She'd been providing for herself since the age of fourteen when her parents had died tragically in a car accident. But now, two years late at the age of sixteen, she finally has a place to call home. Lydia was shy. Very, extremely, inevitably, shy. She didn't answer the door when there was a knock or barely responded when spoken to and the only personal information that Stiles knew about her was that she adored books. The Stilinski's had a few problems themselves but Lydia was no harm and kept to herself. Yeah...that's not quite what happens.

"Are you really going to go without asking me the question that you've been dying to ask me?" "Well I'm not.... I haven't been dying to ask anything. I... N-no questions here, for Stiles. Nothing." •••••••••••••• It's the classic room mates switcheroo in which case Stiles and Lydia accidentally assume their newest room mate is of the same gender. And everything's fine two minutes in, but three minutes and Lydia automatically knows that good terms is out of the option. Sure he was sarcastic and a dick and she could live with that (having a few snarky comebacks herself). Until he has sex with his girlfriend. When she's literally a room away. Wait. Did I say girlfriend? "Sweetheart, I don't think you understand. I don't date. And you'll learn that in a couple minutes when the next girl shows up."

Lydia Martin lives a quiet life, her best friends Scott and Allison always at her side(even though they recently started dating). But then the house next door finally gets sold after two years of being empty. To whom? A tall, shy, and skinny boy by the name of Stiles who has just moved in with his father. It's summer so there's nothing to do, why not go over and introduce herself. The only problem is, Stiles is SUPER shy and the teenager tension between Lydia is visibly present.

The Wall was built around the city to keep the werewolves out, but Stiles and Scott decide to sneak outside of it. It may be completely traumatizing since they run into one of the werewolves, but they manage to get out of there alive. Scott vowed to never go out again, but Stiles... Well, he keeps going back. Those steel blue eyes shine like stars, after all.