A/N: I've been told to delete this story, and I will but not after I post the final chapter. I feel really bad guys, I wasn't going to post this for another week. If you guys ever want to go back and read this story again or whatever I will be posting it to my AO3 account. /users/Colacherricola/profile. I'm sorry that this isn't longer guy, but remember it was only supposed to be a couple pages long and I hadn't expected it to turn into a real story but it did. Anyway I hope you enjoy :)

I do not own Teen Wolf

Forget it, I'm not deleting this story. But that doesn't mean that it won't get deleted.

Chapter Four

The next day when I showed up to work I was asked once again to step in for Courtney, who apparently hadn't shown up to work today at all. The difference today though is that Jeff sent me to makeup and wardrobe. I was a little confused but I didn't say anything because, hey, it was fun.

Then I was put in a lot of different scenes, some of the parts were small, others were bigger. They're going to have to do a lot of scenes with Courtney and a lot of add ins. I felt really sorry for the crew and the computer people who were going to have to put everything together.

After a while I had been taking a break since as far as I knew I was done for the day, but Jeff hollered for me, "Hey Nixie!"

I perked my head up, "Yeah?" He motioned me over to where he was sitting. I approached him and noticed that the rest of the cast was standing around. Dylan for one was smiling and bouncing around like he couldn't stand still. "Yeah?" I asked again.

"We need your help with one more scene today."

I shrugged, "Sure, which scene?" Jeff listed off a scene. I tensed up. I knew that scene, that was the kissing scene between Stiles and Amelia. I laughed nervously, "Heh heh, actually I don't think I can help you with that one."

There were a chorus of 'ooo's' and Posey hit Dylan on the shoulder, "She just shut you down, bro."

Dylan was still grinning but he had stopped bouncing, "Ouch, I'm hurt."

I back peddled, "No, no, no! Sorry I didn't mean- it's not that- I wasn't trying to- it's not- it's not anything to do with you!" I took a deep breath, everyone was staring at me, most people looked amused. "It's just that," I hesitated, "I've never… kissed anyone before, so I wouldn't even know where to start…" I looked at my feet feeling extremely embarrassed. They probably all think I'm pathetic.

It was quiet for a second before there were a few 'aw's', then I was being hugged on both sides by Crystal and Holland. "That's kind of really adorable," Crystal said continuing to hug me.

Slowly I looked up to see if the guys thought I was pathetic. They all just looked kind of shocked. Even Jeff's eyes were wide, "Nixie you're like twenty, how is it possible that you've never—"

I blushed and turned my gaze back down at my feet. My eyes started to burn with tears, I felt so humiliated. But I would not cry here. "I don't know. You know me. Socially awkward. Guys don't talk to me, let alone ask me out on a date. So it's just never happened." I said refusing to look at anyone. Crystal and Holland had stopped hugging me but still had their arms around my shoulder. By the end of my speck their grips were tighter.

I risked a glance back up at the boys. They were in a group, the Tylers were facing me and Dylan was in the middle of them with his back turned to me. They were smiling but not mockingly so I felt a little better, they were mostly looking at Dylan. I didn't know what was wrong with him but his neck looked as red as mine felt. I wonder if he felt embarrassed for me. Maybe he thought I was so pathetic that he couldn't even stand to look at me. That thought made my shoulders slump and my gaze fall back to my shoes.

We were all silent for several minutes except for the boys. The Tylers had gone from just staring at Dylan to nudging and talking to him. The burning in my eyes got worse. I've had enough of this. I turned out of Crystal and Holland's grip and turned to leave.

"Nixie wait," Jeff called out. I turned to him but didn't trust my voice enough to speak. "We could do the scene up until the kiss and then stop. We can always do that scene later."

I looked over at Dylan, his face was a little pink, but he was smiling sheepishly at me but it didn't feel like he was making fun of me, so I smiled back, "Okay."

The scene wasn't that hard or even that long, but I still had to change clothes for it. Basically what happens in this scene is Amelia, after finally finding out about werewolves, druids, darachs and the whole Nogitsune/Stiles story, she starts helping Stiles out with research. One of the big things about Amelia and Stiles scenes is that even after finding out about the Nogitsune she never looks at Stiles differently. That'll play a big role in later episodes. So for now they were researching, Lydia said something felt off but she didn't know what. And since Lydia feels when people are about to die, Stiles and Amelia are trying to find out what's wrong this time and while doing research they get close and well- that's where we end it. Easy…

Stiles opened the door and swung his backpack on his bed, his room was tidier than I had imagined it would be. But then again I didn't know a whole lot about teenage boys' rooms.

