i'm a loser, baby

lydia martin. senior at beacon hills high. potential valedictorian. you probably have no idea who i am.

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Text: Lydia

Stiles: You would be cool with us going to the same college, right?

Lydia: Why wouldn't I be?

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Text: Lydia

Stiles: I'm going to make my choice by the end of next week.

Lydia: You probably should.

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Text: Lydia

Stiles: I'm down to 2 choices. Stanford and Berkeley.

Lydia: I almost went the Stanford route but I had a gut feeling about Berkeley and I went with it.

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Text: Lydia

Stiles: I feel the same.

Lydia: Well, good.

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Text: Lydia

Stiles: That I want to be with you. As long as you want me.

Lydia: I don't think I'll ever not want you.

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Text: Lydia

Stiles: Hey, I'm in this for the long haul, babe. Whatever that means. ;)

Lydia: What does it mean?

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Text: Lydia

Stiles: I just figured you'd tell me.

Stiles: Berkeley is a good school.

Lydia: I didn't want to assume anything.

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Text: Lydia

Stiles: Maybe not. So, you never told me...what college did you decide on?

Lydia: You didn't ask.

Lydia: Berkeley.

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Text: Lydia

Stiles: Have you been working on your valedictorian speech? I've got my salutatorian one done. Imagine what everyone will think when they announce that I'm salutatorian. Everyone still thinks I"m dumb.

Lydia: I don't think they'll be as shocked now that we've been dating so long.

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Stiles: I like you.

Lydia: I like you too.

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Stiles: I'm kind of cheesy but I don't care.

Lydia: I like it.

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Stiles: I think you'll like it.

Lydia: I'm sure I will. You're good at everything so I'm sure promposals are on that list.

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Stiles: Good. I am so pumped for how cheesy and perfect it is.

Lydia: Oh gosh.

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Stiles: Can I still do mine?

Lydia: Of course.

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Stiles: I was going to ask you, by the way.

Lydia: I was hoping you would.

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Stiles: Absolutely.

Stiles: They'd be stupid to ask. I think everyone knows I only have eyes for you.

Lydia: Okay good.

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Lydia: Will you go to prom with me?

Lydia: I know I'm supposed to wait for you to ask me that, but I want to get my promposal in to you before anyone else does.