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.

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[unflagging]

Oh yeah, this was gonna be good.

He looks just as shocked as she does, glancing between the happy young couple across the table and his own particular romantic attachment.

"Well, seeing as I'm not acquainted with any of the other people you mentioned, I'm afraid I can't be of much help."

But it sounded like a set of refugees from a soap opera. On the last episode of Days of Our Young and Restless Passions,, Scott has broken his engagement Allison to be with Lydia, whom he only recently encountered after she was hired at the Clockwork Cafe. Lydia's family has fallen on hard times and, in desperation, she has been forced to find work. Bereft, Allison plots revenge with Jackson, and she redoubles her efforts after she learns that Lydia left him--he assumes that she left him for Scott, but the truth is that her shame at being penniless after her father's business collapsed has driven her to cut all ties with her former life. The two hatch a plan to poison Lydia--and perhaps most of the town, if they aren't careful. Could there be a romance growing between them? A romance born of revenge? Meanwhile, Stiles, has returned from a year abroad with the Peace Corps and with a very different perspective on life in Citytown. And Melissa has also found new love when a mysterious and handsome stranger comes to town (introducing Rory Fletcher--a special guest appearance by Robert Fisher). Will Scott approve of her new love? Will Scott approve? Will he live long enough to approve? Find now today on...Days of Our Young and Restless Passions (cue theme music).

[affectioning]

His smile wavers and then completely falters. It curls downward as he tries to see where his mother is coming from. Maybe this is sudden, but - that just seems mean. Mentioning Allison. Mentioning Jackson. Stiles. They cleared it with Stiles.

"Mom, don't ask him." In this case, him could be replaced by a number of expletives if Scott saw fit. "He doesn't know us. He doesn't know me. And he doesn't even know you." It's the curse talking. It's blind love and confusion and concern for his mother but mostly, right now, it's that he doesn't even recognize the woman sitting in front of him. "Allison and I broke up. You know that. It's been months. Jackson killed people and he's in London. He hasn't exactly kept in touch." And he never treated her well. "I'm ten times better for her than Jackson." He's more attentive, nicer, sweeter, more romantic, and all around better. "I'm the freaking true alpha."

This is going off the rails but thanks to the curse, Scott's just getting started.

"I know I can't know what it's like having a kid and a husband who sucks and then not dating but you can't be that lonely and sad that you'd bring home a stranger from the grocery store! You have me. You'll always have me." Just like Lydia will have him. And now she'll have Lydia. "You don't know us," he says, turning his attention to Rory. "So, please don't tell her what she wants to hear. Something tells me that's all you've been doing all day." His gaze back to his mother, now. "I thought you'd be happy for us. But, you're too busy being cursed with a hotel clerk from Wyoming."

He doesn't remember where Rory's supposed to be from. He doesn't much care anymore.

[lefthandedgenius]

"I was dating Jackson, but he's gone. And he was, you know, kind of a homicidal lizard for a while there?" She nods in agreement firmly with everything Scott says. (And the True Alpha thing? Kiiiinda hot.)

She looks earnestly at Melissa, still holding Scott's hand. "I wasn't lying to you about what I said in the kitchen. And we're not lying about this, either. I love your son. We were idiots not realize we were perfect for each other sooner."

[mamanurse]

Her jaw drops the more Scott talks, and she completely misses what Lydia says, honestly. Her heart moves up in her throat, and she's done. And...what the hell is this about "true alpha?" She'll have to get that out of him later. When she's not so frustrated and furious and, frankly, cursed.

"You two are obviously under the influence of something. There is definitely something weird going on here, and I don't have to sit here and listen to this. I'm done."

She stands up, both hands flat on the table, her palms pressing down as if she can shove away the burning humiliation and need from this night. Even the desire she felt for Rory was subsumed in this anger she felt with her son. In the end, this would probably be something she'd thank him for profusely. But now, it just stung her pride.

"I'm not cursed. Rory's not cursed. You two? Obviously are. So until we can sort this out either way? Goodnight. Rory, honey...I'm sorry. I'll call you tomorrow morning, we'll have an evening outside of these two. I promise."

[unflagging]

But just when everything is getting exciting! Foul! Not fair! Boo! Booooo! Kill the umpire! Boooooo! Cheat! Swindler! You probably end up with entirely too many pink fifties all of a sudden when you play Monopoly! Booooooooo!

He'd done his best to stay quiet and still, to look concerned but not too shocked, to keep out of the line of fire. Best practices, you know?

But now he slid back very slowly and carefully from the table.

"Yeah, this sounds like something that you should talk about without me here. Um. Still, it was nice to meet you, Scott, Lydia."

And he stood up. But before making a break for it (pity it had to be in the midst of such spectacular fireworks), he stood just a little too close to Melissa. No matter about the rage, she was still beautiful and he still loved her (and she was beautiful when she was angry, as the saying went).

"Call me, all right? I don't care what time."

Big, blue, pleading eyes. Please please please, call me?

And a quick peck on her cheek too (watch that add fuel to the fire, though).

He could probably just slide on into his old crow disguise and hang out nearby, hear the rest of this ordeal, keep an eye on her. Wouldn't be hard. Sure was tempting. Maybe he should.

Well, first things first: getting out. A last lingering glance...and he ducked from the room.