I apologize for the lack of updates on this story. Sorry... But I was caught up in my other story, and well... yeah. Tee-shirts! And in case you have forgotten what they look like,

Team Jacob X

Team Edward X

Team Stiles. :D :D


Tenwolf1: Thank you for your kindness. I appreciate them:D *Hands beast tee* here you go! Enjoy!

Love muffins: Oh my gosh! You're soooooooo great! We did have a blast, and I know your a fan of Starkid as much as I am('Cause you commented on my Harry Potter- APM/ AVPS fics) and we sang, 'Voldemort is going down,' in line, and once it was over, we started to sing 'Gotta get back to Hogwarts.' We received so many weird glares, but most came up to us and was like, "I effin worship you for doing this." So again, thank you! Here's a boss tee shirt (And a boss headmaster Zeffron poster) I hope you get high from my update! That sounded weird, and very bad...

P.S, Listening to their soundtrack ( AVPM) right now. 'Home.'

missfervent: you're my friend now:D Thank you for that nice comment! I try my hardest to keep theses people in character. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't and fails miserably. I hope you had fun at your camp, and you should charge you battery. (From review to One Night. One Chance)

To kere-boo101: Thank you so much! I loves Stiles and Lydia together! Here's your boss tee! Thanks for the review!

To: 93DarkRose: I know right? Awkward Stiles, makes me feel awkward and sad watching/ writing him. Mostly because he's embarrassed and flushed. But he's a cutie and keeper. I know, I wish they'd put more love in for Stiles? When will Stiles feel the love? And thank you again for the review. Here's your tee! Enjoy.

And again to 93DarkRose: OOOOHHH!I'm sorry you didn't get your candy bar soon enough. *Quickly hands two* there you go mate :D Thanks for the review, again!

Don't own a thing. Sadly. And if I did, Allison wouldn't be 'snogging' or making out, with Scott 24/7. As beautiful as BOTH of them are, it's just makes me feel uncomfortable. Especially when my mom's in the same room as I am, and she's folding laundry watching it with me. It's kinda awkward...

Also if I owned this boss show, Jackson wouldn't be such a jackass to Lydia or ANYONE for that matter. And, Stiles would probably never wear a shirt... Does that make me sound clingy? Hope not...

She ran towards her room. What else was she to do? Stay downstairs and let those animals hit her? Let them take advantage of her weakness? Let them savagely destroy her hopes and her dreams? It was too abject to her liking.

So she sprinted towards her room. Trying her very hardest to keep quiet not to wake her Aunt and Uncle, and especially not her cousin. "Well, well, well..." Lydia stopped on the fifth step closest to the next level of the house.

She cursed herself under her breath for being to loud, and for being up this late and returning 'home' at 5:00 in the morning. Especially on a Tuesday night when homework and school was always a big affair in her life, seeing as she's the smartest at Beacon Hills, she has a reputation to maintain. But what did it matter? No one looked up to her now...

She silently turned, beginning her journey downward. "Look who the Prince dragged in." She smirked. An evil, wicked smirk that meant hate towards Lydia. Her hair was tied up in a pink bow, matching with a knee- length vintage dress with pure white leggings. Her black shoes shinning with the light.

She tilted her head, walking towards Lydia. "But seriously Lyd, what bad boy took you out tonight?" She asked, circling the anxious Lydia. She teased her, twirling her red curls beneath her perfect white finger. Lydia gasped at her hair being pulled slightly while Sara, her cousin, released her hair and faced her.

"Was it Jackson?" She smirked.

Lydia gasped, "H-how-"

"How do I know, Princess? How do I know about your perfect, popular, hot and sexy boyfriend? I don't even go to your school and I know every spec about you." She circled her once more. Slowly and intimidating, "February 12, 2011, Dear diary-" Lydia gasped silently, but loud enough so her cousin could hear. She smirked and continued, "today Jackson took me to a picnic in the park. Romantic enough to kiss by the flowers. It seems that he actually loves me. I hope so," she giggled, "Because I'm so in love you, Jackson. If only I could grow the courage to tell you." She smiled, finishing.

"You read my-"

"Read your diary? Read your emails, read your documents..." she touched her shoulders, "I read your life. And the part that was real interesting to me," she began to make her way to face her once more. Her hands behind her back like an innocent child. Though she wasn't. She was a 16 year old, 88 pound of pure devil. "Was the part when you described your mom, your dad, and your sister."

"December 4, 2010, Dear Diary, I haven't told you much of my family, but I'll try to be as descriptive as possible:

My mothers name was Lana. She had beautiful red hair that laid on her shoulder. She was thin and tall, like a super model, but more beautiful.

My father's name was George. He had brown hair and green eyes. He was very handsome, and as a child he's always pretend to my prince and I would always be Cinderella.

My little sister's name was Celia. She was a baby when she died. My horrible Aunt did it. She chocked her because she wouldn't stop her whining, and I experienced it. It was the most horrific thing I've witness. She didn't even get caught.

Do I try to call the police? Never. These people, these horrible people are my family. The only family I have left. And if they go to jail, then I won't have anyone..." She smiled.

"Touching. Don't you just love having a photographic memory? Oh wait, you don't." She giggled, "You have to work...This 'll be our little secret. Everything, from the Diary to coming home late. You know, if someone would've just happened to introduced me to their lovely boyfriend... Then I don't know," she squealed silently, placing her perfect white fingers towards her lips. A smirk held the whole time, "Maybe my tongue won't slip to mommy and daddy."

"You want Jackson?"

"No I want his cloths, yes I want Jackson, asshole. And by the way," she took a step closer, "I suggest cleaning your room." She smirked.

Lydia turned her heels, running upstairs into her room, she saw it completely a wreck. Her bedspread and pillows weren't on her bed. Her books were torn out,her desk cleared off, her things sitting on the floor. She groaned, seeing her cover page of her diary lying on the floor lifeless. Zero pages inside.


"Hey Lydia," Stiles called. She was at her locker, reading. Her hair was braided in a low, side pony tail. She wore skinny jeans and tank-top. He walked up to her, she looked from her book up at him. Smiling, she placed her novel in her locker.

"Hi Stiles. Um, I just want to say thanks again, for yesterday. It was a lot of fun, at the movies. I had a lot of fun with you- an-and Scott. Yeah, and Scott." She blushed.

He smirked, "Thanks. No you totally deserved it. We were kinda the reason you two broke up and... and we needed to pay you back."

"Well, thank you again." She shut her locker, "I have to get to class, but... I'll see you at lunch, I guess? Bye," she walked out of his presence.

"Smooth," Stiles flinched, turning and facing Scott. He laughed.

"Not funny," he shoved him in his arm. "You scared the shit out of me."

"Whatever man, what'd she say?"


"Lydia? Did you ask her out yet?"

"No, and I can't. She just broke up with Jackson, and I need to give her space. You know what that's like right? Because you are always with me and I need my Stiles time."

"Stiles time? Like, in the shower?"

Stiles rolled his eyes, "Alright, alright. Whatever..."

Bad ending. What do you think about Sara, Lydia's cousin. Pain in the ass huh? Well, I don't know why, but when I was thinking about her character, I thought of this perfect, mommy and daddy's girl, bitch who from her mother and father she's the most wonderful girl.

Review's would mean the world!