No reviews makes me depressed... Can we get maybe one review? 12 reviews for chapter 12? It'd be nice, but I'll still update if not.
Okay, I have issues with self deprecation, but this chapter is bad. Really bad. It only gets better at the end. But if you haven't definitively figured out what's up with Stiles &Lydia, at least read the end.
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"If you want my future, forget my past! If you wanna get with me, better make it fa-ast!
Now don't go wastin', my precious time! Get your act together we could be just fine!" Malia crooned as they all came off the first chorus. She'd stopped Lydia's rant by popping her CD into the player. Stiles was surprised it had one the first time. He tried to get her an MP3 or God forbid a smart phone, but it was hard enough to convince her if she didn't stop clinging to cassettes she'd never listen to music again. She wasn't the best singer, but her enthusiasm, oddly, made her a bit better. They all sang the chorus again. Now it was Stiles' turn, big breath.
"If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends. Love can last forever, friendship never eh-ends! If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give. Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is~! What do you think about that? Now you know how I fee-eel. Say you can handle my love are you for real,
I won't be hasty, I'll give you a try. If you really bug me, then I'll say good-bye." Back into the chorus again. This method of topic avoidance may scar Stiles for life, but even Lydia had given into Malia's puppy dog eyes.
"If you wanna be my lover, you've gotta get with my friends. Love can last forever, friendship never e-ends. If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give. Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is~."Lydia's voice was like silk to Stiles. But she rarely sang and that was the only part she would sing. The rest she spoke, even if with wonderful rhythm. "So here's a story from A to Z. If you wanna get with me you better listen carefully. We got M in the place who rocks it in your face. We got Stiles like an MC who likes it on an easy beat- he doesn't come for free, he's a real lady. And as for me you'll see, oh you'll see!" They all sang the next line (Or two?), then Malia sang the rest of the song, as Stiles kicked back, kind of wanting to fall asleep. As the song stopped and Lydia switched to the classical radio station, Stiles looked over to her.
"Hey, your dad visited me at the hospital." Malia popped forward.
"I thought you were only there for like, a half an hour?"
"How'd you know how long we were there?" Malia held up a flip phone Stiles planned to covertly replace as soon as possible.
"Peter and I text." Lydia pushed her back into a sitting, and scolded her sternly.
"Seatbelt..." Malia gave puppy dog eyes but pulled the middle belt across her lap. "How did he know about it?"
"He said your mom called him on his way into town. That she was worried and asked him to stop or something." Lydia fixed him with an odd look.
"My mom?" Stiles nodded.
"Didn't you tell her...?" Lydia shook her head, before continuing to drive and a light Stiles hadn't noticed turned green. "Well I guess we know where you got your 'something'-ness from..." Lydia thought a minute before just shrugging.
"At least I didn't get his accent." Stiles hit his head back against the head rest and murmured.
"Oh, my god..." He tried to think of maulings, which had in the last year or so become a very real threat to his livelihood, to get keep the idea of Lydia with a British accent from making the car trip very uncomfortable. Oddly, no such gore gave any relief... it may have disturbingly made the problem worst. The girls must have noticed because he didn't have the time to worry about that before together they remarked.
"Your dad naked..." Immediately the image sprang to mind.
"OH MY GOD!" He cried, setting a world record with his cringe. "There will never be enough bleached produced to get that image out of my head!"
"You're very welcome." Lydia said for both her and Malia.
"Okay, but seriously, why is what I said weird?" Malia: Stiles thought almost as good at resurrecting the should-be dead than her father...
"Well, for starts, A- trying to matchmake your dad is not socially acceptable; B- trying to hook him up with your friends is less socially acceptable; C- saying any couple involving your dad or your friend is 'hot' is more socially acceptable than A or B, but it's still weird." Lydia ignored Malia opening her mouth to ask a follow up. "YES, even if they are hot. Which Peter and Stiles aren't. No offense." Lydia said which sounded very insincere.
"None taken, since 3rd grade."
"And that's not weird or pathetic at all..." Malia said, just a pinch bitter at the dismissal of her proposed matchmakery.
"Yeah, and neither is waking up in the tub with the water going because you dreamt you were catching fish in a creek..." Malia stared mouth slightly agape. Not mad, just shocked he knew. "You're not the only one who talks to Peter." Malia huffed in annoyance.
"I'm not even match making. They're always hanging around each other, and quipping at each other. They're totally alike. It's impossible not to think of them as a couple!" Stiles spun around in his seat.
"How are me and Peter anything alike?!"
"You're both smart asses." Malia said immediately.
"You're both wimps among your friends." Lydia said right after her.
"Hey!" Stiles tried to interject but Malia spoke up immediately after Lydia.
"You like the same books." Stiles and Lydia both looked back to her at this. Lydia through the mirror, but whatever.
"You don't even know what I read!"
"Some book called Good Omens, the Grimm Brothers fairytales, that stupid book series Supernatural." Stiles stuttered then scoffed, turning back around.
"I don't even read those books anymore..." Malia smirked.
"There are updates of new stories online." Stiles spun around to face Malia giving himself minor dizziness.
"Bull..." Malia nodded.
"Really. Peter looked into it. The uploads came from a laptop on the author's girlfriend's guest wifi server." Lydia turned up the radio a little, apparently bored with their conversation. That didn't distract Stiles from turning and discreetly texting Peter to email him the link to these updates.
"Whatever. You and Lydia read all the same magazines, and you aren't dating." Stiles turned when he heard what sounded like a laugh being choked off before even coming to fruition, much like a snort, come from the driver seat. Lydia was smirking, still watching the road. "Wait, really!? I thought you guys were just bene-friends?" Malia was just playing with her nails very casually.
"What's the difference really? Just what you call each other..." Stiles shrugged.
"Well, how you treat each other, act with each other." Malia just gave a confused look. Stiles looked to Lydia wondering why this would confuse the young were-coyote. Lydia didn't even have to look back at this point.
"She doesn't really have enough experience in either to know the difference, and we don't act much different." She turned back to address Malia at an opportune red light. "He means how we cuddle with each other, compared to how we just hang out with him." Malia made an 'oh' face and nodded. Stiles sighed and shrugged.
"Progress I guess."
.~.
Once they got to the closest semi-mall, which was a town over or so, they went window shopping. As they passed a fountain, Stiles gave a dull hiss and Lydia gave a sharp gasp and each took a step away, but they all kept walking.
"God, is that thing shooting out boiling water?" Stiles said rubbing a series of small red dots from where the water had burned him. Lydia scoffed, ignoring her own burns.
"The maintenance in this place is shot to hell..."
Malia, though confused, kept to herself that she'd been hit too, and felt the water was fairly cool.
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That's the end for this chapter. Yes, in the last scene the fountain is spewing holy water. You can decide why: accidental blessing, superstitious employee, clever/mischievous hunter, etc. The point is DEMON BLOOD FOR EVERYONE! YAAAAAAAAAAAAY!