Lizzie Saltzman (the_broken_one) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2020-08-04 18:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !completed gdoc, ~2020 august, ~~lizzie saltzman (the_broken_one), ~~stiles stilinski (sarcasticfriend) |
Who: Lizzie and Stiles
What: Movie and pizza
When: Backdated 7/22/2020
Where: Lizzie's bedroom
Warning: None
Status: Completed gdoc
After the Return of the 80s Lizzie had been certain things with Stiles had been ruined. After all, she had slept with another guy. 80s Groupie Liz had been a phenomenal slut, apparently. But Stiles had proven good to his word. He wasn’t running. Add to that, Allison had vouched for him. Lizzie was relieved...and she kind of wished Josie was here to see her twin not falling for a guy that was horribly bad for her. Now she just hoped Stiles wasn’t going to friendzone her.
The pizza and movie had gotten delayed because of the 80s, so they were trying again tonight. Lizzie had opted for where she lived since she was feeling a bit off kilter. This way, if she got too emotional about something her mom was right here to calm her down. It also had the benefit of her mom getting a look at Stiles. After Harry, Lizzie couldn’t blame her.
Even still, when the knock came, Lizzie yanked open the door, grabbed Stiles by the hand then started for the stairs. “I’ll be in my room!” she yelled out as she pushed Stiles in front of her. “Go. Gogogogogo.”
***
Unlike most of Madison, Stiles had not experienced the 1980s madness that had accrued. And from what he had read and from what Lizzie had told him, it sounded like nobody had really been themselves and that was why Stiles wasn’t going to judge Lizzie on anything that she had done. Plus they were friends. They weren’t dating. She could have sex with whoever she wanted.
Now that everything was back to normal, they could finally have their movie and pizza night. He was actually kind of excited for it. Sure it was just pizza and a movie, but he liked being around Lizzie. He felt less miserable around her.
It wasn’t long before he reached her place and knocked on the door. When she answered, he hadn’t been ready for the grab and pull. “Whoa.” Apparently there would be no meeting of the parent right now as he let himself get pulled and pushed around. “Okay, okay,” he said as he made his way up the stairs, stopping once they were on the second floor. He had no idea which room was Lizzie, which is why he stopped. “Which room is yours? And why are we rushing?”
*
She aimed Stiles in the right direction. “You have NO idea how fast my mom can be.” Parental unit with vampire speed. Fun. If her mom wanted to get a few words in with Stiles before they disappeared into Lizzie’s room there would be no stopping it. Fortunately, they managed to get into her room without incident, and just to be certain of it she shut the door quickly.
The pizza had gotten here only a few minutes before he had and it was sitting on her bed giving off its warm, cheesy aroma. Lizzie smiled after she’d given a sigh then gave a vague gesture. “Make yourself at home.”
*
“I’m guessing pretty fast by how much you’re pushing me along,” he half-joked as he was led into Lizzie’s room. And once they were inside he started to glance around, trying to get a better feel of Lizzie by the objects in her room. But that didn’t last long when he eyed the pizza sitting on her bed. He didn’t even realize how hungry he was until the scent of the yummy pie hit his nose. Oh yes, somebody give him some pizza right now.
He didn’t need to be told twice, he was already taking a seat on her bed and flipping open the pizza box. “Hello, pizza goodness.”
*
She hadn’t had a chance to decorate entirely, but what was in there gave Stiles a bit of insight. A poster of the Eiffel Tower was on the wall where she could see it while laying in bed. There was a pile of books on mysticism, spells and rituals, transition and flow of energy, and other titles along the same topics. All of the spines had a crease in them so they’d been opened at least once.
She chuckled as she sat down on the bed opposite Stiles with the pizza between them. “I wasn’t sure what you liked but pepperoni is fairly universal. Unless you’re a vegetarian in which case there’s the door and you can deal with my mom on your own.”
*
Even just the little bit of things around Lizzie’s room said a lot about her. The poster, the books, it gave a little insight into the things that she was into. The books did catch his attention the most, though. Was she just into that stuff because most teenagers were curious about magic and the supernatural or was it something else? He’d bring it up just not right now.
