polaroid || teen wolf

chapter 02

Judy applied her lipstick, leaning on her piano chair to get a closer look at her mirror. She smacked her lips together, standing up, satisfied.
She flipped her hair and gave herself her usual pep talk.
"You're beautiful and everyone loves you and don't let anyone make you think otherwise." She straightened her dress. "Let's go." Heading out the front door, she called out, "Dad, I'm leaving! Bye!"
Her dad was distracted by the baseball game on TV and she was responded with, "WHOOO! GO, METS! I LOVE YOU GUYS!" Judy smiled, shaking her head and closing the door behind her.

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Judy told Stiles to meet her in the forest, right near the entrance of it. She was equipped with a basket that had a plaid cover, a dozen or more candles, spoons, forks, a couple of dull knives, apples, pie, cinnamon buns, cake, chocolate bars, mini hamburgers, and 8 packs of Scooby-Doo gummies. (The basket was pretty big.)

She made her way out of her car and to the entrance, where she could see Stiles. She walked up to him from behind, and, holding her camera, tapped Stiles on the shoulder and took a picture of Stiles' surprised and scared face. She giggled, her eyes bright as she bit her lip. Stiles cleared his throat hastily and claimed, "I was totally just caught off guard. I saw, you, obviously. Yeah, I saw you."

Judy smirked at him. "Sure you did." Stiles hurried after her as she walked into the forest. "So... where are you taking me? And what's in that basket?" Judy nonchalantly replied, "I'm going to murder you in the forest and I'm going to feast on your dead carcass. Then I will use the butcher's knives in my basket to chop your remains up and feed them to the werewolves." Stiles gaped at her. "Murder me? Feast on my carcass? Werewolves?" Stiles' voice became even higher after each word. Judy smiled both nostalgically and amusedly. "Yeah, my mom used to always tell me how she used to have a werewolf pack in the woods, and that she was a werewolf alpha."
Stiles widened his eyes. Judy laughed at his expression. "She was obviously just joking, Stiles. Werewolves aren't real." She turned away and continued her walk, a smug smile on her face. She found a lead to Scott McCall's mysterious secret.
Stiles cleared his throat. "You said used to. You mean, like, she di-" Judy's smile slipped off her face as she whirled around to face Stiles. "Don't say that word. Don't. You. Dare." She stalked off, Stiles stopping in his tracks.

"Well, that was a disaster and our date didn't even start yet. Yay." Stiles shook is head and jogged after her.

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Judy spread the blanket out, lighting the candles and putting them around. She began unpacking the basket as Stiles helped. "Going for the cliché date, huh?" Judy smiled, their earlier mini-spat completely forgotten. "Yeah, but usually it's the guy asks the girl out, not the other way 'round."
As an afterthought, Judy added, "But you wouldn't have the balls to ask me out, anyways." Stiles scowled. "I was going to ask you out!"
"When?"
"Um, one day... sometime maybe, um.... a couple of years later after collage." Judy smirked, triumphant.
"My point exactly. You don't have the balls."
Stiles' scowl became even deeper. "Shut up," he grumbled, huffing. Judy grinned as she sat down across him. "So... dessert or actual food first?" Judy questioned, her hand already in the basket, ready to pull out the food. Stiles' eyebrows rose and Judy smiled, knowing exactly what he was going to say. The both of them said in unison,

"Definitely dessert."