must have been wearing off or the shock was sobering her up much like it had with Lydia.

"Thanks." But the last thing she wanted to do was talk about it. Frantically she searched through her clutch to try and fix whatever make up would give her crying face away. She hoped he was too distracted to notice her cry face. Lydia paid the cab driver as the two of them shimmed their way out of the backseat of the cab.

"Are you ready?" Allison asked quietly as Lydia nodded quietly taking a deep breath and trying to calm herself. Allison opened the door and she walked in first, the guys were sitting on the couch engrossed in something super intense kill streak or something like that. The girls really didn't know what it was but they just knew they weren't supposed to speak until it was over. Both girls slipped off their high heels and went into the kitchen, Lydia poured herself a glass of water and grabbed the bottle of aspirin, while Allison ate a handful of chips Scott and Stiles had left out. Lydia didn't even have the energy to say anything about it.

"Have fun?" Scott asked, not bothering to look up from the screen.

"Yeah it was fun." Allison spoke up as Lydia started walking towards her and Stiles' bedroom.

"Going to bed babe?" Oh his voice, it about broke her. Hearing it just made her regret everything that happened that night since the moment they left each other at the restaurant.

"Yeah." Was all she could muster up.

"I'll be in in a few minutes."

"Sounds good." She said entering the bedroom and closing the door

"Dude you're going to bed? It's only like two am."

"I know but I had an exam this morning, kind of tired. And I want to make sure she doesn't choke on her own vomit." He told his friend who ultimately understood. Lydia went to the bathroom and washed off her face and undid her hair form the up-do it was in, letting her waves fall free. She then went back into the bedroom and changed into one of her lacy nightgowns and crawled into bed, feeling like absolute crap. She pulled the grey duvet over her body waiting for Stiles to come into the room.

Finally at 2:34 am the door opened and he walked, and going straight to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Afterwards he took his shirt off, already in his sweat pants, turned off the light and then climbed into the other side of the bed.

"Have fun tonight?" She asked quietly. He laid his head on her chest and placed an arm around her waist.

"Mhm" he was tired, she rubbed small circles on his back with one of her hands "how about you, you seem pretty wasted right now." He laughed softly, drowsiness laced in his voice.

"Fun might not be the word." She admitted.

"I would love to hear about your night, but I'm tired." He chuckled and she breathed a quick sigh of relief, at least she wouldn't have to fess up right away. She could have at least a few more hours of bliss with him in her arms, because she had no idea what was going to happen when she told him. Because she had to tell him, she wasn't going to be one of those people who kept a secret for years only to have it destroy them later. No matter how small of an incident had occurred. "I love you." He whispered tilting his head up at her and kissing her passionately for a good solid minute. The whole time she wanted to wither up and die. He loved her so much, how could she do this to him?

"I love you too." She whispered back, the words feeling sour on her lips, bitter. But she did love him, she loved him so much.

Those were the last words spoken because his eyes were closing and his breathing slowed. She wanted to tell him and get it over with but, she would have to wait until they were both awake enough to hear it. She sighed and kissed the top of his head, hoping he would understand.