“I am definitely not a vegetarian, so you picked well,” he told her with a smile. “Your mom does know I’m here, right? You didn’t, like, forget to mention that I was coming over?” He had to ask.
*
There were plates and napkins. Eating pizza was messy, and Lizzie liked things neat and clean. At Stiles’ question though she chuckled. “I told her.” Her smile hesitated just a little as she pulled a slice onto a plate for herself. “After Harry...I figure I should let her be mom a little. Sorry, if it makes you uncomfortable.”
It was obvious she was nervous since she wouldn’t look at Stiles and took a bite of pizza to cover for it.
*
Stiles grabbed a plate then a slice of pizza. He took a bite before setting it down on the plate. He would try his best not to make a mess, but hey, it was pizza. It didn’t always behave. “Okay. I had to make sure since you pulled me up here pretty quickly.” That usually meant somebody was trying to hide something. He was definitely glad to hear that she wasn’t trying to hide him from her mom. “Which part? I mean, I don’t feel uncomfortable.”
He took another bite of his pizza and watched her. She seemed a tad bit different from the last time they were around one another. Then again when they first met they were both pretty frustrated and angry about stuff. Not so much tonight. She seemed a little...shy.
*
This was a little out of how she normally would handle things. Normally, she’d make it very clear what she was interested in. What she wanted. After Sebastian and Harry she was a bit off her game. Besides, Stiles deserved better than her wading right in without hesitation.
“Uncomfortable with being here. With my mom here.” She shrugged her shoulders as her brows came down a little.
*
Had he been giving her that vibe? He didn’t mean to. He was definitely not uncomfortable with being there or even having her mom in the house. “Nope and nope. Back home I used to live with my dad and I had no problem having Malia over when we dated. This is nothing.” He was perfectly fine with all of this. “Are you okay, though? It seems like you have something on your mind.”
*
She frowned deeper as she sighed. Lizzie seriously hated feeling vulnerable. It was a sensation she was all too familiar with. Normally, she hid it behind a facade of being a bitch and snark. She didn’t want to do that with Stiles, but that left her in unfamiliar territory. The plate was set aside.
“When I got here I screwed up with Harry.” She shoved her fingers back through her hair and looked at anything but Stiles. “I figured I learned from my mistake. But then this whole 80s shit came and I screwed up again.” Kurt had been a nice guy but she’d just met him, and it wasn’t as if they’d talked since it was over. Besides, it wasn’t Kurt she was interested in.
“I like you,” she said in what for her was a meek voice. “I’d like to try to be more than friends, but I don’t want to screw it up so if you just want to be friends that’s fine. I get it.”
*
He was about to tell her that if she didn’t want to talk about she didn’t have to. But she had started to tell him what was going on before he could even say anything. When she spoke, he listened.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re pretty hard on yourself?” He felt kind of sorry for her. Nobody should feel that bad about the things that they do or have done. “We’re teenagers. Isn’t this the time when we’re supposed to do stupid stuff? And the whole 80s thing...you guys weren’t your selves. You shouldn’t beat yourself up too much over what happened during that time.”
When she confessed that she liked him and wanted to become more than friends with him, he was a little surprised. He still wasn’t used to people actually wanting to be with him. Since most people couldn’t even give him a chance at just being friends let alone something more than a friend. “Yeah?” He couldn’t help but smile. “I wouldn’t say no to that. I mean the moment we met and started talking I felt an instant connection to you. I would definitely like to see where this ends up for us.” If they end up just being really good friends, he would take it. And if they ended up taking it beyond the friendship line, he would definitely take that too. Either way, he liked having Lizzie in his life.
*
Lizzie huffed in wry amusement. “Most people tell me I’m a bitch. And I am,” she confessed with a small lift of her chin, finally. “I don’t take shit from anyone, and consider most people idiots.” But it was a ruse some of the time. She had to admit, if only to herself, that there were times when she wasn’t hiding anything other than the strong urge to swat people upside the head.
She liked that smile. Even more, she liked that it was directed at her. The fact that he wanted the same thing relaxed her. “Good,” she said. “Thanks.” Why she was thanking him, Lizzie wasn’t entirely sure. It just felt like the thing to say right now. Maybe it was for understanding her actions during the weirdness. Whatever, Stiles gained more points in his favor.
