Lydia would never admit to being nervous to this date thing she had going on with Stiles. She’d never admit that she’d put a little extra effort into her hair and make up, or that it took her a whole thirty minutes longer to pick out a dress and a pair of shoes. She’d never admit to these things, but they were all true. Stiles Stilinski was a mystery, and Lydia liked mysteries. Very little things in life were challenging to her, and she certainly liked to be challenged. When the doorbell rang, she took one final glance in the mirror in front of her, pushed her hair over her shoulders and turned abruptly to go and answer, obviously happy with the way that she looked. She took her time, getting to the door and when she opened it she wordlessly stepped around Stiles. With her back turned to him, he couldn’t see the way that her lips turned upwards at the fact that he hadn’t worn a plaid button down because she’d told him not to and he certainly couldn’t tell that her heart beat had increased ever so slightly, which with her heightened senses she could hear too well. Turning back slightly, she tossed him the keys to her car. “We’re taking mine that way I can leave whenever I want…” She paused for a second, “You don’t look half bad, Stilinski.”
Stiles caught her keys and shook his head, “Always surprising me aren’t you? Are you thinking about running away during our date because I will say that would suck.” The second thing she said about him not looking bad made him smile and he walked up quickly so he was standing next to her, “You look amazing as always.” He messed with the keys in his hand and put his in his pocket. He really didn’t mind taking her car, it was probably better in a way since he had a blue jeep that most people would look past and never end up buying with their own money that they saved up since they were fourteen. “So I know we said movies but I have a surprise before that. You know how you showed me a spot when we first met? I wanna show you one. I found it once when I was out, when I was just out wondering.” Stiles smiled at her thinking back to when he found it, it was when him and Allison were doing what been daily training for their hunting. “You ready?”
Stiles was glad he finally got Lydia to accept a date with him, he didn’t go on millions of dates where he used to live but he been on his fair share of them usually with his old girlfriend Heather. It been awhile since his last date and he was actually really excited about this, plus it helped that he really liked Lydia. There was something about her since the first time he talked to her. Something so different and interesting. Walking up to her front door Stiles knocked on Lydia’s door before scooting back again and putting his hands in his front pockets. He tired his hardest to dress nicely, remembering she told him not to wear one of his button up flannels. For some reason he wanted to impress her, really impress her with this date. Lydia was one of those girls you couldn’t just get flowers, you had to show her you really cared and that’s what he wanted to do. Once the door open Stiles smiled and stepped closer, “Hey.”
Everything seems to be sweet to you. You’ve somehow even twisted your image of me into something that can be viewed as sweet, and that’s not easy to do. Ask anyone around school. I don’t know actually. No offense or anything, I just don’t particularly see murder as a healthy bonding exercise. You know?
Maybe I just see something in you that you aren’t used to people seeing? No offense taken, I don’t think it’s healthy either but it’s the way he works, I don’t think he likes the killing part it’s more showing Allison and I how to use the weapons, I guess. It’s not really the preferred thing to do but all in all my uncle is a really great guy.
Yes, well… I like to know who I spend my time with, Sherlock Holmes. No harm and nothing sweet in that. I do have to say that I didn’t peg you as the kind of guy that finds fun in the murder of innocent, defenseless creatures.
So you’re really taking this whole spending time thing pretty serious? It’s sweet to me. I don’t think it’s that fun, I probably wouldn’t do it if I didn’t think I had to. Not that I have to or anything, just bonding with my uncle… You know?