Accidentally in Love

Chapter Two.

"Bro, I'm going to the store." Stiles attempted to shake his best friend awake but failed miserably, he didn't even mumble. So the boy decided to simply write him a note saying that he's going to Walmart incase he wakes up randomly.

Carefully, he steps over the boy beside his bed and makes it to the door. Should he change into something more presentable? After minutes of thinking about it he simply changes into some faded jeans and puts a red and blue plaid shirt over his black one and a leather jacket incase if it's cold.

After half sprinting towards the front door he comes to an abrupt stop at the fridge, deciding to write a note to his dad incase he comes home early. He didn't include the part about meeting with a stranger though.

With the slam of his door from his old jeep, he's on his way. Well almost until he gets a call from her.

"Hey, sorry to call when you're possibly driving, but I needed to know where you want to meet in Walmart. I could wait outside but it's winter and it's slightly cold out here."

"You're already there?" He feels bad for making her wait.

"Mhhm. But it's okay, I'll just wait out here if you're on your way." Deciding against arguing he starts his jeep once again. "I have strawberry blonde hair, I'm really short, you can't miss me."

Then the line went dead. When he gets there he finds a good parking spot, considering it's 4 in the morning. He already spots her, the girl he met by accident, the girl he doesn't even knows name. He hurries to the small figure who's shivering slightly.

"What color is my hair..?" And that was the first words Stiles ever heard come out from her mouth.

"Strawberry blonde?" She nods and hugs him, then she realized she hugged him so pulled away abruptly.

"Sorry," she stammered pausing for a brief moment, "it just feels like I know you. That's why I asked what color my hair is, because I told you and I don't know your name so you could be anyone."

"Ohh okay, makes sense." Stiles notices the closeness of the two and backs away slightly, putting his hands in his pockets. "You-you're, um, beautiful." Suddenly nervous at the sudden intake of the girl in front of him, he scratches the back of his neck.

She's small, but not too small. Only about a head shorter than him. She has innocent features, yet her full lips quirk up in a mischievous way. He also notices the color of her eyes, an emerald green. The color of plush forests on a bright summer day. Her eyelashes are too long, tangling with one another.

"Well, thank you." She blushes at his comment and notices that the boy isn't too bad himself. He has moles lining his jaw line, scattered about. His eyes are chocolate brown, or maybe even an alcohol color.

She's sure she could get lost in them, almost intoxicated. She notices his arms where the sleeves of his shirt are rolled up, strong but not too strong. "You aren't so bad yourself."

They both swear the other is perfect, which is rare especially for their first meeting. Staying in captured by the other for what seems like minutes, but is only mere seconds. She pulls him from the trans when he notices her shivering.

"Oh god, I'm sorry I'm being rude. You're cold and I completely forgot." He begins to slip off his jacket and before she can decline it he puts it over her shoulders. "There. Now let's go and get some snacks."

Not waiting for her approval, he walks through the sliding doors of the store, looking back to see if she's following. When he assures she is, he slows down and walks at her pace.

"Now what's your name, beautiful?" He's not sure where this sudden burst of confidence came from, but he's not complaining.

"Lydia. Lydia Martin." She tries to resist the heat sneaking on her cheeks, but it doesn't work. "You're gonna have to wait till the second date for my middle name." Her words teasing and sarcastic, his most fluent language.

"Oh, so this is a date, huh?" His eyebrows quirk up playfully and his smirk grows wider when red covers the tips of her ears. "I'm Stiles Stilinski."

"Stiles?" She hides a laugh with a fake cough and he rolls his eyes.

"It's my middle name, you're gonna have to wait till the twentieth date to find out my first name." He turns into the cookie isle and grabs a family-size pack of Oreos. She returns to his side with barbecue chips. "My first name is waaay worse than Stiles."

"Twentieth date, eh?" Letting out a low whistle she smirks up at the boy, Stiles. It's nice putting a name to the quite nice face. "You have high hopes for this relationship!"

"Relationship, huh? Wow, we are getting places and we've only known each other for what," he checks his watch quickly, "Two hours! That's a record, it's gotta be."

"Shut up, Stilinski." She counters his remark with a smirk.

"Make me." He challenges with his eyebrows quirked up and leaning towards her playfully.

Lydia slams the chips into his chest, careful not to pop the bag. The small girl skips to the next isle, leaving him behind.

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Phew, 900 words.

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I'm totally getting better at this banter thing. I'll get there one day.

Teen wolf tomorrow! But also school bleh.

xoxo,
em.