that is why all the girls in town follow you all around [semi-open]

[affectioning]

When; August 20th, during the "Stupid Cupid" Curse
Rating; PG-13 into R, this is Lydia Martin
Characters; Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Melissa McCall, Randall Flagg, YOU
Summary; Scott McCall and Lydia Martin fall in love. They continue their day. Scott confesses to his best friend and the both of them tell his mother at dinner. A choose your own adventure open post with three closed threads.
Log;

why do birds suddenly appear
ev'ry time you are near?
Just like me, they long to be
close to you.

Comments

why do stars fall down from the sky ✚ closed to lydia martin

[affectioning]

Scott McCall is a consummate gentleman. His mother taught him well. Even if, say, he's not in any way, shape, or form good friends with or dating Lydia Martin, he's still going to do the right thing and help her out when she needs it - at least until she gets settled in. He feels responsible for her, for Stiles, and maybe in a way because he can't be there for Stiles, he wants to be there for her.

Things are different here. Isaac is living with Derek. He misses that, too. Stiles is still his best friend but Stiles doesn't need him. It's weird to say. It's even weirder to say he needs Stiles. While they're on their way back to being on the same wavelength slowly but surely, they aren't, yet. And he still has all this responsibility at the shelter-clinic. He puts Wally in charge of the guys during the morning of the twentieth. He trusts him. Wally promises things will go smoothly.

He takes the morning off from the shelter to help Lydia do one final round of shopping. Because Sunday was the day of outfits. Today is apparently the day of shoes.

Scott isn't a fashion guru by any means. But, he can climb high to get those pair of shoes that she sees on the very freaking top shelf. Some might say, he can do so inconspicuously. He can also give his straight and some might say, wrong opinion.

"They're ... nice?" he says, meaning well.

It's their second store into their outing when he's idly checking the network as Lydia Martin tries on a pair of some kind of shoe. Maybe he should be paying more attention.

Re: why do stars fall down from the sky ✚ closed to lydia martin

[lefthandedgenius]

Lydia is able to survive a great deal. Wandering naked in the woods in a fugue for two days. Being brain raped by Peter Hale so he could be resurrected. Having a lizard ex-boyfriend. Being strangled by the darach. Having a stalker since third grade.

But what Lydia cannot survive is a life without a large collection of high heels.

There's a pair in the shoe shop that remind her achingly of ones she has at home in her closet; some go-to that match just about any mini-skirt she's got in her collection. She watches Scott reach for them, unable to keep a little sigh from escaping her lips. Jackson had hated shopping. Oh, he'd taken her anyway, but he bitched the whole time and even though his sense of fashion was way better than Scott's, Scott at least means well and never shows any irritation.

She finds herself remembering that one time she kissed him. He was...really good, actually, and she hadn't been expecting that. Between watching him fetch and carry for her and that little memory floating around in her consciousness, Lydia can't help but wonder why she never really saw him before. (Answer: Alison. But Alison's not here, is she? No. She's not.)

At his offer of opinion she just smiles, sucking her lips in a bit and seats herself in the shoe store chair, tugging off her current shoe and lifting her leg, wiggling her hose covered toes, the nails painted pink with a playful air. Her tone is impish as yes, she apparently intends for him to fit the shoe to her foot.

You don't mind, do you?

Seriously, why hasn't she ever really looked at him until now?

<3

[affectioning]

Scott looks up from the network device. He's watching Wally order someone to - but he's distracted from that because it sounds as if Lydia wants him to take the shoe at her feet and put it on for her? She can't do that herself? But, he's Scott McCall and he can't help but set the network device aside. There's no real reason not to help her. He's even sitting on the ground with his back to the bench. He picks up the nearby shoe. It's cool, he guesses. He's not a shoe guy.

Normally, he'd probably draw the line. Lydia Martin can put on her own shoe. But, he's there. It's convenient.

Taking the shoes, he sets her foot inside before sliding it along her heel, his eyes traveling upward to meet her gaze. Is she gazing. She seems like she's gazing. A look of confusion softens into one of recognition - and finally, reciprocation. His mouth curls into a smile, it widens. He lets out a huff of air and looks away before looking back up.

"How's it fit," he asks, suddenly very concerned with her comfort level.

