The Stilinski Residence- Beacon Hills, CA- Jan. 7- 5:45 pm.
Stiles was patiently waiting for his final guest to arrive. Almost everyone was there- Scott, Liam, Derek, Jordan, and Isaac. He was just waiting on one more- Kira. She had to be there. She was always late.
"Scott, where is she?" Isaac asked in an annoyed tone.
"She'll be here." He insisted.
"And where's the pizza you promised us, Stiles? I mean you drag us all to your house, make sure your dad isn't home, bribe us with pizza, and say you can't tell us why we're here. And where is Lydia? Or Malia? Or Jackson?"
Just then there was a knock on the door. It was Kira- with pizza.
"Trust me, those three… can't be here for this." Stiles said as he let Kira in. She smiled big because she knew why everyone was there. Stiles didn't even tell Scott, but he knew he had to tell Kira. She also knew that everyone had been waiting on her- and the pizza.
"Sorry I'm late, guys."
"Finally!" Isaac said, reaching for pizza. Stiles smacked his hand away.
"Hey there, scarf-boy. We need to talk first. Then pizza." Isaac was frustrated. He just wanted pizza.
"Fine but if you're going to make me act like Jennifer Lawrence about this pizza, you're going to have to tell me why we're all here." He said as he sat down. Kira joined Scott in a chair next to Stiles, who was standing at the head of the dining room table. Next to him was a big dry erase board, and in his hand was a single black marker. He turned and started to write on the board. When it was finished, it read:
PROPOSAL IDEAS.
Soon it became clear… why they were all there, why Malia, Jackson, and Lydia weren't with them. Stiles wanted help planning his proposal to Lydia Martin.
"So, as you know, Lydia and I have been together for quite a while now. 3 years. Well, I think it's time we take the next step." Stiles smiled as he pulled a small box out of the left pocket of his khaki pants. He opened it, showing it off to everyone in the room. Scott didn't look surprised, which could only mean that Kira had already told him; she was terrible at keeping secrets, especially from him. He had those perfect puppy dog eyes she just couldn't resist.
"I, Stiles Stilinski, being of sound mind and pale, fragile body, plan on proposing to the beautiful Lydia Martin. I want to spend the rest of my life with her." He said, not even trying to hide the huge smile on his face.
"It's a bit small." Said Isaac.
"Seriously? You can't at least try to be helpful? Just this once."
"Sorry, but Lydia is the type of girl who likes nice things."
"Lydia loves Stiles. She'd be happy with a ring from a machine where you stick a quarter in it. She'll love it." Kira butted in.
"And besides, while Stiles is still in the police academy, he can't afford much." Said Scott.
"Look, I don't want your opinion of the ring, Isaac. You're all here because you all love Lydia. Help me plan the perfect proposal? Please?"
"Take her to dinner!" suggested Liam.
"Well, she doesn't have a ton of time. She's always studying. While I'm in the academy, and she's still working on her degree, we're a bit limited pm resources."
Many more ideas were spit out by Liam, Isaac, and even Jordan, but none stood out to Stiles.
"Guys, these are great, but it's Lydia. It has to be just as perfect and unique as she is." Stiles said as he sat down, burying his face in his hands.
Just then Scott had an idea- an amazing idea.
"Stiles… I can't believe you didn't think of this. Take her ice skating. Have rose petals all over the ice or something. Remember when we went sophomore year?"
"Dude, YEAH! That's what I'm talking about!"
Scott smiled sweetly, feeling proud of himself. Stiles wrote on the board:
ICE SKATING? ROSES?
"What if instead of roses, you have wolfsbane all over the ice? It doesn't affect banshees." Suggested Derek.
Stiles was writing on the board when he heard the front door opening. He panicked and covered the white board as he ran over to the door. It was his dad.
"Oh, it's you." He sighed.
"Yeah… and Melissa." He said as his wife popped up behind him.
"Hey Stiles. Scott, Kira, Liam, Derek, Isaac, Jordan. Boys. And girl." Melissa said as she then greeted her step-son, son, and their friends.
"What is all this?" asked Papa Stilinski.
"I wasn't going to tell you this, but… I'm going to ask Lydia to marry me."
"WHAT!" screamed Melissa, who couldn't possibly hide the smile on her face even if she tried. She was so excited, she rushed over to hug Stiles.
