Allison, Lydia, Cora, Malia, And Kira pose for the wedding photo as the guys watch. After a few of those photos, the guys jump in, standing with their assigned bridesmaid. Scott and Stiles approach Allison and Lydia timidly whole Isaac slides happily behind Cora. Scott smiles awkwardly behind Allison. Meanwhile, Stiles takes a swig from his flask before wrapping his arm around Lydia's waist. "Alright now the pairs of bridesmaids and groomsmen," the photographer shouts. Malia and Kira step away and three pairs line up.

In between photos, Stiles can't help but say something. "Lydia you look beautiful," he stars before smiling for a photo. She ignores him. "I'm so sorry." He smiles for another photo.

"Now just the bridesmaids!" The photographer shouts. Stiles grunts to himself and walks away from Lydia with Isaac and Scott. Lydia blatantly ignores Stiles as he walks away. Stiles watches Lydia and she stands in between Ali and Cora for a photo. Stiles fumbles with his fingers and taps his foot anxiously. He watches Lydia fix her hair and smile and just look utterly fucking perfect and it kills him. She tucks her hair behind her ear and suddenly a million memories of her performing that simple little task flash through his head. On spring break when they got out of the ocean and she tucked her wet locks behind her ears. After they made love in her apartment and the sunlight beamed around her like a halo as she pushed her hair back. When he broke her heart on the streets of the city that day and the rain poured down on her as she tucked her hair yet again behind her ear. He loves her. He loves her little motions and her perfect body. He loves her heart and that beautiful brain of hers that is so insanely smart. He loves that her imperfections are so wonderful and that she doesn't try to hide them. He loves the love that she has for her friends. Stiles loves all of it and he is done hiding it.

As Lydia poses for her another picture Stiles clasps his hands together and shouts to her from his spot behind the camera. "I love you Lydia Martin! I've loved you since the third grade! And I fucking love you now." His words hit her, hard. Lydia's face falls and she freezes. Allison quickly grabs her hand in support. Everyone goes silent, waiting for her response. She stares right at him as he looks back at her. Lydia drops her head.

"I'm sorry I can't, I can't do this right now." And with that statement, Lydia rushes away to hide in the dining and ball room. Stiles stands in shock, heartbroken. Everyone now stares at him. He looks down at the floor.

"Well that's that, I'm going to go get superbly drunk." Scott watches his best friend rush away and rubs his forehead. Kira and Malia smile dismally.

"Alright then, I think that's enough professional photos, lets move onto the couple first dance, we'll meet you there," Cora tells Kira and Malia as she drags Isaac, Scott, and Allison with her. Cora stops in her tracks once they are away from the couple and in the ball room. "Alright you two." she states, pointing at Scott and Allison, "what's the story?" Allison and Scott start fumbling over their words.

"Well we just haven't talked since the break up and-"

"We're okay now we just-"

"Not you story you idiots, Stiles and Lydia's!" Cora exclaims. Scott and Allison blush as Isaac chuckles to himself.

"Oh right, well, Lydia finally admitted her feelings for Stiles and he drove away and now they both love each other and are to broken to be together," Allison explains.

"Ha! I win the bet! You all owe me twenty smackers!" Isaac yells in excitement. Cora glares at him.

"Not the time Isaac," Cora starts, "why don't they just get together?" Cora asks.

"Why don't these two get together?" Isaac questions mischievously gesturing to Scott and Allison. Allison bites her lip and Scott looks at the ceiling tapping his foot anxiously.

"Isaac seriously not now! Go to the mic and announce Kira and Mal!" Cora tells Isaac angrily before sighing in annoyance. Isaac scurries away.

"I'll talk to Lydia, lets just focus on Kira and Mal, its their day," Allison reminds everyone. The three of them nod and walk into the small crowd of people spread out around the dance floor, some standing and others seated at their assigned tables.

Isaac stands behind the mic, next to the DJ. "Excuse me everyone," every voice in the room becomes hushed until it is completely silent. "Now for the first time as a married couple, I present to you Kira and Malia!" He shouts. Kira and Malia enter the large room, hand in hand, smiles glowing. everyone claps and watches happily as the couple makes their way to the dance floor where they will have their first dance.

