Dinner With the Stilinskis

AN: Here's a look into the Jameson/Stilinski dynamic along with our ol' lovable Maureen.

~Wayward Summer~

Stiles and Jameson headed down to the Beacon Hills Diner to meet the Sheriff for dinner like they did every Wednesday. The Sheriff had beaten them and was already sitting in their favorite booth. Both teens slid into the seat across from him, with Jameson on the outside.

"Hey, kids." the Sheriff greeted.

"Hey," they both greeted.

"What did you kids do today?"

Jameson let out a frustrated groan.

"We ended up going to the mall with Lydia and watched her try on like a hundred pair of shoes." Jameson whined.

"It wasn't a hundred pair of shoes," Stiles said rolling his eyes, "It was more like 50."

"That's 45 more than necessary in my book."

"Really 'cause you were huffing and puffing after she tried on her first pair."

"Which is better than you, you were all like…" Jameson began panting and then whistled at the end.

"Pff...pff...I was not."

"You were so swooning, Squints. Let's face you got it bad for Wendy Peffercorn."

"You know what, James…"

"What?" she said, resting her chin on her hand.

"Shut-up."

"Make me weenie." She taunted. Stiles looked to his Dad for help.

"Son, you do swoon." the Sheriff said, "But Jameson you could be nicer about it."

In response Jameson just stuck her tongue out at Stiles.

"That's not very nice," Stiles said. Jameson just stuck her tongue out farther, "Dad!"

"Knock it off you two. Let's have a nice quiet dinner, huh?" The Sheriff said before returning to his menu, but then another thought came to him and he lowered it, "And no harassing, Maureen."

Stiles and Jameson shared a look before putting a hand to their chest in mock pain.

"I'm serious guys, I can't afford to compensate her tonight for putting up with you two clowns.'

"Clowns?" Stiles asked.

"Compensation?" Jameson questioned, "She loves us."

"Please, guys." The Sheriff pleaded.

"Fine, whatever, "Jameson said picking up her menu. Stiles nodded in agreement. The Sheriff sighed knowing this was the best response he was going to get out of them.

A few moments late, Maureen came up to the table. The Sheriff lowered his menu and smiled at the middle-aged waitress.

"Howdy, Sheriff!" Maureen greeted.

"Hey, Maureen. How are you?"

"Just fine. Are those kids feeding you right?"

Stiles looked pointedly at his father, daring him to say otherwise. He put a lot of work into making sure his father ate healthy.

"Yeah, they're doing just fine. Though I could do without all the vegetables."

"Those vegetables are saving your life, Dad." Stiles reminded him.

"Yeah, yeah."

"Well at least this kids can do something right." Maureen said smiling evilly at the teenagers. Both of them bristled under the insult, "So what can I get you Sheriff?"

The Sheriff looked again at the burger he really wanted. With the bacon, cheese, onions, and a side of fries. But he knew if he got that, that Stiles would throw a fit. He sighed and looked over at the salads.

"I'll have the grilled chicken salad." the Sheriff ordered.

"What kind of dressing?"

"Lite Italian."

"Coffee?"

"Yes, and a water."

"Alrighty," Maureen said writing it all down. Once she was finished, she looked over at Jameson, "And what about you Trix Yogurt?"

Jameson pursed her lips and exhaled loudly. She looked to Stiles who held his hands up and then at the Sheriff as to apologize.

"Ya know Maureen, Halloween is still a few months away. It's a bit too early for that mask you're wearing." Jameson took a shot at the waitress. Maureen clicked her tongue almost sounding impressed.

"So what can I can get you, Candy Corn?"

"I'll have a turkey club, no tomato, with fries on the side, and a Pepsi," Jameson ordered, "And if you don't screw that up, I'll chip in for that personality transplant you're saving for."

Maureen narrowed her eyes at her, and Jameson eyed her back.

"Cute," Maureen said writing down Jameson's order.

"No ma'am, I am adorable."

Maureen rolled her eyes, before turning to Stiles. The look on her face dared him to join in with his friend.

"I-I'll just have the spaghetti and meatballs." Stiles said, "Oh, and breadsticks and a Pepsi."

"Uh-huh." Maureen muttered. She then took the menus and walked away.

"Thanks, Maureen." The Sheriff called after her, before turning towards Jameson, "Why?"

"She was asking for it." Jameson defended herself.

"She kind of was, Dad." Stiles came to Jameson aid. The Sheriff sighed and rubbed his hands over his face.

"Do you think for at least the rest of the night, you could be civil?" he asked.

"I don't know, you'll have to ask Maureen." Jameson drawled. Stiles nodded.

"Is it going to be like this all the time?" the Sheriff asked.

"Ask Maureen," both Jameson and Stiles said.

"Great," the Sheriff sighed.

~Wayward Summer~

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Texts between Jameson and Isaac