Lydia Martin rolled on to her stomach, her strawberry curls ruffling over her shoulders. Her bed was particularly comfortable this Saturday morning and she hadn't gotten up, at all. She held on to her book, having decided she'd start and finish it that weekend. Lydia stretched her feet, plopping them down on to her pillow. Quickly becoming aware that she had flipped and her head was now at the end of her bed. Not to mention she just put her feet on her pillow and gross. She sat up, cross-legged.
"Alright," She practically wheezed while attempting to get out of her soft nest. She just ended up falling backwards on to her pillow, having previously bookmarked her novel and thrown it at the general direction of her desk.
She let out an exaggerated sigh and reached for her phone, which just so happened to be a few inches from her face.
Her irregularly large phone was soon placed against her ear and she tried to get into a sitting position.
"The one and only Teenage, Supernatural Detective, how may I help you?" Stiles mused over the phone.
Lydia let out a chuckle, "I'm surprised you've been able to keep everyone's secret this long."
He smirked at the phone, "Yeah, yeah. You're hilarious, Lydia."
She could hear him shuffling around, "What're you up to?"
"Trying to find some pants," Stiles said nonchalantly before getting quite self-conscious, "What. No. Nope. What?"
Lydia practically giggled at his behavior, "Well at least one of us is out of bed."
"Who ever said I was out of bed?"
Lydia spoke, "Well, you are demonstrating a whole new level of skill, my friend."
"Why thank you for noticing," Stiles found a pair of lightly worn jeans on the floor toward the end of his bed. He threw them up on to the plush surface and continued to lounge on his stomach, facing the wrong way.
"Anytime," Lydia forgot why she initially called the brown-eyed boy wonder, in the first place.
He ran a hand through his surprisingly long hair. After the Nogitsune incident, he had started neglecting his appearance.
There was a pause while they both checked their hair. Neither knowing just how similar their mornings usually were.
"Lydia, what're you up to?" Stiles decided to ask her while finally getting up and pulling on a simple grey t-shirt and the jeans.
She groaned and practically fell out of bed, "Regretting every decision to move."
"That sounds pleasant," He said, walking to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
Lydia's features allowed a soft smile to play on her lips, "Well, I was reading quite happily. But then I got a burst of determination and while trying to get off my ass, I quickly forgot all that so-called determination and fell back into bed."
Stiles quickly spit and ran the water, "It's Saturday, you have every right to stay in bed."
Lydia went to brush her teeth as well, "Uh, no. Not when I've got a huge smoothie craving."
He heard her finish brushing as he slipped on his socks, "Did I just hear smoothie? What, you were going to go get some of that heaven without me? Lydia Martin, you have failed me. Disappointed me. No, you've squashed me."
She tried not to laugh while slipping on a simple black skater dress, "Oh shut up. Why do you think I brought it up?"
"To brag?"
"To invite you," She started on her makeup, "Well, that and to ask you to drive. I think it's not safe for me to drive while I'm this tired."
Stiles went back to the bathroom to wash his face, placing the phone on the counter and on speaker, "I wouldn't have let you anyways. Last time I let you drive-"
"-Hey! I drive just fine, thank you very much. It was you constantly turning the radio that distracted me!"
"Whatever let's you sleep at night," He teased, drying his face.
"It's not like any will miss that mailbox.." Lydia mumbled, pulling at her hair until the curls looked effortlessly assorted.
Stiles rubbed over his hair, "The people who live there probably did."
"Well, it's been over a month. They've got to have a new one by now."
He chuckled at her denial, throwing on one of his flannels, "Are you sure it was me and the radio? Not your over excitement for whatever sale it was that week?"
"I am positive, Stillenstki."
He basically skipped down the steps and out his front door, "Sure, alright. I'll take the blame, as I do oh-so-very often."
"And you're very good at it, too," They laughed in sync with the other. She could hear his jeeps engine roar to life.
Pulling her hair out from under her jean jacket, she reached for her matching ankle boots, "I hear you're eager to get your smoothie on."
Silence.
Stiles burst into laughter, "Did you really just say that?"
"Yes, I really did."
Stiles plugged his phone into his cars charger, "I'll be there in ten."
"I'll be waiting," She ended the call and threw the phone into her cream purse. She double checked her makeup and smacked her usual bright pink lips together with a smile.