Stiles watches the couple as he gulps down yet another drink. They don't know how lucky they are, Stiles thinks to himself. They get to be with each other for life, unapologetically. They get to be happy with each other and live together. That is all Stiles wants, to be happy, with Lydia Martin. He spots her a few yard away, watching the couple dance with a bold, beautiful smile on her face. That beautiful face, fair skin, bright green eyes, and a mess of fiery hair that he could just lose his hands in. Without thinking, he begins to walk over to her, slowly, not quite knowing what he means to accomplish by approaching her. Lydia does not notice him until he grabs her hand. She jumps and turns to him, her face falling. Stiles instantly starts to cry. She looks at him with this intense pity. "Stiles I mean it I can't do this right now," she repeats herself.

"Then don't Lydia, but please, just let me enjoy right now with you, let me enjoy this wedding with you, we can yell later, you can scream at me, but just be happy with me here, for now," Stiles begs, debating getting down on his knees. Lydia sucks on her bottom lip anxiously.

"Ok, ok Stilinski, I'll be happy with you right now," she says taking his other hand and putting them both on her waist. He smiles in relief and wraps his arms around her back completely. She, in turn, folds her arms around his neck, so they can't get any closer than they are. Lydia smiles up at him as he gazes at her lips. They share a quick, lighthearted kiss.

"Thank you Martin," Stiles states with a grin still playing on his lips. A few feet away Cora nudges Allison with her hip. Allison looks at Cora who points to Stiles and Lydia. Allison, now looking at Stiles embracing Lydia, smiles.

"Thank god," she whispers. When the song ends Isaac invites everyone else to the dance floor. Most people do move to the dancing area, except for Stiles and Lydia who are entranced in each other, not moving from where they sand on the edge of the dance floor. An hour goes by and they still haven't moved, they just dance with each other, barely talking, just taking it all in. Allison smiles as she eats her dinner with Scott, Isaac, and Cora. Though everyone else besides her has finished eating. Isaac smiles as he stands, taking Cora's hand and leading her to the dance floor. Allison avoids Scott's gaze. Scott does the opposite, staring right at her. He clenches his hands into fists. Shaking his head he stands from the table, walking around it until he is next to Allison, mumbling "fuck it" as he walks.

"Alright Ali, c'mon, lets dance and I'm not taking no as answer, you dumped me, the least you can do is dance with me," Scott states. Allison looked up at him halfway through his little speech. She smiles and nods reluctantly, taking Scott's outstretched hand. "Holy shit that actually worked," Scott states in surprise. Allison laughs, truly laughs at him, with him as he walks her to the dance floor.

A song called Brandy comes on, its chill, yet the chorus is upbeat. Allison and Scott grin as they begin to dance calmly together. He holds her hands as they sway, not fast, but not slow. Scott surprises Allison when he spins her as the beat picks up during the chorus. She laughs loudly, not trying to hold it in. Scott feels his heart heal a little as she laughs. She's so perfect, I love her. Scott continues to shock Allison with his dance moves. When he spins her again she laughs even louder than before, her dress billowing around her. Scott dances casually with her for a few moments before pulling her in so her back is to his chest and his arms are over her chest. She is comforted by his breath on her neck. She missed this, this innocent fun. He spins her out, holding one of her hands and shaking his own body slightly. She giggles and mocks him. People around them begin to notice them. Kira and Malia clap as they dance. Flashes go off as the photographer snatches photos of them. Cora, Isaac, and Derek watch with smirks on their faces. Even Lydia and Stiles, who still haven't moved or let go of each other, notice Scott and Allison's magical dance. It's almost healing to watch.

As the song begins to come to an end Scott spins Allison one last time. He than plants a hand on the small of her back and she wraps her arms around his muscled neck. Scott takes a chance and dips Allison. Her hair touches the ground as he tips her towards the floor. Allison suddenly tunes everything out, the couples, the music, the flashes, it all goes away, she even forgets that she is pregnant. Scott, as always, gazes lovingly into her eyes. And she, for the first time in awhile stares back into his. He is going to kiss her, he leans in to kiss her. He wants this, the crowd wants this, and Allison, god Allison want this more than anyone. Despite this she pulls away from Scott's grasp, the song ends, and the camera stops flashing. Scott looks at Allison, heartbroken, confused. Allison begins to cry and sprints away as fast as she can. No one sprints after her, and she is okay with that. She runs all the way out of the hotel and to the side walk outside. Leaning against a lamp post she sighs. "Fuck."