Stiles and Lydia awkwardly sit at a coffee shop in Beacon Hills the day after the pack’s big win.
“So,” They both start and then Stiles laughs, clearly uncomfortable, “You go first.”
“I’ve been thinking,” Lydia says, slowly and deliberately, “And I think that this, us, just isn’t working.”
Stiles lets out a sigh, “Oh, thank god.”
“You feel it too?” Lydia asks, letting out a breath and relaxing into her chair.
“It’s like kissing my sister,” Stiles says, “No offense.”
“None taken, I completely agree,” Lydia takes a sip of her coffee, “Plus, after seeing you with Derek. Well, it’s just a little obvious that you’re more into him than you were ever into me.”
“I, what? I’m not into Derek! You’re into Parrish!” Stiles word vomits, then lets his head thunk onto the table, “Is it really that obvious?”
“I think the only person who doesn’t see it is Derek,” Lydia smiles, “And I’m not into Parrish, I’m into the idea of getting the hell away from Beacon Hills and finally going to MIT.”
“Good, you deserve better than this shit town,” Stiles says, “We both do.”
“You deserve someone who makes you smile.”
“Look, Lyd, we both know I don’t have a chance in hell with Derek Hale,” Stiles runs his fingers through his hair, “He’s so out of my league I think we’re playing different sports.”
“Don’t sell yourself short,” Lydia tells him, standing up, “And maybe ask him how he feels about all of it.”
“Yeah, right, I’m just going to walk up to Derek and tell him I find his asshole tendencies charming and that I want to kiss his stupid face,” Stiles says and then stops when he sees the look on Lydia’s face, “He’s right behind me isn’t he.”
“I’ll see you around Stiles,” Lydia says, then adds, “Derek.”
“So, you find my asshole tendencies charming huh?” Derek slips into the seat that Lydia vacated.
“Please leave me here to die in shame,” Stiles says into the table.
“But then how would I kiss your stupid face?” Derek says and Stiles looks up to see Derek grinning at him.
He smiles back. There’s a whole new world of possibilities in their smiles.