Rekindle The Flame || Stilinski || Book Four || WATTY's 2022

Twenty

"OKAY, LYDIA, WHICH ONE?"

Sierra lifted two hangers, one displaying a striped shirt underneath a slick maroon jacket. The other held a grey sweater. She stood in front of her closet wearing a pair of jeans and a bra. Lydia, laying on her stomach on Sierra's bed, tilted her head at the options and pursed her lips.

After school ended, Sierra invited Lydia over to her house. The banshee held a non-supernatural gift in regards to fashion, Sierra needed her advice. Later she was to travel downtown to the ice cream parlor and talk to her old bosses, Edith and Joe, about working again.

The chances were low, due to winter break approaching. Plus, because of the dread doctors, Sierra abruptly quit with little explanation. Yet, Lydia encouraged her to make things right. Working would provide extra money for college and allow her to do something on her own.

"Personally, I think you'd look better in the shirt and jacket," Lydia stated with a shrug. "Maroon is your favorite color and compliments your skin tone."

Sierra grinned, satisfied with her friend's choice. "Lydia Martin, you are a genius," she announced as she disappeared into her closet.

Lydia playfully brushed her strawberry-blonde hair behind her shoulder. "I know."

She heard Sierra chuckle, and sat up on the bed when Sierra walked out of the closet fully-dressed. "Definitely the right choice," she commented, watching Sierra examine herself in the mirror.

"Definitely," Sierra echoed with a smile. She turned around to face Lydia properly. "How should I wear my hair?"

Lydia stood up, joining Sierra at the mirror. "Since your hair is longer, a French braid would look cute."

"Too bad I can't braid it myself," Sierra frowned, tugging on her dirty-blonde strands. "Stiles used to do it for me."

"I know how to French braid."

Lydia and Sierra shifted their eyes to the doorway, where Malia revealed herself in a ripped pair of jeans and a navy long-sleeved shirt. They shot the werecoyote questioning looks and she shrugged, walking further into the room. "Stiles taught me awhile ago when we joked about taking an all girls vacation. Said you liked wearing your hair braided at the beach."

A soft blush arose in Sierra's cheeks. "It's an easier way to keep it from knotting when I go in the ocean," she defended herself when Lydia smirked at her. Her blue eyes flickered back to Malia. "But seriously, I would love you forever if you could braid it now."

"Give me a brush."

Soon, Malia stood at Sierra's vanity with the true empath in the chair in front of her. Lydia sat in Sierra's desk chair, wheeling it beside the pair and beginning to chat. Malia was almost done braiding Sierra's hair when Lydia's phone beeped in her hand.

"Oh, shoot," Lydia said, rising to her feet. "I forgot I told my mom I'd stop at the grocery store before going home. I gotta go, Si, but I'll meet you at the Thai place after you're done at the ice cream parlor. Malia, you want to grab dinner with us?"

"Sure, I love Thai," Malia agreed, glancing up from Sierra's head. "What time?"

"The goal is six," Sierra answered. She tried to keep from moving, not wanting to ruin Malia's work. "I know you like driving but I can swing by your place and pick you up."

"Sounds good."

Lydia smiled at her friends as she lifted her purse over her shoulder. "Then I will see you guys later. Good luck with the Jacksons, Sierra!"

Sierra offered her a grateful smile, and called out when Lydia headed for the door. "Thank you!"

"Anytime!"