And exactly ten minutes later, Lydia saw Stiles' jeep pull up in front of her house. Slowly standing from her spot on the front steps, she made her way over to the blue vehicle. He greeted her with a particularly bubbly smile and held her purse while she climbed in. She thanked him softly, taking her purse back and fiddling with it in her lap. The two silently made their way to the Beach Smoothie Cafe, a good five minutes from Lydia's house.
"Thank you, kind sir," Lydia said as he opened her door and helped her get out. Her hand remained in his while they walked toward the doors.
Stiles' mind was caught up in their physical contact when Lydia spoke, "What're you going to get?"
"I'm thinking the Triple Berry Oat."
"Oh, the one with strawberries, blueberries and cranberries?" Lydia subconsciously rubbed the back of his hand with her thumb, mulling over the selection before them.
He noticed, "Don't forget the oats."
Lydia smiled lightly, "I'm not sure what I want.. There's so many good options."
"You could always get a second," Stiles suggested, looking down at her. She was sticking out her lips as she reread the options. He smiled down at her simple beauty.
Lydia glanced at him, "Okay. Rockin' Raspberry, Blimey Limey or Pomegranate Plunge?"
"I say just eliminate one."
Lydia huffed, "Okay, which one Mr. Know-It-All."
"Pomegranate Plunge."
She shook her head in amusement and turned her attention to the cashier. There was a longer line than they had expected, but that had just given them more time to stand with their fingers interlocked. Though, neither one of them would admit it.
"How can I help you?" The woman said. She was probably in her late thirties, had her dark hair thrown into a bun and had put on too much red lipstick that morning.
Lydia let Stiles order first before surprising him just a bit, "I'll have a Pomegranate Plunge."
He tilted his head sideways at her, trying to look as hurt as possible.
She just chuckled and went to hand the cashier her credit card. Stiles, being the gentleman he is, stopped her midway and handed the woman a twenty.
"One of these days I'm going to pay for you, and you're going to like it, Stillenski," She said, leading him out-of-the-way and over to the designated Smoothie waiting area.
"I doubt that, Martin."
Lydia sent him an innocent smile.
A few minutes later they had chosen one of many seats near the back of the café and were indulging in some of the best smoothies they had ever tasted. Stiles was drinking it so fast, he got an unwanted brain freeze. This caused him to curse under his breath, make a painful face and hold his forehead. Lydia watched the incident whilst sipping lightly at her own refreshment. He could tell she was enjoying his pain.
"Rub the top of your mouth with your tongue," She directed.
He knit his eyebrows together, "What?"
"It helps with the freeze, idiot."
"Oh," And he did as he was told. Within a minute or so his brain was cold free and relatively content, "Thanks."
"What're friends for?" Lydia sent him a smile smirk from across the table.
He squirmed around in his booth before he finally got comfortable again, "So school's almost out.."
"That it is. You are very observant," She teased him, checking the time on her phone. It was only noon.
He chuckled, "I meant like, next week almost."
"More like three days almost."
"Almost."
"Yeah," She tried to stop her giggle, "Why do you bring it up?"
Stiles looked at her with a glimmer of admiration in his eye, "Just making conversation."
"Well, you see something new everyday."
"Hey," He looked playfully offended, "I am a great conversationalist!"
Lydia looked up at him through her thick eyelashes, "Sure."
"Lydia, you of all people should know that I am the life of any situation."
She didn't hold back this laugh and she saw him smile out of accomplishment at it.
"Let's just drop it," She twirled her straw around the nearly empty glass.
Stiles made a slurping sound once he finished off his drink, "Another one sounds awesome."
She wrinkled her nose briefly, contemplating on her next flavor, "Good idea. Let's make these to go though."
"Why?"
She shook her head at his confusion, "Because we are going to go for a car ride, alright?"
"And you just assumed this...why?"
"Because I know you want to," She playfully batted her eyes at him with a devious smirk plastered on to her face.
He couldn't resist even if he tried, "Alright. Fine, but only around the neighborhood."
She gave him a little pout, "Alright, several neighborhoods."
"Great," Before even she knew what she was doing, she swiftly pecked him on the cheek and ran toward the counter.
Lydia's quick retreat was to try to hide her ever-growing blush over what she had just done. Stiles walked rather slowly, hoping his own cheeks would cool down enough before she saw their bright red color. ϟ