❝The end is unknown but I think I'm ready as long as you're with me❞ It all began when Jackson stood her up for a date. ( extended summary inside ) ( short story )

He lifted his head and suddenly his eyes didn't have the same caramel hue, just plain brown and I didn't want to map his paint splatter moles like the infinite galaxies I read about at the library. I watched as his ski slope nose became less of an art piece and the hair I once loved to fiddle with looked coarse and dull, I guess that's the only way you can describe unloving someone.

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.

"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."

When Stiles' trusty Jeep falters on him, the sarcastic boy is caught in a drifting state and only one person can see him. Jacy, a whisperer of sorts, has dealt with plenty of ghosts, but Stiles is a different case entirely. She has to put Stiles back in his body before it's too late and hopefully survive something called a deadpool. || between season 3b + 4 & 4 ||

"Stiles Stilinski? He's just a myth."

"Oh God. Where to begin? First of all I got one of my best friends pregnant senior year, beautiful baby girl. She's two now and I'm still madly in love with her mother, have been since the third grade. And I've basically been in the friend zone ever since Claudia was born. We both have our own apartments and we switch off custody days... Oh and I slept with Heather a couple days ago, But what's new with you?" Stiles says with a full on sarcastic grin, taking the straw of his soda between his teeth. Scott raises his hand as though he's in class. "I slept with my exe..." He offers. ~~~ After two years of online colleges and unexpected movings, the pack reunites back in Beacon Hills to support Liam through his senior year. Claudia is now on the brink of turning three and it's clear even to her that Stiles and Lydia still like each other.

Both fresh out of high school, Stiles and Lydia are on the path to a new life. When those paths happen to cross though, things don't go the way they expected. Lydia is everything Stiles wants, but he just isn't her type. As they spend more time together, Lydia's feelings start to change. Stiles is convinced it's meant to be, but Lydia is skeptical of fate.

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.

"Game plan. Throw a kick ass party and have Lydia Martin fall in love with you." "I'm pretty sure that's not how it works..." "And I'm pretty sure that's exactly how it works." Stiles wasn't even remotely close to popular and having a crush on the most popular girl at Beacon Hills didn't exactly help. But apparently (according to his best friends) throwing a kick ass party would help get him a little bit of radar. "You're the kid that threw that party right?" Lydia then makes it her full fledged job to un-nerd him. She calls it her best idea yet: project Stilinski.