Sterek(oneshots)

Entertained

The scent of the salty ocean spray and the warmth of the mid-afternoon sun were almost enough to put Stiles to sleep. If it weren't for the panicked rambles of Lydia. The spread of food on their table and the alcoholic fruit drinks remained untouched in front of them. The patio overlooked the ocean. The sound of muted laughter and conversation from below was even relaxing. Stiles didn't know how Lydia could be this wound up in such an environment.

"What if they don't make it? What if their plane is delayed? I shouldn't have let her fly separately." Lydia chewed on the end of her pen as she stared at the seating arrangement laid out before her.

"Lydia, they're gonna make it. She's not due to land for another twenty minutes." He closed the folder in front of her. "And you've perfected the seating arrangement, stop looking at it."

"But what if Erica doesn't like sitting next to—"

"Stop." Stiles held up a hand. Erica will be fine to sit next to whoever you put next to her."

"Isaac," She huffed, crossing her arms.

"Isaac? I thought it was Malia?" Stiles opened the page to see Lydia had yet again changed it. He groaned.

"Malia and Erica are too similar, I think they'd clash." Lydia pursed her lips at Stiles' disapproving stare.

"No more. You're just gonna make things more confusing for the poor planner."

"I should call her, huh?" Lydia grabbed her phone. Stiles snatched it from her.

"As your man of honor, I am telling you not to worry, everything will be fine. As your friend, if you don't stop, I'm gonna tell Cora when she gets here."

Lydia's expression darkened. "You wouldn't dare."

"She specifically told you to leave the worry at the airport." Stiles pushed a mimosa toward her.

With a roll of her eyes, she raised it to her lips. The buzz of her phone had her putting it back down and lunging towards it. But Stiles was too quick.

"Lydia Martin soon to be Hale's phone," He answered enthusiastically.

"Stiles," Cora laughed on the other end. "Is she wound like a top?"

Stiles put the phone on speaker so Lydia didn't have a stroke. "She's currently enjoying a mimosa."

Lydia leaned across the table. "Did you and Derek land okay?"

"We did. Derek is getting our bags now. We should be there in about fifteen minutes."

"Okay, see you soon, love you."

Stiles was relieved to see Lydia visibly relax.

"See? No reason to worry," Stiles said when he hung up the phone.

"You and Cora are gonna have a nice afternoon. The planner has my number. If there are any problems, she knows to call me."

"Okay," Lydia agreed. "And you said you'd entertain Derek too."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I'll entertain Cora's brother. Please tell me he's nothing like Cora."

Lydia shoved Stiles' shoulder, earning a laugh. "He's actually very similar. When you meet him, you'll understand."

"How have I not met him before?"

"He lives in New York and Cora usually visits him. I think he only came down once like a year ago." Lydia shrugged.

Stiles wasn't exactly pleased with having to entertain a strange guy, but it was for Lydia, and he'd do anything for his best friend.

The pair enjoyed their mimosas until there was a knock at the door.