Sagesse ☾ Derek Hale {2}

fourty; happy birthday, lydia

"Stiles, I really don't want to do this," I look into the reflection of myself in the passenger mirror again. My makeup and outfit are simple, but cute. Good enough for a party that I have absolutely zero desire to be at. "With the unfortunate series of events that have become life, partying isn't really something I am in the mood for."

He groans from the driver's side of the car before looking over at me briefly, "It's for Lydia. It's her birthday," I just stare at him with a blank gaze before he finally rolls his eyes. "I didn't want to show up alone. Plus, I might need your help with my present."

"Help...as in?" I look into the backseat where a huge, wrapped pink, box sits. I have no idea how he managed to even get it into the Jeep.

"As in getting it out of the car and possibly through the front door?" He sends me an award winning Stiles smile hoping it'll butter me up.

"First; I have very little hope you are getting that either out of the backseat or into the house," His smile falls and he throws me a sarcastic look. Before he can say anything I turn to him slightly, "Second; you're amazing, Stiles. If Lydia needs some big extravagant gift to see that; that's her fault, not yours."

His sarcastic expression falls and for a moment he just looks ahead silently. Then as we stop in front of Lydia's house, or mansion as I prefer, he gives me an honest small smile. "Thanks, Abby. That was actually so nice it was honestly a little scary coming from you."

I laugh loudly, somewhat glad I ended up Stiles tonight. I might have no want or need for partying, but Stiles helps. Since I left Derek's presence earlier I don't think any emotion has come over me other than anger and sadness. Stiles helps switch that up again. 

"Let's go, so I can help you bring in this stupid box," I jump from the passenger seat to the ground. "Which looks like it is big enough to put a small horse in."

I pull up the lever of the passenger seat, causing it to come forward, hoping that will make enough room. I then turn to Stiles with a fake look of fear, "Oh god, you didn't get her a pony, did you?"

He laughs before lightly pushing my arm. With the both us it only took about 10 minutes to get the box out of the car and to the front door. I move around Stiles and ring the doorbell, knowing there is no way he was going to be able to do so. I move back behind him as the front door opens and a surprised looking Lydia stands there, full drink tray in hand. 

I laugh lightly as Stiles sticks his head out from behind the large gift, "Happy birthday!" He shakes the box vigorously, which I am honestly surprised he can even do with the size of it. "We're coming in!" I take a step forward behind Stiles before he rebounds backwards as the box gets stuck on the door way.

"Stiles-" He moves forward again and now the other side gets jammed into the doorway. "Um-"

Stiles starts shoving the box inside as Lydia watches with wide eyes. He finally almost gets it into the house, "Maybe grab the other side? Or, yeah."

I watch as Lydia just shakes her head slightly before turning her back to us. She raises the full tray of lavender colored drinks before yelling over her shoulder, "Don't forget to try the punch!" I do admit, alcohol or not, that punch looks really good.

Finally Stiles and the box both fall past the doorway and onto the floor of the foyer. I can't help the loud laugh that rips out of me at the sight. I step inside before reaching my hand down and pulling Stiles back up to his feet, "I mean, at least you got it!" He only gives me a look as he moves forward to the gift again. "Maybe just push it over to the table over there?"

He nods agreeing and huffs before finally moving the box into position. I turn my head to the side and catch a glimpse of Scott a few feet away. I grip Stiles' arm and force him into following me until we meet Scott. All three of us turn to walk down the hallway and I start to look at all the expensive artwork hanging on the walls. Damn Lydia's parents, I thought we lived comfortable, but this is extravagant.