Stiles gestured me inside, "Welcome to my humble abode. Make yourself at home. Dad's working right now and won't be back until later so we don't have to worry about explaining what we're doing." He stopped talking, then his eyes got wide and he laughed, "That sounded really bad."

I couldn't help giggling as I threw my backpack next to Stiles', "Yes. Yes it did."

I was awkwardly quiet for a minute until Stiles jumped like he had remembered something and started to clear off his desk chair, "Uh you can sit here if you want. I'll- uh- got get another chair and the books Deaton gave me." He paused, "You could start looking on the internet, if you want. But there's a lot on the internet that's just wrong."

I had to laugh a little. Stiles and I had known each other for weeks now, maybe even months and sometimes he still acts nervous when I'm around. But I've notice during these weeks that he's like that with almost every girl except Lydia. That was a new development in their relationship.

Stiles was smiling his goofy smile at me before— "Oh right! I'll go get those now," he said pointing over his shoulder and then basically tripping over himself to get out of the door.

Usually Stiles was pretty good around me. We usually just joked around especially now that I knew about werewolves and everything and I was hanging out with his friends. But for some reason now he had resorted back to the way he had been when we first met. Which is fine and kind of cute but it just makes me wonder why.

I tried to get on his computer but it was password protected and I didn't know the password so I just sat and waited for Stiles. After about a minute I was curious, I glanced back at the computer then I listened. Stiles didn't sound like he was coming back right this second. I turned so that I was facing the computer full on, I put my fingers on the keyboard and hesitated. What would Stiles' password be? I thought for a moment.

L.y.d.i.a.

The welcome screen went away and the home screen popped up. So Stiles still had a thing for Lydia. Ouch. That shouldn't hurt at all. I knew. Lydia had told me that Stiles used to be in love with her. He had been for years. But Lydia thought he was over it. Apparently not. And that hurt, and it shouldn't. What did you expect? For it to be your name? I grimaced at the voice and shook my head to get it to go away. I took a deep breath and opened a browser to get to work.

Roughly five minutes later Stiles came back into the room, balancing a stack of books in one hand and a plate in the other. "Hey I thought you might be hungry so I brought—" he paused and for a second and looked at the computer, then at me, then back. "Snacks."

Oh shit! I should have logged back off! Shit! "Uh…"

Stiles put the plate and the books down, "I must have left my computer on."

Stiles was sweet. We both knew that was a lie, and he was giving me an out. So this was the moment of truth, I could lie and tell him he did indeed leave his computer on or I could tell the truth. "Sorry, I just kind of guessed… apparently I'm really good at guessing." So that was it. Stiles knew that I knew that he still had a crush on Lydia. I felt bad for breaking a little bit of his trust like that.

"Cut!" I jumped and turned to look at Jeff. The scene wasn't over. What did I do wrong this time? "Nixie, do you even read the script?"

I shrugged, "Just enough to know the lines."

Jeff threw his hands in the air, "The password wasn't in the script. You were just supposed to sit there and look pretty."

I rolled my eyes at that, but I did feel bad, "I'm sorry?"

Jeff didn't say anything for a minute, "Don't be, it was good. Now we have some tension in the scene." He was quiet again before he nodded, "We'll see how it looks in editing. Good job. Dylan, good job at picking up on it. Let's roll with this and see how it turns out."

"Action!"

Stiles just nodded before he left to get another chair. Shit! I probably made him mad and now he'll never want to talk to me again. Okay, that was probably a bit dramatic, but still.

A little while later we had been sitting mostly in silence, except for a few odd comments here and there. We were both starting to get tired and antsy. I reached over to grab a book, Stiles reached for it at the same time, his hand landed on top of mine. We looked at each other, our eyes met. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Then he blinked and the moment was gone, he let me have the book.

"Sorry."

That's where we were supposed to kiss, Dylan backed off just like he said he would. But Jeff hadn't called cut. Does that mean we keep going?

I blinked a couple of times before shaking my head, "Its fine." I started searching in the book, "Wait is this it?"

Stiles leaned over to look at my book, "That could be it!"

Now that we knew what it was we were looking for, we started frantically grabbing other books to see what else we could find. For several minutes it was just us saying what we found out loud, progressively getting more excited.

"Can you find how to kill it?" Stiles asked.

"I think I found it!" I beamed at him, I could feel my face flush with excitement. I finally got to help the pack.

I held the book so that Stiles could read it. We were really closed now, but neither one of us paid attention to it. He skimmed the passage in the book and beamed, "That's it."

