The Treehouse ( A Stydia fan fiction )

Chapter Seventeen

It was half six on that Friday night and Stiles was getting ready to go pick up Lydia. He was wearing the outfit Lydia had chosen out for him and one of his expensive cologne's that he saved for special events, although he was only going to a house party but any event is a special one if Lydia Martin was there. He put some gel on his hands and ran his fingers through his hair, making sure it was still fluffy, but stayed in place. 

Stiles grabbed his keys off of the side and got in his jeep on the way to Lydia's place. He hoped that it wasn't too obvious that he had put a lot of effort into tonight, he had even neatened up the jeep, despite the fact they would only be in there for about 10 minutes- at max. Now he thought about it, Stiles felt a bit ridiculous for trying so hard, after all Lydia was only a girl, but something about her made Stiles into a different person, one that actually put in the time and effort into stupid little things like how clean his jeep was. 

As he pulled up in Lydia's drive, Stiles turned down the radio and did a quick check of his hair in the mirror. He was about to walk up to her front door as it swung open, revealing Lydia stood there, clumsily attempting to put her bag on her shoulder whilst not dropping her drinks. Stiles jogged over and took the bottles from her hand so she could sort herself out. Lydia laughed at herself for being such a klutz. 

"Thanks" She said, taking the drinks back from Stiles' hands and making her way towards the jeep that was at the end of her driveway. "Someone's scrubbed up well" she continued, with a small smirk on her face. 

For some reason, Stiles had become incapable of speaking, all he could do was stare in awe at the girl in front of him. Lydia sensed something was up with Stiles after him still being silent for a good couple seconds. She rolled her eyes at him as he looked at her as if she hung the moon and stars in the sky. 

"I don't care, I don't want compliments." she started. "I will not fall prey to society's desire to turn girls into emotional, insecure neurotics who pull their dresses up at the first flattering remark." 

Stiles was a bit taken aback by the sudden outburst and let out a small laugh. 

"Well I think that you looked beautiful" 

"Really?" Lydia said, humbled by the comment.

"Yeah I do Lyds, c'mon, lets go." 

Lydia smiled and opened the passenger seat door to Stiles' jeep. 

"Lets go."