Right Beside You | Stiles Stilinski | Two

11 - A Perfect Combination

"What about this one?"

"I don't know, Lyd. You don't think that's a little too formal?"

"It won't hurt for her to look her best."

"I don't think it really fits the date though. Hm...what about something like this?"

"Allison, she wears stuff like that all the time. This is a date! It has to be special!"

"It's gonna be special no matter what you stick her in."

"Ooh, I like this one!"

"Too short!"

"No one asked you, Scarlett."

I rolled my eyes, slouching forward at my vanity and letting my head fall into my hands.

Allison, Lydia and I were all scattered around my bedroom, and had been for the last few hours. The first had been spent on homework, which had been torture. It was impossible to get anything done when my brain kept drifting away from the words on the page. I was too excited to focus on my work and I was too nervous to focus on my date. I was a disaster.

It was lucky that I had Allison and Lydia to keep me on track. They dragged me through my homework and then harassed me into getting ready. Lydia shoved me into the shower to complete a specific routine that rivalled the tasks I'd had to complete before formal. The list was even longer this time, presumably because Stiles was actually my date this time. I skirted a few steps to save water, and prayed that Lydia wouldn't notice. She and Allison had leapt on me when I returned, excited to curl my hair, but I drew the line at makeup. I knew how to do my own, and I didn't need them breathing down my neck, or else slathering my face with so much product the top layer just slid off. I'd been sent into time out in front of my vanity, while Allison and Lydia dove into my closet to find acceptable date-wear.

Allison must have been able to sense my growing agitation, because she sided with me in the argument.

"Maybe Scarlett's right, Lydia. Let's build up to the miniskirts. It's only their first date, and there'll be plenty of time to wear the rest."

"Ugh, fine," Lydia huffed, shoving a skirt I was certain must have been hers back into my closet. "How abooout...this?"

"Oh yeah, I like that," said Allison, taking the hanger and twirling the skirt back and forth in the air. "What do you think, Scarlett?"

I bit back a comment that it really wouldn't matter what I was wearing because I was about two seconds from making myself sick before I could go out, and tried to consider the outfit with clarity.

It was simple, which I was thankful for after listening to them debate options for so long: a white shirt with a flattering scoop neckline, more than a little low cut, and a tiered grey skirt. There was some sliver detailing that made it shine in the light, and before I could comment on the length, Lydia held up a pair of grey leggings to go with it.

"It's perfect," she replied for me. "Scarlett, up. You change into this and we will find you a nice sweater to go with it."

"Maybe a hoodie too?" Allison quietly as the garments were tossed at my face. "And we need to grab her some gloves."

"Gloves?" I asked with distaste. "We're not staying outside, are we?"

"You don't get to know," Lydia snapped. "Now strip."

I rolled my eyes, but didn't question her again.

After I'd changed and been lectured for another fifteen minutes, which was Lydia's version of a pep talk, Allison asked her to go bring "the stuff" down to the car. Lydia wasn't pleased at being issued an order, but she flounced out of the room to give Allison and I some privacy before we had to leave. Allison was kind enough to let out the deep breath that I was holding in, shaking her head at Lydia's fervor.