So, I got the idea to do this from a photo that I saw floating around Instagram. I decided to turn it into a fic, but I'm not going to completely copy the photo. I'm just going to kind of elaborate on it, I guess. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf, nor do I own Stiles. Please stop reminding me.

Stiles Stilinski has had a crush on Lydia ever since he could remember. He loved her long, wavy, strawberry blond - NOT red; never say it's red - hair and how it perfectly framed her face, how her gorgeous hazel eyes lit up when she got excited about something, and her smile. Oh, god, her smile. It's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

Stiles wouldn't really like to go as far as saying he loved her. But, if he was being completely honest, he did. He loved Lydia Martin. He tried not to think about it, to ignore it, to push it away. Knowing that he loved her, but, despite this, couldn't have her, hurt.

Then, he met, and started getting to know Malia. He was immediately smitten with her; ever since he first laid eyes on her human form. She was beautiful, to simply put it. Everything about her was beautiful. And she, just... she made Stiles happy. It had been a long time since he remembered being so happy.

It still wasn't enough, though. Stiles was in love with Lydia. No matter what, he couldn't get that simple, yet frustratingly complex, fact out of his head.

He never told Malia about his little - okay, huge - crush on Lydia. And he never told her about him still liking Lydia after all this time. That's sort of like cheating, isn't it? Thinking about someone while you're with someone else. Well, now he seemed like a complete fuckbag.

Of course, Stiles felt bad about this. He wanted to like Malia. He wanted to love her, in fact. But, no matter what, his heart always told him that Lydia was the one he loved.

He dreamed about Lydia a lot. He dreamed about their kiss. Of course he was suffering from a panic attack when it happened, so it wasn't as romantic as it could have been, but it was his first kiss with Lydia. It's hard to forget about or stop thinking about kissing your lifelong crush for the first ever time. He couldn't help but hope that it wasn't their last.

So, here Stiles was, making out - rather messily - with Malia, when - of course, of course this had to happen right now - he started to think of Lydia. How perfect Lydia's lips had felt against his. How he had felt a jolt of electricity shoot throughout his body when her lips first touched his. How right them being together felt.

Stiles felt nothing while kissing Malia. He didn't have much experience when it came to kissing people, but he knew that you were supposed to at least feel something while kissing your girlfriend. But, no. He felt nothing. Well, besides the sudden urge to get away from her.

Stiles pulled away, breathing deeply before looking at Malia. She was staring at him, shocked. "I'm sorry," Stiles panted. He shook his head. He couldn't do this anymore. He couldn't keep pretending that he wanted to be with Malia.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, gathering more courage and oxygen in his lungs.

"It's oka-" Malia started to say, but Stiles cut her off.

"No. I'm sorry," he said, feeling like a total douche for doing this to her. He had to tell her the truth, though.

"You-I... I can't do this. I can't." He stood up from the ground, wiping the dust and dirt off his pants. He turned to walk away before he did anything stupid - well, anything even more stupid than what he had already done - when Malia grabbed his arm.

"What can't you do? What's wrong? What happened? Did I do something?" She was shooting questions out of her mouth a mile a minute. Stiles shook his head, sighing. Great, now you've made her think that it's her fault, he thought to himself.

"I can't do this," he began, waving his arm around the two of them in circular motions. "I can't pretend that you-" He cut himself off, muttering a "damn it". He had to own up to it. It was the least he could do after putting Malia through all of this.

"You're not her," he said, staring Malia straight in the eye. She looked confused. "You're not Lydia!" He shouted.

Malia was silent. Stiles didn't take that as a good thing. Not at all.

"There are some things I haven't told you," he said, his voice low. "I've been in love with her since the third grade. I thought I was over it. Well, that's a lie, I knew I wasn't over it. But, I wanted to be. I wanted... more than anything, Malia, I wanted to be with you. But I just can't."

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

"I don't know, Malia. I just don't know. God, I'm such a fucking idiot."

Malia shushed him, pulling him into a hug. "You're not an idiot. I understand. Doesn't mean I'm happy about it, but I get why you didn't tell me."

He shook his head, looking at the ground. "Look at me," she commanded. He reluctantly looked into her eyes.

"I want you to go find Lydia and tell her how much you love her. Because she deserves someone like you. And you deserve her back."

He was appalled. Why was Malia acting like this? She should've been screaming at him, telling him how much she hated him, slapping him, anything but this. Stiles couldn't understand why she was helping him.

Suddenly, he remembered something. He shook his head. "No. I can't. I mean, she... Lydia doesn't even like me."

"What do you mean she doesn't like you?" Malia scoffed. Stiles stared at her incredulously. "Well, I think she made it pretty obvious after... hmm, I don't know, could it have been after ignoring me for eight years?"

That boy never fails to be a sarcastic nitwit, does he? Malia thought to herself.

"Dude, she likes you. Have you seen the way she looks at you?" Stiles didn't respond. Malia had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing. "And here I thought you were smart," she joked.

"Are you sure? I don't want to embarrass myself. Any more than I already have, anyway."

"I'm sure. Go get your girl." He still looked uncertain. "But... wait - why are you helping me?"

Malia sighed. "Stiles, you've taught me a lot. I know how I'm supposed to treat people because of you. I'm not gonna be selfish and try to keep you away from Lydia. I can see how much she means to you."

"I'm serious," she added as an afterthought. He nodded. "Thank you. Listen, I'll call you, okay?"

He ran off - actually ran; that's Stiles for you - to go find Lydia. Malia smiled, pleased with herself for doing something nice by setting them up. Malia knew how lonely Lydia had been, and she was happy that Lydia was finally going to get a good guy.

I am actually kind of cringing right now; sorry about how terrible it is. I'm going to post this, though, only because I promised my sister I would. Review, please! I'll also take any suggestions! Love you guys - Madysen :)