A/N: I think it's been like two or three years since I posted anything her. Lol. My bad. Well anyway, here's a little Stydia one-shot I wrote a while back, both in an attempt to actually update on this story and in remembrance of TW. Enjoy.

To anyone who wasn't close friends with Stiles in school never would've pegged him as suspicious. In hindsight, many students actually thought of him as a fairly decent guy: funny, geeky, hyperactive, and a little weird. But on top of all that, everyone who was anyone knew that he had a massive crush on Lydia Martin, since third grade to be specific.

Sure, no one had a problem with it. After all, Stiles was allowed to carry a flame for someone, right? Well, in regards to Lydia, his high hopes were going to stay low; that was the one exception.

Seeing that both of Lydia's relationships with Jackson and Aiden didn't last too long, everyone would've wondered what chance a guy like Stiles Stilinski would have. Little did they know that his chances were higher than they seemed to be.

But back to the main point, no one thought Stiles as a suspicious person, by most standards – given Beacon Hills' past history, suspicious didn't even come close to describing him – so naturally, no one would peg him as suspicious walking dubiously into a janitor's closet in the empty hallways of school, right?

Well, Stiles thought it was best they stuck to what they thought.

Because as soon as he closed the door to the janitor's closet, the tackle of Lydia's lips greeted him, her hands roaming through his styled, black hair, which immediately became dishevelled and messy. He fell back against the door, but righted himself up with his leg, and encircled his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and breathing her in, desperately wanting to get intoxicated with a high dose of Lydia.

She pulled away for a second and gave him a naughty, predatory look. "Took you long enough."

"I had to come up with a reason to leave class." Stiles explained, trying to catch his breath while at it.

"A simple 'I need to use the bathroom' wouldn't work?"

He let out a low chuckle before pulling her close to him again, her breath tickling his ear. "Trust me, you wouldn't believe how many times I've pulled that one before."

Lydia simply hooked one leg around his waist and rocked into him and holy Jesus All Mighty! It was all Stiles could do to stifle a long, groaning moan.

"So I'm guessing you forgive me for being late?" He asked, trying hard to control himself. If he wasn't more careful, he was sure they would end up naked in the closet, and someone would hear them and it would all go to hell.

Lydia shook her head and hooked her index finger around the collar of his shirt. "Oh no. You're going to make it up to me."

She grabbed him by the shirt and moved him across the closet, pinning him to the left side of the wall. "One kiss at a time."

Stiles only managed to breathe out a raspy sentence before taking her in. "Then I better get started."

And he kissed her. Stiles held her head in place and stroked her strawberry-blonde with such delight and adoration that she let out a small whimper at the touch of his fingers. Lydia grazed her tongue across his bottom lip and wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him as close as she could.

A few moments later, Stiles found her hands pinching his ass and damn! Did it feel good! He felt incredibly lucky at that moment – this feeling was a bit of a regular occurrence whenever he was around her, but hey! Who could blame him? He was going out with the girl he had a crush on since elementary school, who was right now, he might add, groping his ass and making out with him! In a janitor's closet!

Holy hell, it didn't get better than this!

So when they finally finished, and the bell rang and the hallways were soon engulfed with the nonchalant chatter of students milling around to different classes, they left the closet at different time intervals, so as to not appear suspicious to anyone walking by. Granted, if Stiles' tousled hair was any indication that he had been up to something, then it was no point.

But he figured it didn't matter. After all, and yet again, no one in school pegged him as a suspicious person of any kind; so, naturally, no one would've guessed that Stiles Stilinski had been making out with Lydia Martin in the janitor's closet. So, as he walked down the hallways with Lydia right next to him, he thought gleefully how it was good that everyone stuck to what they thought.

At least that way no one would bother to check the janitor's closets almost every day before lunch.