[ So asking Lydia out is proving to be harder than Stiles thought it would be.
They'd undeniably become closer since he first garnered his crush on the strawberry blonde queen of his life in, you know, third grade; Stiles and Lydia'd sort of become partners in crime and one hell of a good supernatural team. They could basically open their own detective agency at this point, a career that Stiles was seriously considering after high school. That plan also included them being married supernatural detectives but that was a long long way off and he kind of had to start by getting the date first.
Asking her straight on would be too boring. Eighties movie style would get something thrown at him from the window, probably. So Stiles is down to his probably dumbest idea ever, and that's a box of pizza with, "will you be my girlfriend, or is this too cheesy?" written on the inside of the lid.
Right. Okay. So. Pizza obtained, Stiles bumps the door open with his hip and smiles at her, trying not to show his nerves as he sets it down on the bed. ] I'll grab plates, and stuff, you just--go ahead and go to town.
[ Wow nailed it. He busies himself over by his desk, like he's digging for a paper plate or something, which is really just a cover for his jittering. Oh god he's going to puke. ]
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They'd undeniably become closer since he first garnered his crush on the strawberry blonde queen of his life in, you know, third grade; Stiles and Lydia'd sort of become partners in crime and one hell of a good supernatural team. They could basically open their own detective agency at this point, a career that Stiles was seriously considering after high school. That plan also included them being married supernatural detectives but that was a long long way off and he kind of had to start by getting the date first.
Asking her straight on would be too boring. Eighties movie style would get something thrown at him from the window, probably. So Stiles is down to his probably dumbest idea ever, and that's a box of pizza with, "will you be my girlfriend, or is this too cheesy?" written on the inside of the lid.
Right. Okay. So. Pizza obtained, Stiles bumps the door open with his hip and smiles at her, trying not to show his nerves as he sets it down on the bed. ] I'll grab plates, and stuff, you just--go ahead and go to town.
[ Wow nailed it. He busies himself over by his desk, like he's digging for a paper plate or something, which is really just a cover for his jittering. Oh god he's going to puke. ]