Chapter 2 Eyes on the Road.
Stiles woke up early the following morning. He wasn't nervous per-say but he definitely wanted everything to go right. He had packed a bag of essentials the night before. A fleecy blanket for after surgery incase she was cold, his laptop for Netflix, some movies, some books for him to read while she was in surgery and medicine lots of medicine.
He threw on some jeans a, T-shirt and one of the many plaid shirts he owned.
After quickly brushing his teeth and trying to fix his hair, he checked to make sure he had everything he would need.
"Okay, okay. Keys, wallet," he listed off as he patted his pockets.
Opening his backpack he continued "laptop, books. Shit, where are they I definitely put…" he was cut off.
"Stiles…" the sheriff said with an exasperated sigh as he stood at the doorway.
"Yeah." He responded while he continued to rummage through his bag pulling everything out that he had carefully packed.
"Is there any reason why Cosmo, InStyle, and People were on the dining room table?"
"Oh thank God, I was looking for those everywhere!" Stiles said as he snatched the magazines out of his fathers hands.
"Would you like to explain to me why your reading about The Best Ways to Please Your Man in Bed and Finding the Right Nude Lip for You?," the sheriff said as he tapped the article titles on the cover.
"Well Dad I think that you should know I've made some life changes.." Stiles said reassembling his backpack.
"Stiles cut the shit, you've already used this one when I found you at the gay bar." He said to his son exasperatedly.
"I kid I kid. They're actually for Lydia I'm taking her to get her wisdom teeth out, she needed a ride and I thought I could be helpful since I got mine out last fall" He said as he packed the magazines.
"School?" the sheriff questioned.
"Staff development day. Lydia plans well," He said as he slung his bag over his shoulder and sliding by the sheriff.
"Gotta go, Lydia is not one to be kept waiting."
It was nearly 8:30 as Stiles' Jeep pulled up into Lydia's stone drive crunching over the rocks. She stood impatiently waiting tapping her foot.
"Hey, you all set?" Stiles said as he poked his head out the window hand on the steering wheel on the rolled down window.
"You're late," she responded as she crossed to the passenger's side door leaving Stiles to pull himself back into the car.
"Great start Stiles," he muttered to himself as Lydia shut her door.
"What,are you saying. Enunciate Stiles don't mutter, you know I hate it when you do that." She said as she buckled herself in and checked her makeup in the mirror mushing her lips together.
" I was just…" he paused looking at Lydia hand on the gear shift
"Lydia, what are you wearing," he asked skeptically as he took in the blue dress.
"Newest Kate Spade just bought it yesterday. Do you like it?" she waited for his response. [1]
"Yeah of course I like it I mean you'd great in a paper bag." He said quickly "But that's not that point. I meant to say why are you wearing that?"
"I could ask you the same thing." She looked at his ratty jeans and typical plaid shirt disapprovingly.
"Lydia did you not read the instructions the doctor gave you? Wear comfortable warm clothes, sweatpants, t-shirt not something out of a Rumor Chick episode."
"Gossip Girl. Does it look like I own sweatpants Stiles?" she said as she looked at her watch.
"I don't know maybe, what about that Juicy Couture shit."
" Ugh so tacky. I would die before I had the word Juicy plastered across my ass. Well it's too late to change now anyway. We only have 20 minutes to get there. Guess this will have to suffice."
"Well, don't tell me I didn't warn you when you're freezing in there." Stiles said as he reversed out of the driveway arm singed over the back of Lydia chair looking backwards.
As he was looking back he noticed his lacrosse stuff on his back seat.
"Hey, why don't you wear my lacrosse warm-ups." He said as he pulled onto the main road.
"You're sweaty uniform? I'll pass." She said as she inspected her nails scoffing as if he had suggested something totally outlandish.
"Not my uniform the tracksuit thing. Just washed them and they haven't been worn. They smell pretty good, sniffed 'em myself." Head said nodding his head at her approvingly.
"Is it polyester?" she questioned.
"Uh, I don't know. Maybe. It's kinda soft not like a baby's bottom soft, but more like Hugh Hefners' pajamas soft.
"An when have you felt Hugh Hefner's smoking jacket."
"You know what I mean, kinda meshy, silky and comfy.
"What kind of detergent do you use? I'm allergic to Downy" she said
"I don't know. I think the one with the creepy bear on it. Thing gives me nightmare." He responded.
"Of all the things you could have nightmare about, seriously Stiles, a teddy bear." she said raising an eyebrow at him.[ . /30597cec954b25f9fd149b3fdac7ff1c/tumblr_n8dm35MWXK1t27ahco1_ ]
" Have you seen that thing. It's eyes are life less and demonic looking." He shuddered. "I'm going to eat your brains" he said in what was assumed to be a demonic teddy bear voice.
He looked over at her chuckling at his own joke. She was in the process of unbuckling herself and climbing into the back seat.
"Where are you going" he asked quizzically eyes following her into the backseat
"Eyes on the road Stiles." She said
"Lydia, why are you sitting back there? I'm not your chauffeur, this is not Driving Miss Daisy, and I'm definitely not Morgan Freeman." He said turning around once more.
He found a half naked Lydia. Her dress was unzipped and folded down around her waist.
He whipped his head back to the front.
"You don't have clothes on! Why don't you have clothes on?" he question frantically eyes wide on the road hands gripping the steering wheel.
"I'm changing, I told you to keep your eyes on the road. Is this white shirt clean?"
"Yup clean. Everything's clean, clean clean clean. Clean Machine, Mr. Clean that's me." He said nervously. He looked around the road hoping there was no one there.
"Lydia do you think that maybe you could've changed in the bathroom at the office. I mean there could be like you know people out here."
"Relax Stiles were on a back road of Beacon Hills. I have a bra on and I doubt there's going to be many people on here. And besides I'm already done.
He heard a zip and Lydia emerged from the back with her dress folded over her arm. He looked over at her taking in the sight.
"Comfy!" she said as she plopped back into her seat as Stiles slowed to a stop at a red light.
"I may just have to buy one for myself." She said as she pulled her hair out from the jacket.
"You can have that one. Keep it its yours, all yours." He said probably a little to eagerly. He had to admit he liked how she looked in his clothes. It was a change from Lydia's normal look, prim, proper, put-together. The suit was too big for her. She fiddled with the cuffs her hands almost lost in the sleeves, he would probably needs to roll them up for the pants were turned over a few times her hip bones peeking out. But man she still looked like a vision. He continued to admire her.
"Stiles."
"Hmm." He said snapping out of his thoughts.
"The lights green."
"Oh right. Yup." Stiles turned on the radio leaving them in a comfortable silence.