Neighboring (a Stydia story)[complete]

12. Real date pt.2

Lydia's pov:
"This looks like a bar." I look over to Stiles as we walk up to some diner in town.
"It's not a bar." He assures, dragging me through the front door with him.

We enter the room and I clasp a hand over my mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Men wearing barely anything danced up on stages, some women in the crowds but mostly other dudes grinding on dudes. He'd taken me to a gay club. Almost immediately realizing his mistake, he redirects me back out the door and I immediately break down laughing.

"You're right! It definitely wasn't a bar!" I laugh, taking in huge gulps of air while doubling over on the sidewalk.
"Well I clearly don't know my way around." Stiles sighs and I can sense the disappointment that he has for him self. I start to calm a little, realizing that he had tried his hardest and probably felt a little bad for accidentally taking me to a gay club.

I look around, recognizing the street we're on and I take Stiles hand in my own, catching his attention as I drag him down the sidewalk.
"W-what are you doing?" He stutters and I smile, looking over my shoulder at him.
"You're lucky you're date knows her way around." I say. A child-like grins spreads across his face at the word "date".

We continue to walk slowly, Stiles singing our hands back and forth until I stop on the corner of the street in front of a small shop.
"You realize that if I go in there, I'll buy the whole store." Stiles says and I roll my eyes with a grin, pulling him into the cupcake shop.

The sweet smell of baked pastries fills my nostrils and I take a deep breath. I point out a couple of cupcakes behind the glass case as Stiles watched intently before paying for two Oreo cupcakes. We take a seat at one of the small tables in the cafe.

The cupcakes were pretty big, so there were plastic forks on the tables and we both took a bite at the same time. Stiles eyes rolled into the back of his head and I laugh at his funny expression.
"I think I've died and gone to heaven." He says through a mouthful of Oreo goodness causing me to laugh again.

"Free of charge." A rather handsome guy, around my age, walks up to our table, setting a bottle of sparkling cider on it while eyeing me. I thank him, watching Stiles as he glares at the guy.
"Stiles." I snap in front of his face and his gaze returns to me. He gives me a small smile, grabbing my hand from across the table.

"I know what you're going to say." He sighs, running a thumb over my knuckles like in the car.
"And whats that?" I ask.
"That I'm on a date with you and that other guy shouldn't make me jealous." He grumbles, eyes dropping to our hands.
I smile. "So you admit to being jealous?"

His gaze quickly snaps up again and his cheeks turn red.
He starts to stutter. "N-no I just- I was, I was..." He groans in frustration. "I'm a little jealous." He admits. I lean over the table, pulling Stiles closer by wrapping a hand softly around his neck.
"We'll just have to show him I'm yours." I whisper before glancing out of the corner of my eye to make sure the guy is watching.

I then kiss Stiles, long and sweet and we both pull away slowly, a smile on his face.
"I'll never get tired of that." He grins as we both get settled back in our chairs. I smile too, but then a sudden thought comes to mine and my happiness visibly fades.

"Can I ask you something?" I say, pouring some cider into both of our glasses.
"Shoot." Stiles grabs a cup from me, a silent thank you escaping his lips. I grab my drink as well, tracing a single finger around the rim of the glass as I think of how to properly word it.
"It's about last night, isn't it?" Stiles interrupts my thoughts, speaking my mind for me.

I nod, taking a sip from my cider while watching him carefully. He sighs, looking around the small shop and at the cheesy decorations on the wall.
"I get panic attacks too, you know." He finally breaks the silence. "It's nothing really special I just never really recovered from my moms death." He almost chuckles and it breaks my heart that I even wanted to ask.

"We should go." My voice comes out quieter than expected but Stiles agrees. We stand and I immediately grab his hand, pecking him on the cheek as we pass the cider guy and Stiles laughs, knowing exactly what I was doing. We walk back down the street making idle chit-chat until we reach the jeep, where Stiles opens the passenger door for me.

We continue conversations all the way back home until eventually Stiles pulls up to the curb of his house, turning off the engine.
"Sorry that I accidentally took you to a gay club." He chuckles and I laugh too.
"You're fine. I had a great first date." I assure him and he smiles. Almost as if we have the same brain, both of us lean towards the other, our lips connecting lightly.

I pull apart for a split second before leaning back in, Stiles hand gently going to cup my cheek.
"Are we seriously kissing in my jeep?" He pulls away with a chuckle. I grin, unbuckling my seatbelt and crawling over to his side of the car, sitting on his lap with a leg on each side of his own.

His eyes widen and he visibly gulps.
"Now we're making out in your jeep." I grin before crashing my lips on his again.
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Authors note:
I feel bad for updating this like a day late but here it is as always!!! I LIVE FOR THIS PICTURE ATTACHED.
Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe