Lydia's POV:
"You two are going to see a movie? Again?" I ask Allison. We lost the game last night and that was no surprise since he benched three of his best players. And Stiles. I'd told Stiles about the summer. I've never told anyone that before. Now we sat at our regular lunch table, Allison eating a salad while I gnawed in some curly fries."Yeah. He also wants to start eating lunch with us."
I look up from my food, my face flush. "No."
"Starting today."
"No. Aw, no,no, no, no, no!! Cause that means-"
"Hey Allison, Martin." Mr.carmal eyes sat down to the right of me while Scott took his place beside Allison. They both had lunch trays full of chicken and tiny little bottles of water and I can feel my face getting paler by the minute.
"Stiles..." I sigh, shoving more fries in my mouth.This was great. Sure it was almost a dream come true to have my crush, of oh so many years, sit next to me at lunch but not after he figures out something personal about you. Just as soon as they sit down, more of their clique shows up, taking their seats around the table. Jackson, Isaac, Danny and a few of the sluts Stiles has slept with. I stare at Allison and she shrugs, as much confused as I am.
"Do they always follow you around like lost puppies?" I whisper to Stiles. He rolls his eyes and grabs one of my curly fries, popping it in his mouth and I slap his hand away before he can grab another.
"You're not supposed to eat fries, especially the curly ones." He says and I glare at him. No one steals my fries..."Where'd the scarf go? I thought you were making a fashion statement." I retort.
Stiles licks his thumb and rubs it along his neck. He pulls it away and shows me the skin tinted makeup on his finger.
"You own foundation?" I ask him.
"Halloween makeup I found in the bottom of my closet." He grins. I was never going to get over that grin."You never wear your glasses anymore." Stiles takes a sip of his water.
"I tried going back but they bother my nose." I say, scrunching up my nose for effect. He nods as if he'd understand.
"So what are you guys doing while we're at the movies?" Scott asks and Stiles and I exchange looks. We weren't doing anything together.
"Come again?" I ask.
"I just assumed you guys would be hanging out. " Scott shrugs.Stiles glares at him and Scott almost has a playful smirk upon his face.
"I-I mean we could but... We're not." Stiles says, leaning back in his chair
"We're not?" I repeat, slightly hurt. We didn't have to hang out, in fact either way I didn't care. But the fact that Stiles didn't even take into consideration that we could hang out was a little hurtful.He turns towards me, regret filling his eyes. "I mean we could go see a movie or something, if you wanted."
"Their seeing a movie. Would we go to the same movie?" I ask.
"No... You like horror movies?"
Hate them. "Love them." I lie.
"Great. Pick you up around five-ish?"
I nod. "Sounds fun."We both awkwardly turn away from each other just as Jackson opens his mouth. "You know what else sounds fun? Stabbing myself in the face with a fork." He holds up cafeteria silverware to his eye and Danny grabs the utensil from his hand.
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"You hate horror movies!" Allison snorts. She sat on my bed, attempting to read a magazine but instead laughing her ass off about what happened at lunch. Meanwhile I stood at my closet, debating Whether or not to change for the movie. Seeing as neither Scott nor Allison had a car to drive, Stiles volunteered to drive us all too the movies since we were going to the same theatre."I know! And then Scott with his big ass mouth and that phrase-"
"Hanging out!" Allison falls off the bed in a pit of laughter and I throw one of my shirts at her.
"I can't hang out with Stiles. I like him!" I sigh, flopping on my bed.
"But what about that time you studied with him?"
"We were studying not hanging out." I run my hands over my face.
Allison climbs back on the bed, magazine still in hand. She flips a page. "It's not like you'll be talking to each other, you'll be watching the movie."
I nod. Yeah, we wouldn't be talking, we'd be watching the movie.
A car horn sounds from the front of my house and Allison and I both get off of the bed, peering out the window. Scott and Stiles leaned against the drivers side of the jeep, both if them crossing their arms as they conversed. Stiles reached in the Jeep and honked the horn twice more as Allison and I grabbed our purses.We raced down the stairs, checking each others appearance before exiting the house.
"Girls." Scott and Stiles say at the same time. They smile, no doubt practicing their greeting on the way over here.
Allison and I exchange glances, we didn't need to practice in order to talk in unison. "Boys." We nod and the smiles falter on their lips. Scott and Allison head over to the passenger side while Stiles opens his door for me and I clamber into the backseat."I got a present for you." Stiles says and I stare at him in confusion while Allison gets in the back with me.
"You do?" I ask and he chuckles. He reaches over into the glove box, retrieving something before handing to me.
"My jacket!" I exclaim, holding the fabric in my hands as the boys take their seats.
"You left it at my house." Stiles grins before pulling away from the curb.One of the bad things about Beacon Hills is that you had to drive an hour to get to the nearest movie theater. We didn't say much on the way there. Allison and I played Rock Paper Scissors for fifteen minutes while Scott and Stiles discussed lacrosse. But after those fifteen minutes it was silent again. The next fifteen minutes consisted of Allison and I shifting positions in the backseat until she sat criss-crossed and I lay with my head in her lap.
"So if we were in an apocalypse, what's your weapon of choice." I ask.
"What kind of apocalypse? Zombie or alien? And if it's zombies are we talking fast zombies, like in The Walking Dead, or slow zombies, like in stereotypical zombie video games?" Stiles asks. I consider his question for a moment.
"Zombies, Walking Dead style." I say."Gun... Any gun will do." Allison says.
"No you want like a pistol." Scott interjects.
"Come on guys, really? Obviously a crossbow. They make no noise, attracting no other walkers and your less likely to get bitten. Aim for the head." Stiles explains."Walkers?" I question.
"I learn everything I know from Daryl." Stiles taps his thumbs against the steering wheel and I stare at him in amazement. You'd never know, being how cool he acted and never talked about it, that Stiles was the type to sit around and binge watch The Walking Dead. Another fifteen minutes pass by and we're all silent until Allison speaks."Does this tin can have a radio?" Allison groans. Scott fumbles a little in the front seat before we hear static. He flips through station after station until one finally comes in clear. I perk my head up at the song and look at Allison. She has an evil grin on her face and we both sit up straight in our seats.
"Good song." Scott and Stiles start to bounce their heads to the beat of the music, not knowing that Allison and I know all of the words.
"Great song." Stiles agrees. The song nears the course and Allison and I exchange sneaky smiles before singing at the top of our lungs.
"I CHIME IN WITH A HAVEN'T YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF CLOSING THE GODDAMN DOOR!" We both yell and we can barely hear the boys start laughing.We continue singing the course loudly until it ends and then we whisper to each other the boys still laughing at us as we preform.
"Oh. Well in fact. Well I'll look at it this way I mean technically our marriage is saved!" Allison sings.
"Well this calls for a toast so pour the champagne!" I sing back. The boys manage to stop laughing at us and join in on our yell-singing for the course."I CHIME IN" we're all shouting like lunatics, the Jeep bouncing a little bit as Allison and I play invisible instruments in the back seat. The song ends as Stiles pulls into the theater parking lot, all of us laughing at our little performance.
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Stiles POV:
Scott and Allison head off to do their own thing and Lydia and I head to the concessions after buying tickets. The theater is close to empty with only a few other people walking around which is kind of nice since there's no noise.
"Whadya want? What are we getting?" I ask Lydia and she peers through the glass case at the boxed candy.