"Aw my little Mischief, all grown up." Claudia was fiddling with his hair now, flattening down the quiff he had created with gel in the front. His first time bringing a girl home, it was exciting and nerve wrecking. The whole mother mode wasn't helping but it was unavoidable.
"Mom!" Stiles groaned and swatted away her busy hands.
"Sorry." She smiled and kissed the top of his head before holding him in a hug. He rolled his eyes in secret. The doorbell rang and he brightened, pulling out of his mother's grasp before rushing over to the mirror hung in the hall. He began to fix his hair.
"Don't embarrass me and don't call me that. It's Stiles. Call me Stiles or I swear to god I'll–" the doorbell rang again, interrupting his sentence. They exchanged a look before he answered it.
"L-Lydia, hey." Stiles sighed, instantly drooping in posture because he had already stuttered. She laughed and stepped forward to hug him. He smiled widely from the surprise of this greeting but tried to play it cool upon separation, directing her to the kitchen. His mother was in the midst of making dinner and you would've never known she had just been pestering her son. She glanced up at the two with a smile.
"Nice to meet you." Was all she said and Stiles internally sighed. She's playing it cool, everything was calm. Claudia then asked if he would set the table and Lydia being the girl she was offered to help with dinner.
"You can't get a Nobel Prize in mathematics." Lydia narrowed her eyes at Stiles when they had finally sat down to eat. It was the two teens sitting next to each other on one side of the round table, Stiles' mother watching them with loving eyes on the other side.
"What? Yes you can, I swear." He said with some confusion.
"No, the Fields medal is the one I'll be winning." She argued back but he still had doubts.
"You two are so adorable." Claudia complimented. Stiles stopped mid chew to give his mother the wild eye. She took the hint and changed the subject. "So, Lydia, I hear you've been to quite a few of the lacrosse games."
Lydia nodded and they continued a conversation about the team for a while. "Do you know Scott?" Claudia asked.
"Yeah he's one of our best players." Lydia smiled.
"He's trying out for captain next season, you know?" Stiles told his mother excitedly, beginning to ramble about his friend for a few minutes. Lydia was quick to join, noting how their friend was surprisingly quick on his feet and how easily he had seemed to make it to the top of the scoreboard. Stiles forced himself to swallow, knowing the supernatural secret that he would hopefully never have to tell neither Lydia or his mother.
"I have noticed that. Pretty odd for someone like Scott, his asthma being as bad as it is."
"Mom is a nurse with Miss McCall down at the hospital." Stiles interjects, desperately trying to steer the subject away from Scott.
Claudia smiled, chuckling a bit. "Oh that's not all too interesting. . . I never heard much about how you two came about. That's something I'd like to hear."
Bullshit, Stiles groaned at the mention. That woman had heard every detail of every crossing him and Lydia had ever had. She just wanted to hear it from Lydia's mouth.
The girl sighed, glanced at Stiles' who was nervously nibbling on the scraps of his dinner. "Well I was sitting in my car pathetically bawling my eyes out–"
"It wasn't pathetic." Stiles interjected.
"It was too, now let me finish. . . I've know Stiles since elementary and we didn't talk much but he saw me and immediately went to my rescue. 'What's wrong?', 'Why are you crying?', all the good stuff." She laughed. "I told him to go away because I didn't want anyone to see me cry. And your son, being the godawful romantic he is, told me I looked really beautiful when I cried. We sat in my car and talked for the rest of the night and I guess things just kind of progressed from there."
Stiles was full blown blushing at this point, attempting to hold back a smile from his practically-girlfriends story of their first real encounter.
Lydia offered to stay and help clean up but Claudia insisted she go home with it being a school night and what not. She hugged the two Stilinski's goodbye and was on her way. Surprisingly, his mother was silent as they washed and dried the dishes. He kept waiting for her to disapprove or claim she hated the strawberry blonde but nothing came.
"She's very nice, Stiles." She gave a silent sigh. He paused to look at her tender smile. He knew his mother only meant the best for him and she wasn't trying to purposely embarrass him tonight.
"Call me Mischief. . ." He allowed with a grumble.
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Authors note:
Okay just to clarify this is like season one ( maybe early season two) Stiles but instead of Stiles' mother dying, it was his dad aka my boy the sheriff. And yeah not too much stydia but I tried, eh.
Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe
