Let Me Write A Sonnet About Your Beauty [Lydia] Jan 27, 2014 18:21:58 GMT -5
Post by Stiles Stilinski on Jan 27, 2014 18:21:58 GMT -5
Christmas was fast approaching, or so that's what Stiles' biological clock was telling him. It was pretty much screaming at him to figure out what he was getting everyone. He already got a stack of video games for Scott. Then there were there were the books for Derek, "How to Smile for Dummies", "How to control your anger 101", "How to properly care for your pets", and "My Little Pony Friendship is Magic: How To Make Friends." It wasn't his fault that Derek needed some reminders on how to be human. Maybe he should have gotten the Alpha an "Internet for Dummies" book. It'd do his heart some good to not get growled at when the werewolf needed something researched.
He had settled on a dress for Thaila, a cool looking scope for Allison's bow and arrow, and a giant teddy bear for Lilith. There was also the chew toys for Pierson and the potty book that every little werepuppy needs to be read when learning to be house broken. He had settled on the latest season of Project Runway and America's Next Top Model for his favorite Cat Woman. Seriously, he needed to shove her onto one of those shows. It had been difficult buying ANYTHING for Boyd. He had pretty much given up already and just settled on giving Boyd an ipod and some gift cards to some different restaurants around town. Honestly, him and Erica could use some time out together.
All that was left was Cora, Isaac, and Lydia. Isaac he knew he could just shove scarves at and that guy would be satisfied. Seriously. Scarves? They lived in California. How could Isaac be cold all the time? And Cora? He had no idea about her. She was like a younger mix of Derek and Peter. Cookbooks? Stuffed animals? Some CDs? He had no idea.
That just left Lydia. He was really just strolling through the mall looking for things to buy her. His eyes kept changing what store they were looking at. He wanted something impressive. Something that said he paid attention. Something that might actually get her to finally notice him. Maybe a bigger tv? Or clothes? Or maybe designer handbags? He stopped outside the best handbag shop. It had names like Prada, Gucci, Coach, Louis Vuitton, and more.
He just stared at the Louis Vuitton set in the window. There was a backpack and the pattern on that was the same on the purse, bigger bag, and even a thin wallet. There were so many different sizes that his mind swam trying to figure out which might be best.
Of course, a face reflected in the glass in front of him. It started him, someone stopping right behind him. He spun around after he realized the person started to talk to him.
Tagged: Lydia Theresa Martin
Notes: Look! A starter!
Word Count: 469
Music: "sigh No More" by Mumford & Sons