But I’m glad you all have your guns out.
So I'm sending possibly the most cliché prompt ever. The pack has bets on when Derek and Stiles will finally admit that they're grossly in love and get together. Lydia bet Christmas day, which is now one week away and they're no closer to it than ever, but Lydia Martin never loses, so she has to pull out all the stops to get them to admit it (without the others knowing, since that's cheating).
“Okay, guys, we’ve gotta hurry this up. Derek and Stiles will be back from picking up dinner any second now,” Lydia says as she twirls a pen in her hand.
“Alright-Scott, you’ve got money down on Decmber 1st-little ambitious there if you ask me, Allison’s hoping for January 10th…What about you Isaac?”
Isaac narrows his eyes before responding. “New Years. At midnight, specifically.”
Lydia snorts. “No way it is going to take them that long. The holiday season is infectious, there’s no way those two will be able to get through it without a grand confession. I’m going with…Christmas Eve. No, Christmas Day. Alright, everyone, signatures here please.” She passes the sheet of paper that she’s written the bets on over to Allison.
As the pack signs the paper, Lydia continues.
“Alright, so we all agree-winner gets 50 bucks, from every pack member. And gets to pick the movie at pack nights for the the next year. Not to mention eternal glory. Whoever’s guess is the next closest day to the day that Stiles and Derek finally get their act together, wins. But once your day is over, you lose. You only have until midnight on that day to win.”
The pack nods in agreement and Lydia slips the sheet back into her purse just as Derek and Stiles walk in the door, arguing as usual.
“You could have at least gotten one order of curly fries, that’s all I’m saying,” Stiles complains as Derek shuts the door behind them.
“You’re the only one who eats that crap.” Derek retorts.
“Yeah, which is exactly why you should have ordered it! Would have been a nice gesture, that’s all I’m saying.”
Derek glares at Stiles from across the kitchen counter.
“Maybe I should’ve moved my bet up,” Isaac comments.
“What bet?” calls Derek as he strides into the living room where the pack is seated.
“Nothing,” they all respond in unison.
So like maybe my focus is on the wrong place but that’s a definite happy trail in that last gif