[lefthandedgenius]

"Not a leg man, huh?" she teases him good-naturedly. Some guys are such dorks that they don't notice when a girl is trying to get their attention in a subtle manner. Scott is apparently one such dork, and Lydia realizes that A) she very much wants his attention, and B) she doesn't mind the fact that he's a dork. He's a sweet, charming, hot, well-built dork (lycanthropy has been really good for him, k).

"They fit great." She rises to her feet so she's looming over him, which will last for as long as it takes for him to stand and then he'll be the one looming. Lydia's aware that she's smiling at him a bit like a dork herself. Her heart's beating fast. The same way it used to when Jackson would smile at her a certain way and she's suddenly be hyperaware of the freckles on his nose and surely, surely Scott can hear it.

[affectioning]

Lycanthropy has been great to him - physically. It's been hell for him in every other way.

But, he's not thinking about lycanthropy right now. He's thinking of Lydia Martin and how before now he's never noticed how pretty she is, how sweet and kind, how smart she is... She's really smart. Smarter than him. Scott really likes that.

When Lydia stands, he stands. It just seems right. He does tower over her. What can he say, he shot up like a weed. Scott's not afraid of eye contact, not ashamed of it. When he likes a girl, he can't look away.

Scott can hear Lydia's heart beat. His own has quickened its pace.

"Good," he replies. He doesn't know what to say. He's suddenly nervous, like anything he does say won't be good enough. "And I don't know. I like a girl's smile." And he's an ass man. But, this is the stuff of love, not lust. Well, the two go hand in hand for Scott McCall. His cheeks are flushed - thank god he worked out how to keep himself in check or this would be Allison and the party all over again.

Not that Allison's on his mind.

She isn't.

[lefthandedgenius]

"Scott," she begins, and gnaws on her lip. She suddenly has no idea of what she wants to say. After a second, she tries again.

"Scott," she starts again, "Do you remember that day you kissed me? You were trying to ask me something." She doesn't remember the question, but suddenly the kiss is recollected in sharp detail and she totally wants to do it again.

It helps that the heels give her height. The better to lean forward, and turn her face up to his. TAKE THE HINT, SCOTT.

[affectioning]

"I remember." There'd been a full moon. He was supposed to be asking her how she felt about Stiles. He'd kissed her. Bringing up what he was going to ask is not a good idea. So, he doesn't. He catches her scent, her desire for him and it makes it all the more difficult not to respond in kind. But, why wouldn't he?

He looks down at her. She's so close to him. When had they gotten this close. Maybe when he'd stood up and she was just there. He's seeing her anew. He wets his lips before leaning in. A hand comes up to cup her cheek and then his lips are on hers.

[lefthandedgenius]

Rockets and meteors and stars going supernova all the way to the bottom of her toes, and it was never like this with Jackson, it was never like this with anyone, and that's why Lydia is 100% certain it's real.

Her fingers lace into his hair and she kisses him back like they're not standing in the middle of the shoe shop for all to see, and when they finally tear away from each other she confesses, "You know this isn't - this isn't just me fooling around? Don't you?" She looks up into his face earnestly, because she's adamant that he understands that she loves him.

[affectioning]

Scott has been in love - or what's felt like love - but Scott's still seventeen. That isn't to say that this doesn't feel like that. It's different. It's heightened. It's a whole lot of emotions balled up and thrown into Scott's heart and stomach. There are butterflies, stars, horseshoes and while we're at it, there are clovers and balloons. It does feel real. He doesn't think for a second that it's not.

Which is why when she tenderly pulls back and Scott opens his eyes, he brings another hand to cup her face fully, his thumb tracing the outline of her lips.

"It means something," he replies. And then, because he's Scott McCall, he pulls her to him again, but this time it's in an embrace. An honest to god, deep hug. Bet that's the first time a guy hasn't initiated a second kiss within the next few minutes, huh, Lydia? "I feel it too."

and star-light in your eyes of blue ✚ closed to stiles, open to all

[affectioning]

stiles;

Scott has broken bro code. It's the highest offense. While he can't deny his newfound feelings and how deep they go, he can't in good conscience accept this new reality until he tracks down his best friend and breaks the news to him. Even if Stiles is doing whatever the hell with Derek Hale, this is still Lydia Martin. Stiles has had a crush on her since day one in school. All Scott heard through middle school was Lydia Martin this, Lydia Martin that and somehow, he's come out the victor.

