Unspoken - Book 6 - S.S.

Epilogue - Part 1: The fates

For some reason, Stiles felt more nervous now than he did the first time. He wasn't really sure why. After all, the first time Stiles had waited at the bottom of some stairs for Diana to come down all dolled up in the way only she knew how to do, he had been at the Hills' house, almost two years ago, back when Diana was slowly becoming more than just the girl he admired from afar down the hallways of the school. Sure, at the time, Stiles wasn't exactly sure she would call him her friend - maybe closer than an acquaintance, but not close enough to be a friend - and, as much as, back then, he had it bad for Diana, his crush on the pretty blonde from his year didn't come close to the absolute love and adoration she felt for the same girl right now. And maybe he shouldn't be nervous around her anymore. Diana had told him before he didn't need to be nervous anymore and, realistically, he knew he shouldn't be nervous around her. Not after everything the two of them had been through together already and, especially, not after she had been the only one to remember him while he was gone with the Wild Hunt. She loved him, he knew. She'd never hurt him and never judge him. He knew that. And he loved her just as much. But, still, as he waited there at the bottom of the stairs of the Martins' house, he couldn't help but be nervous.

Stiles had seen Diana's dress. In fact, he was pretty sure Lydia had told her not to show him her dress, but, as soon as she got back from her shopping trip with her best friend with a new dress in hands, Diana had been far too excited with it not to show Stiles. And as soon as the boy took a single look at the royal blue long dress his girlfriend had picked for their prom, he couldn't deny he understood. After all, it was a very beautiful dress and Stiles was sure it would look even better once she had put it on.

So, there he was. Waiting in Lydia's living room so that she would finally be done with his girlfriend's hair and make up so they would finally come down the stairs and Stiles could see Diana and drive the three of them to the school to meet Scott and Malia at prom since they had decided to ride together - they were going as friends though as they made sure to tell them again and again. Stiles was fidgety as he waited. Of course, that was a regular occurance for him, but something about today made the whole thing worse and, as much as he didn't know what it was, he knew the whole room could feel it. And as soon as Lydia came down the stairs to greet him in her fancy long red dress with an amused smile on her face, he knew she could tell it too.

"You look great." Stiles managed to compliment her without stammering too much which was impressive considering how much he was actually trembling.

"Thank you." She smiled at him, before tilting her head to the side a little. "You don't need to stress out so much, you know? I mean, she is your date and your girlfriend. And you look good too. Did you get the corsage the way I told you to?"

At her question, Stiles nodded, showing the little box in his hands to Lydia and pulling it open in front of her so the girl could take a look at the flowers inside. Of course, as soon as Stiles realized that this was prom and it was something Diana had been dying to experience ever since she was a freshman, he knew he needed to make sure her night was perfect, so that included being the perfect gentleman all night, slow-dancing with her, making sure she had at least a little taste of the horrible punch he was sure they were gonna be having and, of course, buying her the corsage. He didn't have a clue on how to do that so, obviously, he turned to the one person he knew could help him with that. And that one person was Lydia Martin herself.

"That's perfect, Stiles." Lydia nodded after taking a few seconds to look at the flowers inside the box as Stiles let out a heavy breath of relief. "You really took what I said to heart, didn't you?"

"You said simple flowers so they wouldn't out do the dress and a gold ribbon to match the details on it." Stiles shrugged. "I wasn't entirely sure what simple flowers meant, but I figured white ones were a safe bet, right?"