"We… were brainstorming ideas on how he should do it." Said Scott.
"Okay. Here's what you do. Take her somewhere. Somewhere meaningful to the two of you. Somewhere that kind of… marked a turning point in your relationship."
"That's actually the only thing we have written down. The Ice Skating rink. And Derek suggested covering the ice with wolfsbane."
"That sounds so beautiful!" Melissa screamed. She was so excited. She loved Stiles, and she loved Lydia. She wished Scott would propose to Kira soon, also. Melissa lived for weddings- especially ones involving her sons.
"Really?" said Isaac.
"Yeah, she would love it! You can prepare a big speech, and you can have someone record it and a photographer take photos. It would be amazing!"
"I just have a small budget issue…" Stiles sighed.
"Ah, hell, I'll pay for some of it." Papa Stilinski chimed in.
"What? Dad. No."
"Stiles, eventually you can do all of this for her, you can give her everything she needs, but until then, and even after then, you're still my son. Let me help you out with this. Let me help you give your lady the proposal she deserves."
Stiles hugged his father.
"Thanks, pops." Stiles said, smiling big.
"Stiles, we might actually pull this off."
"One problem- where are we getting the wolfsbane? I mean covering the entire rink is gonna take a lot of it." Isaac said.
"I'm sure Argent can help with that. I'll call him." Scott said.
"We need to come up with a real plan. When and where and what role will each of us play in this?" asked Derek.
"How about I drive Lydia there. I'll blindfold her and tell her it's a surprise and then we walk into the rink and Stiles is somewhere, either standing there, or she just sees the wolfsbane and then he comes out, and makes his big speech, she'll cry, say yes, and it will be beautiful. We can all meet back up somewhere else to celebrate with drinks?" Kira suggested.
"That sounds perfect!" Stiles said. This would be way better than he'd pictured. He knew he'd made the right choice when he called these people for help.
"When exactly are you planning this?" Isaac asked.
"Well… I was hoping for Saturday night." Stiles said.
"My boss is going to kill me… Okay. Saturday night. I'll make sure it's empty and I'll have to be somewhere else when you start scattering the flowers." Isaac said.
"This is going to be the best proposal ever." Kira said with a smile.
The Martin Residence- Beacon Hills, CA- Jan. 11- 7:15 pm.
Lydia was bummed she had to stay in tonight typing a paper instead of going out with her long-term boyfriend, or best friend. It was Saturday night and she was eager to have some fun. College was stressful, even for a genius like her. Her phone started to buzz.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Hey." Kira replied on the other end. "Let's go out tonight."
"Can't, too busy." Lydia said.
"Oh, please. That paper is not due until Monday night. You have plenty of time. I have a surprise for you, and trust me, you do not want to pass on this."
"A surprise? Seriously?" Lydia was seriously considering it, though.
"Yeah. Get dressed and get down here. And put on some makeup. Look pretty when you get in my car."
"Kir-"
"OH I'M LO- SING- YOU-" Kira hung up, and 20 minutes later, Lydia walked out of her house in a hot pair of jeans with boots and a pink leather jacket she'd had forever. Her hair was in a milkmaid braid and she'd only put on mascara and red lipstick- but she looked beautiful.
"Hey. Ready for some fun?" Kira was getting nervous that soon she couldn't keep up the lie.
"I guess so." Lydia replied.
"Here. Put this on." She handed Lydia an orange bandana.
"You're kidding."
"I told you, it's a surprise. And it's worth it. Put it on."
Lydia put the bandana on to cover her eyes begrudgingly, and Kira started to pull out of the driveway, turning the music up.
Beacon Hills Ice Skating Rink- Beacon Hills, CA- Jan. 11- 8:07 pm
Kira turned off the radio.
"We're here. But keep the blindfold on." She got out and opened the passenger side door for Lydia and led her inside. As soon as the cold hit her, Lydia knew where she was.
"Ice skating is the surprise?" she said. Kira was no longer with her. She'd gone back to her car to go to Stiles' house to meet Scott and the others. Lydia took off the blindfold and noticed the empty rink. As she stepped onto the ice, she noticed purple everywhere- wolfsbane- and it looked beautiful. She turned around to see Stiles Stilinski standing in the doorway of the rink.