He doesn't feel like he's won, though, not until his BFF gives them his blessing. So, he picks up two hoagies, uses his fake ID to get a six pack of some kind of beer (maybe the teller hadn't seen his birthday post, maybe the teller was haplessly in love himself) and drops by the Hale-Stilinski-Lahey cabin.

Working up his courage, he heads inside to find his best friend.

everyone;

Scott McCall and Lydia Martin (after falling for one another, of course) separate for a few hours. Scott returns to the shelter, checking on things. He drops in on Angela and Ginny's cafe to see if they need anything for the afternoon. Lydia for her part, returns her spoils from shopping war and does her own thing, perhaps upping the ante on his surprise party and planning aspects of that.

[ In fact, anybody in the City can feel free to bump into either one of them, indicating who they want in the subject line. They can be found all afternoon throughout the City. I'm sure we can work with it. ]

[studmuffin]

Isaac and Derek are probably off doing wolf-y stuff so it's just Stiles, sprawled over the couch like he belongs there, a book held aloft above his face. When Scott enters, Stiles looks surprised but not unhappy.

"Yo!"

Scott hadn't mentioned he was coming over but it's not like he needs to.

[affectioning]

Considering the amount of times Scott and Stiles have dropped in on one another - pre-werewolf, anyway, it shouldn't be surprise, no. Well, him showing up is, that he would isn't.

"Hey man," he says, coming into the living room and setting his bag down on a chair. "You busy right now?"

[studmuffin]

"Nope, just reading some of the City's more interesting texts."

He's pretty sure it's an alien love story disguised as a text book so he scoots back, allows Scott room on the couch. "What's up?"

[affectioning]

He drops down, giving the cover of the text a look. "Looks interesting." It doesn't. Besides, he's also preoccupied. He's nervous, upset, excited. For his part, he's happy Stiles isn't the werewolf. He smiles, opens his mouth to say something and wonders how he should frame it. So, he sits back against couch and sighs, content.

"I'm in love."

[studmuffin]

His eyebrows lift at that, a smirk curling his mouth.

"Dude, I know. I thought we were over you telling me every day?"

[affectioning]

"No, not with Allison." And there, the first time he's said her name all day and it's - okay. The universe didn't collapse. And he wasn't in love with Allison anymore, anyway. They'd had four months apart. He missed her, sure. He'd had that closet moment but that was more about her close proximity. "This is new. It's - Stiles, it's amazing." He sits up again. "I can't believe I never saw it. And maybe, maybe it's because of you," be starts, shifting to face him. "I didn't plan it. Neither of us did. It just happened and it feels right. When I look at her, my heart beats faster. It's like I'm seeing her for the first time."

He takes a second, lost in is own thought and vision of Lydia Martin before regarding his best friend again.

"But, if you're not happy or I crossed a line, then we won't do anything. I know you were into that girl from kindergarten. I don't want to ruin what you and I just got back because, it's Lydia. I love Lydia."

[studmuffin]

There's a long moment where Stiles doesn't say anything and then he starts laughing. He can't help it, it's deep and uncontrollable and hurts his belly so much that he has to wrap his arm around his stomach for a second. ]

You -- You and Lydia? [ Deep breathing. ] Oh my god I needed that, I haven't laughed like that in forever.

on the day that you were born the angels got together ✚ closed to lydia, melissa, and randall

[affectioning]

Scott and Lydia have big news. Neither one is expecting that his mother has found someone as well. Instead, they see themselves revealing their true love and receiving his mother's blessing. Why shouldn't she be happy about her son and formerly the most popular girl in school? Lydia's an actual genius, she's gorgeous and she loves her son.

Lydia and Scott take care of dinner which really just means getting carry-out from the cafe but it still counts if they put it on plates, right? They steal a moment to themselves before Scott goes to pick up carry-out, finally consummating the love that burned deep within - something the both of them will take forever to recover from in the morning (and will never mention ever again).

Why did his mother bring a guy home? Scott's a good kid, he's not usually one to cry stolen thunder. And yet, he feels a little bit gypped. And he's not exactly happy about his mother's suitor. He screams Peter Hale. He wants her to be happy...

