I've got it bad [Teen wolf: Stiles Stilinski]

Four Doors Down

Disclaimer: I do not own teen wolf. I only own Brooke

Chapter 3

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*STILES POV*

“Hey, can I get a vanilla soft serve?” Scott said leaning in towards, Rachel, the nametag read.

“Sure, sweetie; and anything for you, hun?” She nodded to me, she looked to be about forty-five, blonde hair definitely died, and blue-green eyes that stung to look at for more than a second.

“Yeah, sure can I get a rocky road, two scoops please,” I said with a small smile, glancing at Rachel, but turning my attention to Brooke, and Lydia. Lydia Martin her  best friend of ten years, who was at the top of the food chain, since she started to date the captain of the lacrosse team, Jackson Whittemore.

I handed Rachel a crumpled ten dollar bill paying for both Scott and I, as I was handed my ice cream, I grabbed a plastic spoon, and went to sit.

“Hey Scott,” I nodded towards him and he looked up from his cone, “Why do you always get vanilla?”

“I don’t know man, what kind of question is that?” He chuckles slightly, and I laugh along.

“Not a good one obviously, Plain Jane,” I smiled at him and he laid a playful smirk on his lips.

Brooke, and Lydia, stood up, heading for the exit. They mumbled a thanks to Rachel, and then laid their eyes on Scott and me. 

Lydia’s curled strawberry blonde hair, being flicked over her shoulder as she walked towards us with Brooke following behind.  “Hey boys, what are you doing today?” Lydia questioned, twirling a lock of hair around her index finger, and biting her lower lip.

Scott stutters, “U-um, yeah, wait no, um nothing,  I don’t think. What about you, Stiles?”

Thanks Scott, way to put the pressure on me, “Yeah, um I’m not busy, what about you guys?” I smirked at Brooke, but she settled her emerald eyes elsewhere.

Disappointed, I wandered my eyes over to Scott’s mouth which was moving unsteadily and I started to tune into what he was saying, “Yep, and we’d like to hang out that’d be cool.” He smiles playing it cool, as do I but, fuck man, I guess I’m hanging out with Brooke Dashner?

Okay.

“Well meet me at my place in half an hour?” Brooke blurts out flicking her burning green eyes from Scott to me.

“Yep, yes, okay,” I stutter trying to find the right words to use, “I mean sure.” I nervously chuckle, and suddenly shut up realizing I even did it.

“Okay,” she giggles, slightly showing her perfect teeth, before saying, “I live a couple doors down from you, Stiles.” Her expression turning completely serious and eyes darkening a shade. My jaw dropped open and hung there, I felt like a billion flies could just crawl into my mouth at any moment.

I slowly closed it, “Yeah okay what’s uh-uh the street number?”

Lydia smacked her lips and answered for Brooke, “One ninety-five, let’s go Brooke.” Lydia grabbed Brooke’s fingers intertwining them, and for a moment I caught myself wishing I could hold her hand. I then consciously smacked the thought away knowing what words would come out of Scott, if he knew what I was thinking. They exited the shop, and headed to Jackson’s Porsche, which obviously Lydia made him give to her for a while.

“You ready?” I asked Scott, but he shook his head rapidly.

“No,” he chuckled nervously, “but what the hell just happened?”

We both grinned, “Wow, man I could honestly not tell you, but we’ve got to go. I mean how the hell did I not know that she lived four houses down from me?” I exclaimed, in complete shock, standing to my feet, pulling Scott up with me.

“You didn’t?” He questioned, I looked over at him smirking, and we both waved to Rachel.

“You did?! And why didn’t you tell me, you little shit,” I muttered at him, already hopping into the jeep.

“You never asked,” He grinned even wider and laughed at himself, I flipped him off and started to my house.

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*LYDIA POV*

I looked through my closet, throwing everything out onto the bed, scanning over every hideous outfit I owned. “God, why in the hell did I buy this?” I questioned myself throwing a long sleeved, baggy, black sweater and pink yoga pants on the bed next to Brooke.

“I have no idea,” I turned to look at my only fashionable friend in school, well the only other one but me.

“Well, this one is okay, I guess,” I turned towards Brooke, holding the outfit over my body.

“Yes, that one is definitely okay!” She smiled, her teeth glimmering because of the small lamp on my bedside table.

“Okay, now you,” I scrutinized every outfit until I found the perfect one for Brooke. {A/N: The outfits will be on the sidebar if I can figure out how to do so. Okay I figured out how to add the photo, but not really, just click the external link and it should take you to my polyvore with the outfit already layed out.} I handed her a rock band muscle tank, a black skater skirt, a spiked-studded pair of heels, and a beanie to go with her naturally blonde, wavy hair.

“That is perfect, Lydia. See and this is why we are best friends,” we both giggled, until a knock sounded at my bedroom door.

“Yes mom?” I practically demanded as she walks through the door, glancing at Brooke and me.

“Well, I made some snacks, sweetie, I thought maybe you and Brooke would like to try some?” She smiled genuinely.

So I suddenly felt bad about what I was going to say next, “Sorry, mom, Brooke and I were actually about to head down to her place. Could you save some for us when we get back later tonight?”

She nodded her head, and muttered a ‘yes’ before exiting my bedroom.

I looked down at the ground thinking about when my parents split up and I had to choose between them; I turned my head back to Brooke who was giving me a sympathetic look.

“It’s okay, Lyd, just don’t think about it,” she smiled genuinely.

I nodded, “Yeah, yeah.”

I smiled small, a fake smile she could tell, but I wasn’t going to bring it up and she better not either. Ever since my parents split, it’s been really difficult. Every day I wake up knowing I’m not going to see my dad for a while; even when I do see him, it’s with my mom and all they do is argue. So what’s the point, I’m disappointed, and it’s showing in my appearance, which is something I would never want.

Hell, let’s just get over to Brooke’s quickly, and have fun, just have... fun, I thought sporadically smiling when I turned from my closet to see Brooke wearing the outfit, and she looked absolutely gorgeous.

“Let me go change, Brooke you look hot,” I smiled and she mumbled a thanks before I left to the washroom.

I emerged with, my newly applied makeup and new outfit I chose earlier.

“Okay, Lydia Martin, let’s go, you look flawless and, um, I want to t-tell you somet-thing,” Brooke stuttered on the last words.

I changed my expression to confused, as a painfully happy look crossed her green eyes, “I think Scott is so hot.” Brooke smiled, and started giggling crazily.

“Jesus Christ, Brooke you scared me shitless,” I smiled and started to laugh obnoxiously.