A/N: Okay so I got some interesting feedback from the last chapter. Nothing bad really but eh, just kind of discouraged me for a bit. Because of that however I would just like to make it perfectly clear that this is mostly a fluff story with small and occasional conflict (and I've actually been planning some to occur btw). Really I write this for myself and I share it with others because I know a few of you enjoy it, and all I would like to say is that if you don't like this story then don't read it. Simple as that. Anyway, here's another chapter, fairly fluffy, just a warning. Like I said I have some conflict that I plan on ensuing soon in future chapters. Also I might be doing a few one shots that will be separate from this story, not sure yet but keep an eye out. So please take this (even though it is short) for now and enjoy!

It was that awkward time in life where they weren't quite kids anymore but they definitely weren't adults yet. It was the precious time before they had to grow up in the blink of an eye and be responsible for themselves. Although their transitions would be far less terrifying then everything they've had to deal with in the past few years. It was the middle of the summer right after their senior year in high school and right before their freshman year in college.

"What are you thinking about?" Stiles asked his girlfriend who looked like she was in one of her banshee like space outs.

"What? Oh nothing really." She told him as he set down the tray of food he had in his hands on the picnic table where his favorite strawberry blonde was perched.

They were out on one of their summertime dates, this day happened to be their first anniversary. Both of them wanted to keep plans minimal and low key because werewolf drama tended to creep in if anything was meticulously planned. So surprisingly they both agreed to eat at a local fast food joint that had a pick up window and only picnic tables for seating.

"Are you sure?" He asked doubtfully as she removed her topping-less (except for lettuce) hamburger, water bottle, and French fries from the tray as he took his burger with everything on it, curly fries, and extra-large soda.

"Mhm." She smiled at him as he dug into his food. It was nice to be alone together for their first anniversary of dating. What would the third grade versions of each other think? But it was nice and simple, as they sat there as the sun set and the sky turned dark with nothing but a few stars and only a sliver of the moon, thank God. "Can you believe we've been together for a whole year?"

"Best year of my life." He managed to say between chewing and swallowing a mouthful of curly fries.

"Aren't I lucky?" Lydia said raising an eyebrow and using her best sarcastic tone. He had some not so elegant tendencies but she loved him despite it.

"Not as lucky as I am." He said reaching across the table, placing his hand on the top of hers and rubbing it gently as he smiled widely at her.

"That's probably true." She tried to keep a straight face but he made it sort of impossible, her face cracked into a smile.

"Seriously though, I couldn't be happier." He said letting go of her hand so that they could both finish their meals. "Not to be cliché or anything." He bit into his massive burger.

"Well I'm glad you're content with me." She teased, sipping her water bottle.

"More than content babe, more like ecstatic and extremely satisfied."

"Satisfied…well that's good adjective to use I suppose." She smirked. "I think even I would use that one."

"Well that is always very good to hear." He said, pleased with himself. She chuckled lightly at his pride. "So how did the job go today?" Stiles asked, she had been tutoring a few kids in math over the summer to keep herself busy and to earn a little extra spending money for college in the fall.

"Alright, I guess. The kids aren't too bright but I guess that's what I'm there for. How about you? What did you do today?"

"I was just at the station today, nothing too exciting."

"You and Scott get in trouble again?" She questioned, popping a fry into her mouth.

"No. Actually. I was just helping my dad out with some stuff, no big deal."

"You know, you're pretty good at that whole 'finding clues' thing, ever think about doing something like that."

"Yeah, I mean I've thought about it but I don't think it's something I want to do for the rest of my life. Too stressful."

"Oh. Well it could always be Plan B if the whole computer programming stuff doesn't work out." She never knew what to say about their future endeavors, she was so happy right now and she wondered how long they were going to stay together after college hit and everything. They were going to the same place, but things could get different, things could easily change.

"Maybe."

"It's just you're good at it, you know, that's all."

"Thanks." He said with a soft smile as he finished the rest of his burger. The rest of the meal was a bit silent, Lydia unsure of what to say next. Not because he made her feel like she couldn't, but because she was suddenly realizing how scary the future was coming and how scary it was.

"Are you cold? Here." Stiles said as they threw their trash away. Lydia was a naturally cold person and it seemed like by the end of any night she had his jacket wrapped around her petite frame. And for summer it was unnaturally brisk, especially when the wind blew. He shrugged his hoodie off and she graciously accepted it.

"Thanks." She said as she tugged it loosely around her.

"Hey, I'm going to get a milkshake, you want anything?" Stiles asked as he walked towards the order window.

"Yeah, a small vanilla milkshake, if you don't mind."

"Of course I don't." He said as they walked towards the line, as they stood there he wrapped his arm loosely around her waist, lightly rubbing his hand back and forth on her side giving her the warm and fuzzies. She reciprocated once they had ordered their frozen treats and were waiting by the pick-up window. He had since wrapped his arm around her shoulder as they waited for their number to be called and she reached her arm around his waist for a moment before snaking her hand lightly up his shirt, ever so lightly touching the skin on his back affectionately. She knew he enjoyed it by the goose bumps that had begun to surface. He kissed the top of her head softly wishing he could even possibly love her more.

"My house or yours?" Stiles asked as they were about to come up on the turn to get to her house.

"Yours is fine." She said before taking a sip of her milkshake.

