Touch pt.2 | Lydia Martin

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"Good morning."

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"Oh, I should've gotten a haircut." Sheriff grumbles, stressfully running his hand atop of his head.

"You know what? Someone your age should be happy you still have hair." Stiles hums, smiling at his dad.

"And happy you don't have a lot of wrinkles." Charlotte adds with a nod, smiling at Sheriff Stilinski when he turns to look at his two kids.

"Well, I think you look great." Scott smiles kindly at the adult.

"Kiss-ass." Stiles and Charlotte mumble, sneakily high fiving each other.

"Thank you, son I should have had." Sheriff nods, playfully glaring at Stiles, who stares back at his dad in mock offence.

"And you..." Sheriff trails, turning to Charlotte with raised eyebrows.

"I'll come back to you." The adult murmurs, making Charlotte grin at him.

"Oh, what the hell am I doing? This is a terrible idea." Sheriff huffs after a few moments, starting to undo his tie.

"I think the fuck not." Charlotte grumbles, quickly walking over to the Sheriff and lightly smacking his hands away from the tie.

"Wait, woah, dad, it's just one date, okay? Beacon Hills isn't going to implode while you're out with one woman... or man." Stiles raises his eyebrows suggestively.

"Someone give me a Lacrosse ball to throw at him." Charlotte turns to her best friends.

"No." Scott immediately shakes her head, his eyes widening.

The Lynx immediately starts laughing at Scott's panicked expression, her mind taking her back to when she had 'accidentally' hit Scott in his groin with a Lacrosse ball to teach him control.

One of the best days of her life.

"It's a woman, Stiles." Sheriff sighs.

"Nice, I love women." Charlotte hums with a smile, nodding to the Sheriff when she finishes fixing up his tie.

"And she is a very, very beautiful woman." The adult adds.

"Which beautiful woman by the way?" Stiles asks slowly, making Scott perk up a little, the two wanting to know who it is.

"It's none of your business. Either of you." Sheriff replies.

"But it's Arlo's business?" Stiles asks.

"Everything's my business, Condom Carrier." The Hale grins, turning back around and flicking her best friend's forehead.

"Bitch." Stiles grumbles as he rubs his head, earning a pointed look from the Sheriff.

"Stilinski! Stilinski!" A voice from outside of the Sheriff's office yells angrily, catching everyone's attention.

Sheriff Stilinski moves from in front of the three teens, quickly opening his office door to see Donovan struggling against the hold of two deputies, his glare dead set on the Sheriff.

"I'm going to kill you." Donovan snaps, glancing between Scott, Charlotte and Stiles when they too walk out of the office.

"He seems friendly." Charlotte mumbles.

"Not now." Scott whispers from next to her.

"Donovan, if you think that shocks me, remember that it was well documented in your anger expression inventory." Sheriff scoffs, completely unbothered by his threat.