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If anyone noticed how late I came in or the fact that I left in the middle of the night, no one said anything. I was too tired to shower, so I decided to crash on my bedroom floor. I didn't realize just how exhausted I was, until my body hit the floor.

I woke up to my phone chiming. I groaned and looked through my texts. I had messages from Derek, Stiles, and Erica.

'Thanks for what you did last night. If you ever need to talk or for someone to return the favor… I'm here.

-Derek'

I smiled at my phone. For a man of few words, he doesn't seem to have any problems getting his point across.

'You don't have to thank me, Derek. You needed someone and I was there. I didn't mean to set you off or drag up painful things from your past. It's what friends do. I hope that we can be friends.

-Bonnie'

I responded to his message, before looking at the others.

'Can I see you today? Just lunch. No pressure. We should talk. I really wanna get to know you better.

-Stiles'

My heart skipped a beat as I read the message from Stiles. I'm excited already. I can't help myself.

'What time? Should I meet you there… or? I'm looking forward to it. And I'll try not to freak out, this time.

-Bonnie'

I went to look at the last two in my inbox.

'Isaac, Boyd and I are having a movie night and we want you to come. You have no idea how happy I am to have another female in the mix. No excuses. Just get your ass to Derek's loft around 8. I am so not above kidnapping you.

-Erica'

'It's Isaac. I stole Erica's phone. She wasn't kidding about kidnapping you. She has no problems forcing me and Boyd to help her. Seriously though, we're not that bad. You should come. It'll be fun.

-Isaac'

I laughed as I read the last messages. Really? Somehow, I don't doubt their sincerity.

'Calm down. I'll be there. ;p You don't have to kidnap me. I'm perfectly capable of getting myself there. Just no sappy movies... Nothing good ever comes from being forced to watch sappy movies.

-Bonnie'

As soon as I finished texting them back, my phone went off again. I looked at it confused, before I realized I was getting a phone call, not another text message.

"Hello?" I answered. I heard Stiles' breathy chuckle on the other end.

"Hey, you weren't sleeping – were you? No, of course you weren't. How can you text people while you're asleep? Unless you do that while you're asleep… Is it like sleepwalking?! Oh, my God. That's awesome!" Stiles rambled. I laughed.

"Stiles! I wasn't asleep. What's up?" I asked him, trying to get our conversation back on track.

"Oh, right, I just, can I pick you up? I just realized that you probably have no idea where half the places in town are. And when's good for you? I'm up, so anytime works for me." He explained. I bit my lip.

"I just need to shower and get dressed, and then I'll be good to go." I told him. I glanced at the alarm clock across the room and saw that it was only ten in the morning. It feels like it's later.

"You have to…" He sounded like he was pained. "Yeah, because you can't shower with clothes on…" His voice trailed off, again. I stifled a giggle. "You should… You should do that. I'll be there in an hour?" He offered.

"That sounds great. I'm looking forward to it." I told him.

"You're not the only one. I'll, uh, I'll let you shower. Bye." He hung up. I laughed and stared at my phone, before I stood up and dragged myself to the bathroom.

I made it through my shower and I only slipped twice. I couldn't concentrate on much. My thoughts keep flashing back to Stiles. I finished drying off and started to blow-dry my hair, when I saw Lydia behind me. I jumped and started to fall backwards. She reached out for me and steadied me. I clutched my chest and turned off the hair-dryer.

"Going out with Stiles, huh?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. I nodded.

"How did you know?"

"He called me, freaking out."

"It's not a date… It's just lunch." I told her. She smirked.

"Sure it is." She sang. I blushed. "I'm curious about your ex-boyfriend."

"What about him?" I countered, trying to figure out where she was going with this.

"I'm curious about what he looked like. I want to see if you have a type." She explained. I studied her face for a minute, before pulling my phone off of the bathroom counter. I looked through my pictures, until I found some of Jeremy. I handed her the phone and brushed my teeth. "Tall, dark, attractive, soulful brown eyes… Let me ask; was he awkward, have good sense of humor, and was too caring for his own good?" Lydia guessed. I smiled at her.

"More or less," I replied. She nodded.

"I know that you aren't going to jump into anything, but keeping your mind open to the possibility of moving on could be good for you." Lydia observed. "I'll let you get ready."

After debating with Lydia, I let her dress me. She's a lot like Caroline, in that aspect. She picked a colorful, printed skirt, a hot pink bralette, a long sleeved, black button-down shirt and navy lace Keds. I thought it was too dressy, but Lydia insisted that it was casual enough.

Stiles was right on time. I pretended not to notice the fact that he arrived ten minutes early and spent all ten minutes pacing in front of the front door. I opened the door when he knocked and tried to convince myself that I didn't get butterflies from the way that he looked at me. Down girl.

"You look… You look great." He breathed. I beamed at him.

"So do you." I told him, after I checked him out. He does. His jeans hug him in just the right way and his shirts hug him in just the right places. He smiled.

"We should go." He said, as he offered me his arm. I took it, gingerly, and walked with him to his jeep.

"I'm glad you called."

"So am I."

I smiled to myself as I watched Stiles cram a handful of curly fries into his mouth. He seemed to notice, because he grinned.

"What?" He tried to ask, even though he was muffled by his food.

"You're adorable." I replied. I swallowed his food and looked at me.

"You say that a lot."

"Then it must be true."

"Tell me about yourself." He changed the subject. I shrugged.

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything."