"I think I heard you wrong. Did you just say you want to go out on a date?" Lydia asked. Her voice dripping nothing less than disbelief. Which didn't faze me much. I haven't been on a date...Since ever. I was too wrapped up in the werewolf business when I was a teenager. And when I became an adult, I was just as busy with work and Scott. Who - I now realized - isn't ever going to love me the way I love him. I might as well start getting deeper into my love life and find someone. Which is why I'm here at Lydia's house - three days after I got myself together - seeking advice from the master of class and high standers.
"Yes. I want to go out on a date." I stated the obvious. Well, what seemed to be obvious to me. If Lydia's face is any indication, it wasn't exactly mutual with her. She still was disbelieving. And maybe a bit confused. And that offended me. I mean, really! I'm not that big of a nerd. I can get people to go out on dates with me! Psshhh. I almost got Derek to go with me one time. Even though it was because I threatened to rip his treasured leather jacket. And that was only after all the growls, death threats, and insults. Even afterward, he still didn't go on the date. Explaining in a way only Derek could. "I'm not gay. You're an idiot. Ask me again, and I'll kill you."
So yeah...I've never been on a date. In Twenty Six Years. Basically ever.
"I'm married, remember? To Jackson. And aren't you gay?" I bit back the laughter that threatened to burst out. For her to actually think I'm still in love with her and wanted to date her is amusing. Let alone think I was straight. Which I'm without a doubt not. I shipped that sail when Scott and I were in the Jungle. The guys. The bodies. Fuck, the bodies. I had to do everything not to get a boner right there. My attraction for Scott came soon afterwards. Unfortunately for my life. And my heart. Which constantly gets beat the crap out of.
"How can anyone forget?" Lydia shot me a warning look, but I ignored it and continued on. "I'm not here to ask you out, though. I'm here to ask for your help to find a date. Hopefully a good looking one, too." I know that was kind of vain. But, can you blame me? I'm in my twenties. I'm single. And let's not forget the main reason. I'm. A. Guy. AKA I want someone good looking. I'm tired of being the nice guy. It's gotten me absolutely nowhere. That doesn't mean I was going to be an ass - no - it just meant I wasn't looking for love right now.
And to my horror, Lydia's face lit up like a christmas tree. It was like I made her queen or something. Which in all honesty, I don't think that would be the best idea. Lydia is scary. And to think at one time I thought that made her attractive. Now it only makes me want to run for my life - Screaming like a little girl.
"I know the perfect man," Her eyes twinkling with mischief. "He's hot. Familiar. And in the NFL." Lydia says this, licking her upper lip in a slow motion. And I couldn't help but think she had a double meaning behind her words. And I would be lying if that didn't get me a bit excited. This man is hot by Lydia's standers. And he's fit! I was in for a surprise. Hopefully a pleasant one. I didn't need anymore one-sided relationships. God knows my heart can't take anymore of this. Sco-
No. I will not think about him. That is over. I'm getting my life in order and I'm going to move on. Whether my heart wants that or not.
"Perfect. Tell him to meet me as soon as he can," I ripped a piece of paper and a pen that was stuffed in my pocket and I scribbled my number down. "And we'll settle on a place." I stated as I handed her the ripped piece of paper. It wasn't until Lydia took it, that I realized how strange this all was. Not to admit, a little frightening. I didn't even know who she was talking about! The guy could be a killer or worse, a werewolf.
But it was too late for backing out. Lydia was already pulling out her phone and dialing mystery man's number. She shooed me away with her manicured hand, and I went willingly for once. A few reasons why. One, I was shaking in my own skin thinking about the man. Two, I really didn't want to hear what Lydia is going to say to him. Probably something along the lines of embarrassing or horror filled. I can take my bet of both.
Well...I did say I wanted to go on a date and move on. Might as well get on with it.
But as I made my way out of Lydia's home, I couldn't stop the single thought of how horrible my luck is.
"I'm so screwed..." I muttered under my breath, barely making it into my car.
At least I can say I'm not thinking of Scott...Well, before I wasn't.
"You're twenty-six. You've beat werewolves asses. You can do this, Stiles!" I breathed out, gazing into my own reflection in the mirror. I got the call right when I got home from Lydia's. He said yes! The mystery man said yes to going out with me. He even stated he wanted to go out as soon as possible. Which - from Lydia's point of view - means he's eager to see me. So I wasted no time in asking him to dinner at the local diner tonight. It wasn't very fancy, but they had good food. I just hoped he would find it enjoyable, too.
But, back to my appearance. Which if I was being honest, I'm looking pretty damn good. Not Derek or Jackson good. But still attractive. My hair - which I somewhat grew out after high school - was slightly tousled. I was wearing dark ripped jeans and a tight plain white jeans. Which showed off my abs. They weren't ripped like werewolves, but they were pretty decent in my opinion. I don't remember a time I dressed up like this. Taking the time in my appearance. Now I sound like a teenager!
One date and I'm becoming teenager Scott...
Teenage Scott was very attractive, though. His beautiful doe eyes when the-
"Incoming call from Ice Prince." Even though it was Jackson, I was very thankful for someone dragging me out of my flashback. Not that it shooed away the familiar shots of fire that bled through my skin. No matter how much I wished it could.
I quickly picked up my phone off the round off white sink and I pressed 'Answer'. I then pressed the speaker phone button and I waited for Jackson's voice to be flooded through my house. Well, the bathroom. But this is basically where I spend most of my time. Because of the asshole Scott is married to.
"Lydia wanted me to call and tell you to stop worrying. That you have nothing to be worried about and you should pack protection...For your, um, fun night..." Jackson said, sounding nothing less bashful. Okay, maybe he was more than bashful. He was being awkward and totally out of character. But, I guess gay sex does that to a straight man?
Actually. Scratch that. It was awkward for even an gay man. I think the temperature might have went up a few degrees, also...
"A-Alright...Um, Thanks? I think...I'll b-be sure to do so," Right after I die. "Good talk, man. Really good talk." Okay, now I was being awkward. But the man did just tell me to pack protection! Like I was going to have sex on the first date. I'm not that kind of guy. Who does Lydia take me for? No, I do not want to know the answer to that question.
"...Yeah...Good talk. Just, treat him good, okay? If you hurt him, I'll kill you." Before I could answer Jackson's confusing question, he hung up. Without a goodbye or anything, too! He could be like sourwolf sometimes. I swear. But, if I told either one of them this. They would probably gang up and kill me. So it was best to stay quiet.
I then took that moment to gaze down at my phone, only for it to be flashing the time. It was eight o'clock. Twenty minutes before my date is supposed to happen. I really need to get a move on! It'll take a bit of time to get there and I didn't want my date to think I stood him up. Or that I was stuck up.
God, I hope he's attractive.
My hands shook against the steering wheel as I drove to Sandy's diner. I'm so nervous. What if I babble? What if my breath stinks? Oh god...What if he thinks I'm a goofball? Did we go to school together? If we did, he probably already knows that fact. I was constantly acting as if I was high. Some of those times I wished I was.
But, I really shouldn't be thinking like that right now. Or I might wreak. Again. And have Derek chewing my ass out. Again.
I breathed in and out deeply, concentrating on the road in front of me. I was almost there. Just a few more minutes and I'll be there. Hopefully I can keep reminding myself this and I won't pass out. Because if being late would be embarrassing, I can only imagine how passing out at the wheel would look. I would be mortified. Completely and utterly mortified.
"The radio should do the trick!" I smiled triumphed and I hesitantly took right hand off the wheel. I pressed lightly on the screen and soon rock music was heard through out my car. Soothing any worries I had away. I sighed in relief and I drove carefully to the diner. Thankful for the person who made radios. Because of them, hopefully I'll make to the diner in one piece.
When I finally did make it and I was about to make my way into the diner. I ran right into a very attractive and familiar face. One I haven't seen since graduation. Hell, even before graduation. Danny. Danny Mahealani. The guy I used to bug constantly about my rate of attraction to gay guys. And just when I thought it was just a mere coincidence. A flashback of earlier hit me.
"...Yeah...Good talk. Just, treat him good, okay? If you hurt him, I'll kill you."
Jackson wouldn't say that about just anyone unless...Wait...
"You're my date!" Okay, shouting at your date isn't exactly the first thing you should do. Or the second, or hell, even the last. But I never really did have a filter on my mouth. It just opened and closed as it wished. Even though I did have control on it more than I did before...I think. God, he probably thinks I'm still that same dork who would never shut u-
And that's when a soft laugh bubbled through the crisp winter air. One that smelled of cinnamon and chocolate. Have I told you my favorite scent is cinnamon and my favorite food is chocolate? Well, it is. And the scent of it blended together is heavenly. And his eyes. Oh good god. His eyes are so rich I can believe stand to look in them without feeling like I was going to get sucked in. Adulthood has done wonders to his body, I'm tell-
"You haven't changed a bit, have you Stiles?" I casted my head down bashfully. Hoping the snow would drag me under and hold me there until - well - forever? My worst fear has come true. The one person I get set up with is the same person who wanted nothing to do with me in high school. Actually, more than that, he thought I was annoying with all my questions and whatnot. "Hey, it's not a bad thing! You've always been adorable with how honest you are. It's actually more than adorable. It's sexy." Danny added, his face also burning red in bashfulness.
He chose that moment to take my hand and lead me inside. All worries and thoughts went faded the moment he touched me.
And that's when I knew this date might not end up so bad. At least that is what I thought...
Until I just so happened to find Scott and Derek sitting in a booth not two feet away from the walkway.
"Stiles?!"
"Idiot?"
I was so fucked. And not in the good way.
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Well, as you can see, just as Stile was trying to move on, everything comes falling around him. How will Scott react to Stile going on a date with Danny? And how will Stile react to having both Scott and Danny around him? Will he continue with his date or will he abandon it for Scott?
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