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The dance might have been stiles best moment of sophomore year, up until the whole looking for Jackson, Lydia almost dying and then being kidnaped by a crazy wear wolf alpha part of it. Up until that bit, it was pretty super fucking awesome, at least in stiles opinion.
To start off the night he got to pick up the girl of his dreams from her house, he knocked on her door like it was a proper date, Lydia's mother opened the door with a kind smile on her face. Lydia did that whole teen romance movie thing where she came down the stairs looking like a fucking goddess, and oh god he couldn't believe he actually got to take Lydia Martin to homecoming. Lydia's mom gave him the whole be safe to talk which stiles couldn't hear because he was too busy gawking at how beautiful Lydia was and still is. He almost regrets not listing, but she honestly took his breath away for a solid minute. He hoped he wouldn't accidentally tell her that and make a huge fool of himself. Next thing he knows he is walking Lydia to his jeep.
When they arrived at the dance stiles did his best to be the perfect gentleman, he couldn't ruin whatever this night was with him being too childish. As soon as the car was parked he ran around to Lydia's door to open it for her. Next that asshole Jackson is walking by being an ass, getting Lydia to mumble incoherent insecurities. Stiles thoughts apparently transcended into the real world because he told her that she looked beautiful and she looked like his words mattered to her; at that moment Stiles was sure his heart hear out of his chest.
Yelling at Lydia was not part of stiles plan, yet there he was yelling a Lydia about almost everything he had been bottling up over the last year and a half in high school. How she was pretending to be stupid, why she kissed his best friend. He might if let it slip that he has been in love with her since the third grade. Somehow; magically it worked. Lydia Martin grabbed Stiles by the forearm and was slow dancing with Him. It was the best hour of his life. Surprisingly at least for stiles, never a moment too awkward. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, her head was in the crook of his neck. His hands were just above her waist. They felt like two puzzle pieces that just kinda... fit.
Stiles was not upset when she went to look for Jackson. He understood, he got his perfect night, so why shouldn't Lydia. That's when everything went downhill. He almost wished he stopped her. That he never asked what was wrong, they might of just dances the entire night. Perhaps things might have gone his way. Perhaps...