"We're watching The Notebook tonight aren't we?" Stiles asked looking at her, a playful cringe on his face.

"No. But we are watching a Nicholas Sparks movie but you can pick which one."

"You're so thoughtful." He joked.

"It's either A Walk to Remember, Dear John, or…Safe Haven."

"Safe Haven?" He questioned, unsure of which one that was. "The one with Channing Tatum?"

"No that's Dear John. You haven't seen Safe Haven yet."

"Then let's just watch that one." He decided that at least he might be slightly entertained because at least he hadn't been subjected to that atrocity yet.

Once they got to the Stilinski house they went straight to Stiles' room and Lydia put in the latest Nicholas Sparks film adaptation. To be clear, Stiles would not be able to accurately review this one because after lying in bed for a few minutes Stiles got a bit bored and then handsy and before they knew it they were hardcore making out. Things were heating up but at the same time and they were already down to their underwear when Stiles sensed that something wasn't right.

"Hey, hey. Babe, what's wrong." Stiles asked as he pulled away, best he could, and removed his hands from her lower back and placed them on her face, getting her to look at him.

"Nothing, I'm fine." She said as she tried to lean down and kiss his neck as her body was straddled along his propped up one.

"No, you're not. What's wrong?" He asked, moving her face so that she had nowhere else to look other than his face.

"I don't know." She said.

"Here." He said as they moved their bodies so that they were both more comfortable in the dark room illuminated by the TV screen. He lay flat on his back with her laying directly on top of him, head on his chest, legs entangled, one arm next to his face, the other holding his hand while his other hand was splayed on her back under the covers. "You know you can tell me anything."

"I'm scared." She whispered a few moments later.

"Of what?" There were currently no new mythological creatures in town at the moment.

"Of what's going to happen once college starts."

"Uh Lydia you were valedictorian, I don't think you have to worry about losing any scholarships."

"No, like what if all this shit follows us."

"Well it might, but we'll always have each other. Just like we do now. It's been better since we've been together too you know."

"But what about…us?" She whispered the last word, it was barely audible.

"You don't think we're going to last?"

"I don't know I'm just scared. I'm so damn happy right now, being with you. I love you so much and I can't imagine what would happen if we didn't last. It's all too perfect, it's going to end." A warm tear fell from her eye and landed on his bare chest.

"Lydia, baby. The last thing I want is to lose you. I waited for like nine years for you to finally be mine, I'm not going to let anything tear us apart if I can help it. I mean if you wanted to be done, if it meant you would be happy, that'd be okay. But I don't want to do that, I want to be with you. I have for like years."

"Years?"

"Uh yeah. Not to be creepy. And ever since we've been together, I don't know I just sort of see us together for a long time, so I'm not too worried."

"A long time?" She asked, raising her eyebrows, not that he could see.

"Like a long time as in married." He said his voice fluctuating, they had only been dating a year but he couldn't imagine loving anyone else.

"Really. You'd want to marry me?"

"You're like the only person I want to marry. Not like tomorrow or anything, but someday. I mean maybe that's too far in the future to think, things could change."

"No. I mean, I…I can see that." She said squeezing his hand tightly. "Us…married."

"You don't have to agree with me."

"No. But that's what I want, I want us to last. I've never been this happy." She said determinedly as he kissed her head and she rolled off of him and next to him.

"Really?" He was a bit hesitant.

"Yeah I mean, I've thought about it a few times." She was looking directly into his eyes, being completely vulnerable and honest. "I think I could get used to being called Lydia Stilinski one day." She said softly as she glanced down at their hands being re-linked to each other.

"That's the best thing I've ever hear you say."

"Remember that one day does not mean tomorrow or next year or anything." She smirked and his smile only grew.

"Right. Of course."

"Maybe…I don't know…maybe, maybe we'd even have a few…kids too." The words were falling out of her mouth, they weren't intended but they were vulnerable, honest, and truthful.

"K-k-kids?" He was dumbfounded.

"You don't want kids?" She asked a bit offended.

"No no no! That's not it. I totally would love to have kids, especially with you." He placed his hand on her side, moving her closer to him. "I just didn't know if you wanted them or not. And I'm just surprised where this conversation has gone, I guess.

"Yeah me too, actually. But yeah, I think kids would be good one day. You'd be really good with them."

"I-I don't know about that." He was flustered.

"You would." She told him honestly.

"We'd have really smart kids, you know that right?" He said with a wide smile, like he was already proud of them or something.

"They would be geniuses." Lydia said smiling as she leaned into his face kissing him chastely with a bit of excitement. "And gorgeous."

"Oh yeah, our babies would be super cute." He nodded, smiling. Both of them genuinely smiling and giggling now. "And for now, we can still be stupide young adults you know. We're going to college, the best time of our lives. I promise, we'll get through it. I'll always be here for you. Always."

"Same goes for you. I love you."

"Feel better now?"

"Mhm. I like knowing that we both want a future together. Without all of this werewolf shit too." She said smiling.

"Definitely without all of this werewolf shit." He agreed, pulling her back on top of him as she leaned down to kiss him with returned passion.

"Thank you." She whispered in between kisses.

"Anything for you. Happy Anniversary."

"Mmmm, Happy Anniversary." She moaned as he began to kiss her neck. "I love you."

"I love you Lydia Martin." He breathed into her skin, making her want him for longer than forever.