I laughed, Stiles was staring at me but I didn't care. I turned so that I could get my phone to text the others. I didn't get turned very much before I had hands on both sides of my face. I looked at him, Stiles was staring my lips, then his eyes flickered up to my eyes. Then he was kissing me. I was so surprised I didn't react at first. It was chaste and soon he pulled back. But he didn't go far, he looked at me again before kissing me again. Deeper this time. My heart was racing and I felt myself start to lean into the sensation. Then I covered his hands with mine and he deepened the kiss more.

And suddenly the moment was broke. I wasn't Amelia and he wasn't Stiles. I was Nixie and Dylan O'Brien was kissing me. He wasn't supposed to be kissing me.

I broke the kiss and didn't notice that Dylan had tried to follow. I stood up so fast that I knocked the chair over. I looked at Jeff, he was just watching, the other members of the cast were smiling. I looked down at Dylan who was still in his chair, he looked dazed and confused.

I felt embarrassed and humiliated. I could feel tears burn in my eyes, "I- uh—" that's all I got out before I started running.

"Nixie wait!" I heard Dylan call out behind me but I didn't stop.

I wasn't paying attention but eventually I ended up in a quiet and secluded place. I backed up against the wall and slid to the floor. I was trying to catch my breath and calm my racing heart but I couldn't. I wanted to cry. Sure Dylan O'Brien kissed me, but what if he and the others were making fun of me like Courtney had said. What if this was just one more way to do that? But on the other hand I shouldn't be sad, Dylan O'Brien kissed me. Me. But the thought of him doing it for a joke made me want to vomit.

I didn't cry, I just kind of sat there with my knees pulled up to my chest and my arms wrapped around them. I don't know how long I sat there before Jeff found me, he didn't say anything at first. He just sat down next to me. Finally Jeff spoke, "Why did you run?"

I shrugged, "He wasn't supposed to kiss me. That was my first kiss, he knew that. I wanna say that it does matter all that much to me, but… Did you see how the rest of the cast looked at me? What if it was just one big practical joke? And what if that made me scared? Terrified, even?"

Jeff seemed to think about what I had said, "Do you really think that the cast would do that? Do you think Dylan would do that?"

I sighed and shook my head, "I don't want to. But what if—" I cut myself off. I didn't think they would do that. I especially didn't think Dylan would do that. "But then why did he do it?"

Jeff took a deep breath, "I'm going to tell you something. The scenes that you and Dylan are in together, they're good. They just flow. You guys complement each other well. You guys have this Chemistry, not everyone has that. And I can't be created and you can act like it's there. If it's not, then it's not. And you guys have it."

I hesitated, "So you're saying that we go well together? Like he might have done it because he likes me?" I looked at him like he was crazy.

Jeff nodded, "Don't look at me like that. I'm serious," he paused. "He approached me about you, you know." My eyebrows shot up, I didn't know. "He did. He came and told me that you were a better Amelia than Courtney. He suggested that since this is the first week of shooting and we're already behind, just to give you the part."

It made sense now, "That's why you started making me go to makeup and wardrobe."

Jeff nodded, "I believe he said you were a 'natural'," Jeff made quotes around the word. "And I'm inclined to agree. I was even going to ask you today if you would take the job."

I ducked down and hid my face behind my arms, trying to hide the blush on my cheeks. "He really said all that?"

"Yes."

I started to freak out just a little, "What does that mean? What do I do?!"

"It means he's insanely worried that you're never going to talk to him again. And you should probably forgive him for being an idiot because he's really sorry."

My head shot up, "Dylan?"

He grinned sheepishly, "And then maybe you should agree to go on a date with him."

My eyes grew wide but I couldn't make my mouth work. Dylan must have taken that as a no because he started talking really fast, "Or not. Probably not. If you don't want to you don't have to. You probably don't want to. I'll just go now and maybe jump off a cliff. But you should take the job because you deserve it. I'll just be going now."

Dylan turned around to leave, that got me moving. I jumped up and grabbed him by the arm, he looked back at me. He looked so embarrassed. "Yes."

He blinked, "Yes?"

I grinned, "Yes to it all. Yes, I'll take the job. Yes, I forgive you. And yes, I'll go on a date with you."

Dylan smiled, "Really?"

I laughed, "Really."

Dylan stepped closer, suddenly I felt crowded, but it wasn't a bad feeling. Slowly he put one hand on my waist and the other on my fact. He tilted my face up so that I was looking at him in the eyes, then slowly he moved down towards me, giving me plenty of time to back out. Instead I gripped his shirt and surged up so that we were kissing.

It made my head spin. I was kissing Dylan O'Brien and he was kissing me back. He wanted to go on a date with me. He wanted me to be his Amelia. I couldn't help but smile into the kiss.

Suddenly there were wolf whistles and cheering. And Posey saying, "Ugh get a room you guys."

Dylan and I smiled into the kiss but didn't stop.