That didn’t mean he was immune from her suddenly snitching a pepperoni off his slice of pizza.
*
Stiles tilted his head a bit as he looked at Lizzie. She didn’t seem like a bitch to him. “That should make you a bitch. I mean, nobody should take shit from anyone and most people are idiots.”
He had to chuckle when she said thanks because there really was no reason for her to be thanking him. He just spoke the truth. “Uh, you’re welcome?”
He gasped when she stole a pepperoni off of his pizza. “How dare you!” He swatted at her hand. “Keep away from my pepperoni and get your own!”
*
“You say that now,” she said in a rueful tone, but the smirk on her face said she was decidedly unrepentant. “Wait until you see me talk to the two people from my school. Hope and Landon are completely ridiculous. Sometimes I can’t deal, my mouth opens and opinions come out.”
Speaking of unrepentant she grinned as she consumed his pepperoni. “What? People who are interested in being more than friends share.”
*
“How are they ridiculous?” he asked, curious about her friends or not friends from her school. “There isn’t anything wrong with having an opinion about stuff.” He still didn’t get where the whole bitch thing was coming from.
“Ooooh, is that it? Well, if that’s a rule…” He reached over and stole the rest of her pizza. “Sharing is caring.” He grinned at her before taking a bite of the pizza he had snatched from her plate.
*
He’d find out. Lizzie couldn’t go two days without bitching about something. He’ll see it sooner or later. “I don’t want to talk about them,” she said with a sniff and a wrinkle of her nose. “Bad enough they’re here. They don’t need to be part of my private time, too.”
She gasped, but there was a smile on her face. “Hey!” She laughed then closed the pizza box before getting off the bed with it. “Dibs.”
*
“Okay, yeah, we don’t have to talk about them. We can talk about other things.” Whatever she wanted to talk about was fine with him. And if those two were off the table for now, that was a-okay with him. “Hope and Landon who?”
“You started it,” he pointed out with a laugh before taking another bite. “So good,” he said around a mouthful of pizza. “Hey now!” He hadn’t expected her to take the whole pizza. “Now that’s just playing dirty.” He pointed down to her bed where the pizza had been. “Put it back. Right there.”
*
She was trying to contain a smirk and failed as she lifted her chin. Lizzie was also very good at posing and knew just how to set her body to show it off best. Even while holding a box of pizza. “What’s in it for me?”
Why, yes Stiles. She is flirting with you.
*
Stiles raised an eyebrow. Was she seriously posing like that with a pizza box in her hand? “What do you want?” Anytime asked what was in it for them that usually meant they wanted something and were too afraid to say it. So, he might as well ask what she wanted. Of course, he could just get up and take it from her. He stood up and took a few steps towards her. “Hand over the pizza, Lizzie.” She might be flirting, but he sucked at flirting back.
*
Well, she got him up from the bed at least. Lizzie moved the box to the side as she took a step closer to Stiles. “Or what?” she asked as she looked him in the eyes. Her expression and body language were inviting, not challenging or defensive. It was interesting to her that they were about the same height. He was a little taller, but that seemed right. And their experience at the lake had taught her that they fit well together. Stiles really did give good hugs.
*
“Or…” Yeah, he hadn’t gotten that far in his wannabe threat. “I’ll tickle you to death.” He had no idea if she was even ticklish. The threat might not even be a threat. He reached out, ready to tickle her side if she didn’t get away quick enough. “Give me the pizza or I will torture you!”
*
“Tickle?!” she gasped out in mock terror. “Oh no!” Lizzie wormed away from those fingers coming at her, a laugh escaping without the need of him following through on his threat. Why yes. She was very ticklish.
However…. “But I suppose that’s better than a spanking.”
*
“Oh yes!” he said with a wiggle of his fingers. She was playing along. Great. So, he would continue until he either got the box or the game got old. He did stop his advances on her when she mentioned spanking. “That might come next if you don’t give me what I want,” he joked. And right now seemed the right time to go for the box and so he did. “Give me.”
*
This time when he went in for the box Lizzie didn’t move out of the way. No, this time she stepped right into him to kiss him. If he pulled away, ran off or some other form of rejection...well, it would be disappointing, but unlike any other time, Lizzie felt she’d be alright. Stiles could be a good friend, she felt. Now she just had to see how he would react.