So, now they're sitting at the dinner table. Nobody is talking. Apparently, news needs to be shared all around.

[ Posting order: Scott, Lydia, Melissa, Randall? ]

[lefthandedgenius]

Scott has since learned a few things about Lydia, one of which being that when it comes to her, ahem, satisfaction, like everything else in life, she is pretty damn demanding. Besides the obvious upside, there's some benefit to this - she's not shy about telling him what she wants and she's not shy about giving him what he wants, even if she has to coax it out of him. That's part of the fun. Not to mention, Lydia is a fan of repetition. Good thing Scott has stamina.

But when it comes to telling his mom, Lydia is completely on board with presenting Melissa with a good impression. She didn't cook the food, but she definitely helped pick it, and there are candles on the table and well, all the little things, all the elements of style that mark Lydia's hand in wanting to present a good front.

Now they're all dealing with the quiet at the table, which while making Lydia a little anxious, is circumvented by both one of her hands being held in Scot's underneath it as well as the rub of her heel against his ankle while casting hopeful looks in Melissa's direction.

[mamanurse]

She'd been curious about it, honestly. But that was completely subsumed in her new love. She'd never felt this way about anybody, not ever. And the miracle was, he seemed to love her back.

So it was with great appetite that Melissa ate the take-out dinner, oblivious to the problems here. Everybody was in love and it was wonderful. She'd found her new husband-to-be in a shop, and it was all something of a blur from there. Sure, she absently wondered if Scott was still with Allison, but...not too much.

She cast a loving look at Rory, all smiles. Welcome to your new home, darling love of mine.

[unflagging]

Seemed to love her back, anyway.

Well, he did smile in return at her, all bright blue eyes, gleeful, delighted by circumstances and accidental encounters (though something down in the depths of his memory put him in mind of another and made something in this peculiar scene of domesticity ring hollow). Which was something.

But he too let the silence hold: he had no objections to that at the moment, and whatever awkwardness might accompany it could stay too, that fifth guest at the table.

Yes, it was the quieter take on the end of a Shakespearean comedy was what it was: two couples united as they should have been in the first place, thank you very much, but united anyway despite amusing hardships and struggles and potential cross-dressing and blah blah blah.

No, nothing to say and no worries in that regard. He simply reached to take the hand of his most current lady-love.

[affectioning]

Scott shifts in his chair. The foot against his ankle distracts him. And now he's worried. First, he worried about how his mom'll react - like she'd let them sleep in the same bed. But, now he has to deal with his mother bringing a date home without telling him beforehand. There's enough food to go around so that's not an issue. But, make no mistake, Scott takes issue.

"So," Scott finally says, being the one to break the ice. He keeps his eyes on their new guest, Rory Fletcher. He's not the only one who feels this is all sudden, right? Not him and Lydia - him and Lydia make sense. The stranger with his mother just doesn't. "When did you guys meet?"

[lefthandedgenius]

From the moment Randall walked in the door, a sense of uneasiness drops onto Lydia like a net. She's been trying to push it aside ever since, thinking of Scott and how happy his mother looks - after all, if Melissa's in a good mood, that will make their news so much better received, won't it?

But through the silence the dread and death, until Lydia feels choked by it, until finally she's sitting at the table with a heart hammering not from love the way it had been hours ago with Scott, but with fear.

The longer Lydia looks at Randall, the more Lydia wants to scream.

She stays quiet though, not sure how to tell Scott, much less what to tell him, exactly.

lol poor Lydia

[mamanurse]

"Just this morning," she answers, still with a giant grin on her face. It's been way too long since a successful date, and that one had been with Peter Hale.

"I was picking up some groceries, and there he was. It was like...a lightning bolt."

She honestly didn't know what had gotten into her, because the thought of bringing a near-stranger into her home would have given her fits just last week. But with Rory, it wasn't even a second thought. He belonged here, just like the rest of the family did.

[unflagging]

"Kind of funny how that works, isn't it?" He said it more to her than to anyone else. "Lightning striking right there next to the pomegranates. Definitely a surprise, but..." He looked down at their clasped hands, then back to her eyes. "...stranger things have happened."

Pity this courtship didn't involve a single Ouija board. Pomegranates were a poor comparison. But love strikes and one can hardly be too choosy.

Or something like love anyway. Whatever.