"St-"
"Shhh…" He walked toward her, with a ring box in his pocket. He took a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and cleared his throat.
"MMmm. I'm kinda nervous… Okay. Lydia, do you remember being here with me, sophomore year?" She nodded.
"Well. I said something to you that night, and I hope you remember what it was." Stiles wiped a tear from her cheek.
"You said… Sometimes there´s other things you wouldn´t think would be a good combination, end up turning out to be a perfect combination, you know? like… two people…together." She smiled.
"Yes. Well, see, I think I was right about that, don't you?" Lydia giggled and then nodded.
"Well, Lydia, I'd like to think that that describes us pretty well. I mean, who would have put us together? You didn't even know who I was until we were 16, but I've been in love with you since we were 8 years old." He started to move toward her, and as he shoved the paper back into his pocket, he pulled the small black box from his other pocket. Lydia started to cry.
"Lydia, I can't possibly imagine my life without you in it. I just can't. I would literally go out of my freaking mind. I need you, Lydia. You're my other half." He continued his speech as he got down on one knee, while Lydia stood there sobbing.
"Lydia Martin, I'm in love with you, and I'd like to spend the rest of my life with you. Would you please, do me the honor of marrying me?" Lydia couldn't speak. She couldn't form words. All she could do was cry. And nod. She nodded so much that she looked like a bobble head. He jumped up in excitement and wrapped his arms around her, spinning her in circles in the middle of the ice rink. He put her down, and pulled out the ring, and placed it on her left ring finger- and it fit perfectly. She grabbed his face and kissed him passionately as tears stained her face and ruined her mascara.
"You look beautiful when you cry, Lyds." Stiles said, wiping her tears. Just then, his father and step-mother ran out to congratulate the happy couple.
"Uh, since we used wolfsbane, the others couldn't be here. They're back at the house getting drinks ready for us to celebrate."
Lydia smiled.
"Let's go, then." She took his hand and they left the rink, got in his jeep, and drove to his house.
The Stilinski Residence- Beacon Hills, CA- Jan. 11- 9:24 pm
As Stiles and Lydia entered his home, they were greeted by their best friends. Lydia grabbed Kira and hugged her, thanking her over and over again. She hugged everyone, but refused to pose for pictures until she could fix her eye makeup. She'd brought her mascara with her, so she quickly snuck upstairs to the bathroom so she could be picture perfect. She also took her jacket off, and left it on Stiles' bed, so now she was wearing a gray sweater with dark jeans and boots. As she came down the stairs, everyone was pouring drinks and ready to make speeches. Liam, however, still not old enough to drink, had to settle for ginger ale in a fancy glass rather than champagne. He couldn't possibly wait two more months to finally be 21 years old.
"SPEEEEEEEEEEECH!" Exclaimed Derek, who was standing with his arm around his girlfriend, Braeden. He was smiling big, he knew how much the two of them loved each other.
"If you had told me in 9th grade that I'd be engaged to Stiles Stilinski, I wouldn't have believed you." Lydia joked. "But, I could not possibly be happier to have you, honey. I love you so much." He kissed her on the cheek.
"I'm just thinking about the fact that I had to stretch my ten year plan of you falling in love with me."
"Oh, honey, it didn't stretch. I fell in love with you when we were 17. We just started dating when we were both 20."
"WELL, as the father, and soon to be father-in-law, I feel the need to make a speech as well." Papa Stilinski announced.
"I remember when Stiles was just 9 years old, telling me about this cute little girl on the swingset. I assumed it was just a little crush, until he was 16 and I asked him if there was anything there. And he visited you at the hospital- all weekend, and I knew from there, you two were meant to be. I can't wait to finally have a daughter." Papa Stilinski hugged her and kissed the top of her head as he raised his glass. He was a little bit drunk. "To Stydia!" Everyone laughed, but went along with it.
"TO STYDIA!" everyone chanted and sipped their champagne.
"Okay, old man, time for bed." Melissa joked as she led him upstairs.
The pack sat around for hours recalling their favorite memories of Stiles and Lydia before they started dating. It was fun, everyone was buzzed and having an awesome time, and while Derek and Braeden left, Liam, Isaac, Scott, Kira, and Lydia all stayed and fell asleep watching Star Wars in the living room with Stiles at around 1 am.