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"Well, well, what do we have here?" Someone mused, way too loudly for early in the morning. I opened my eyes and squinted, trying to get used to the sunlight. I tried to pinpoint where the voice was coming from. "Why is it that I am never invited to slumber parties? I just don't understand." Peter sighed.

I may have just woken up, but I was awake enough to roll my eyes. Erica sat up and flipped him off. Derek laughed, from the other side of the room, before he took a sip of his coffee. Isaac ducked his head and tried to hide that face that he was chuckling, too. Boyd just looked amused.

"I guess everyone is up." I sighed.

"You're more than welcome to come back to my loft, with me, if you're still tired, Bonnie." Peter winked. I suppressed a shudder. He's good looking and everything… Ya know… if I was into the whole creeper, wolf-zombie type deal.

"I'd rather not. Thanks…" I told him, before I yawned. Derek looked like he was going to spray his mouthful of coffee.

"She's too young for you, Peter." Derek told him. Peter just clicked his tongue.

"Age is only a number." He argued.

"If that doesn't scream pedophile, I'm not sure what does." Erica quipped. Everyone laughed at that one. Well, everyone… except for Peter.

By the time I left Derek's loft that morning, Peter had been dubbed 'Pedowolf.' I'm not sure if they'll ever let him live that one down.

As soon as I stepped through the front door at home, I saw an excited Lydia waiting for me. She clapped her hands together and looked at Jackson knowingly.

"She's been waiting for you to get back, all morning." He sighed. Lydia just looked excited.

"We're going shopping." She told me. I nodded, slowly. Jackson shrugged, like he's been made to do it way too often.

"If I had to go, so do you. I mean, look at me. Who can say no to this?" Jackson asked, gesturing to his face. I laughed and rolled my eyes.

"Could your ego be any bigger, Jackson?" Lydia asked him. He shrugged.

"Probably," he admitted.

"Damn it, Lydia, I'm not watching The Notebook, again." Jackson fumed. Lydia didn't seem too impressed by his complaining. She seemed set on it and not even I would cross a pissed off Lydia. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I wasn't a fan of the movie, either.

"One more time won't kill you, Jackson." She told him, calmly. He just seemed to get more and more aggravated.

"So… You're a Nicholas Sparks fan?"I asked her. She nodded as she looked over at me and smiled. "A Walk to Remember is my favorite of his. The Lucky One and Safe Haven are pretty good, too." I added. She considered what I said.

"I can't even remember the last time that I saw A Walk to Remember. I haven't seen the other two, either…" Lydia thought out loud. "Why don't we have a Nicholas Sparks night? We can watch those three movies and Jackson can have a break from The Notebook."

"Fucking chick flicks, again?" Jackson groaned. I shot him a warning look.

"I'm sorry. Do I hear you complaining?" Lydia quipped. He shook head. "Good. Bonnie, call Stiles and have him come over. We can double. I'll make the popcorn and we can order out. Tomorrow's our last day of break. It's the perfect night to do it."

"What are we even on break for, anyway?" Jackson asked. I shrugged. I just moved here. How would I know?

"There was a fire in one of the chemistry labs. They've been rebuilding part of the school. You live in Beacon Hills. How do you not know that?" Lydia asked him. He shrugged.

"I have better things to do with my time."

"Of course you do," I mused, trying not to laugh.

"I knew Mandy Moore was an actress, but the only other thing I've ever seen her in was Tangled." Stiles admitted, as we watched the end credits for A Walk to Remember.

"I can't believe you've never seen The Princess Diaries." Lydia told him, shaking her head. Jackson snickered as he switched the DVD.

"Wait, that was her?!" Stiles asked her, in disbelief. "I thought she was Anne Hathaway."

"The main character is Anne Hathaway." I replied.

"I'm confused."Stiles sighed.

"It would be the first time, Stilinski." Jackson teased him.

"Mandy Moore was the bitchy one in the movie." Lydia supplied. Stiles nodded slowly. I could almost see the gears clicking into place.

"Ahh… Okay. I gotcha."

"Jackson and I are going to call it a night. I'll see you in the morning." Lydia told me, before excusing herself. I looked over at her and tried to ignore the knowing look that she was giving me. I blushed, as she and Jackson went upstairs.

"Well, that wasn't awkward… at all." Stiles spoke up. I laughed. Leave it to Stiles to find the fastest way ever to break an awkward silence.

"Subtlety isn't their forte." I agreed. He laughed and slipped his arm behind me. I bit my lip and scooted closer in his embrace."

"It's okay. There's only so much Jackson I can take. I have to take him in doses."

"You're not alone there." I giggled. He looked over at me and we locked eyes. I couldn't help smiling at him.

"You should do that more often."

"Laugh?" I asked him, suddenly reminded just how close we are sitting together.

"Smile," he breathed, shifting even closer. "You're so beautiful."

"I'm really not." I argued.

"You are, like really, ridiculously beautiful." He promised. I looked down at my lap and smiled, biting my lip. "If I… If I kiss you, can we just continue our movie night and not make this into something more than just a kiss? Everything else in my life is already so complicated. It would be nice to keep this simple." Stiles asked me. I looked up at him and replayed his words in my mind. Did I hear him right?

"Yes," I whispered. "Simple is good. Let's just… enjoy tonight." I heard myself agreeing.

Oh, my God. He's going to kiss me. I can feel my heart racing a mile a minute. Stiles cupped my cheek and moved his face closer to mine. My breath hitched and I forgot how to breathe. It felt like time slowed down, as his lips inched closer to mine. I moved a bit closer and touched my lips to his. My eyes fluttered closed and I felt a spark flow through my entire being.

He reached an arm behind me and brought me closer. He deepened the kiss and slipped his tongue inside of my mouth. The kiss made me feel alive. All of my nerves were exploding with sensory overload.

I pulled away and stared at him, dumbstruck. My hand flew to my mouth. He looked at me like he was trying to figure out what just happened.

"What was that?" He asked.

"I don't know… I don't know."

"It's never happened to you before?"

"Never."