*
If Stiles hadn’t been so focused on grabbing the box he would have seen Lizzie move in for the kiss. But since he hadn’t, he froze for a moment since he had been caught off guard. It didn’t last long, though. He did end up kissing her back.
Did he think this would be happening when he first came over to her place? Nope. It was all about pizza and movies and just hanging out. Now they were kissing and truthfully, he wasn’t hating it.
*
He would be able to feel her smile against his lips. Because of what she was, her relief was palpable enough to be felt by anyone. It almost belied the strong exterior she presented, almost revealed how vulnerable Lizzie felt at any given time. Not that she realized that she was leaking, mind you. She just broke the kiss enough for her to look Stiles in the eyes from about six inches away.
“Still want that pizza?”
*
He could feel her smiling against his lips and it made him smile too. And when she pulled away, he opened his eyes and looked at her. “Hm?” He looked at the pizza and then back at her. “Well, technically I always want pizza. Buuutttt whatever you have in mind seems pretty good too.” He was going to let Lizzie have full control of the situation. He wanted her to feel comfortable doing whatever it was that she wanted to do. He didn’t want anything to happen that might make her doubt herself again.
*
Lizzie giggled before she snitched another kiss. “We should probably eat the pizza before it gets cold.” Her smile was almost apologetic, regretful. “Aaannndd,” she drawled out like he had. “As much as I am dying to see those guns up close and personal, I kinda want to take things slower than I normally would.”
She didn’t want to wreck this one like she did all her other relationships. Being around Stiles made her feel calm, centered. Lizzie didn’t want to ruin that, or let him see the worst side of her. “Granted, my slow could still be called warp speed by other people, but…”
*
Stiles definitely kissed Lizzie again when she stole another kiss. “We probably should.” He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before making his way over to the bed and plopped right back down in the spot he was in before the whole pizza/kissing thing happened. “I’m okay with slow,” he told her. The ball was in her court. If she wanted to go slow, then that’s what they would do.
“But we’ll see how it goes.” He flashed her a smile and then flipped open the pizza box. He grabbed a slice and plopped it down onto Lizzie’s plate and then handed it to her. “Eat.”
*
Ok, that smile was going to be her undoing. Lizzie smiled in return before she even knew she was doing so. That was fine. She’d had precious little to smile about for a while now. It was nice to have a reason. She chuckled, however as she took the plate. “Bossy, much?” She didn’t mind.
After a bite of pizza she kicked her shoes off to pull her legs up beside her on the bed. “Hope you like rom coms.” She was joking, of course. She barely liked those herself, let alone force them on a guy. Unless he did like them, in which case she’d have to bite her tongue.
*
“Sometimes,” he said with a smirk, “You like it, though. Don’t lie,” he teased.
He watched her for a moment before taking a bite of his pizza. “They aren’t my favorite,” he told her as he took another bite of pizza. “You didn’t really get a rom com, did you?”
*
Lizzie chuckled for the accusation, but the question cracked her up. “Do I really seem like a rom com girl to you?” There were sodas on her desk within easy reach. She grabbed a diet for herself and popped it open.
“How do you feel about sci-fi?” She tilted her head a little bit, her voice somewhat hesitant. “Star Wars?” She was going to die of embarrassment if he laughed at her.
*
Stiles gave Lizzie a once over and thought about his answer for a moment. “Not really. Unless I’m wrong and it’s one of your guilty pleasures,” he half teased before grabbing his own soda.
“I like Sci-fi.” Did he hear what she had suggested? Did she really say Star Wars? A huge grin crossed his lips and his whole face just lit up with glee. “Uh yeah! I love Star Wars. They’re my favorite movies. I’m always trying to get Scott to watch them and I always fail.” It was still his mission in life to get his bestie to watch the movies.
*
“Don’t tell anyone,” she said. “I’m seriously trusting you with this.” Landon and Hope would never let her live it down, and it would confirm something one of them had accused her of in the past. “But I love Star Wars and the Lord of the Rings.” Her expression looked like she was confessing a great sin. “I’ve read all the books, and seen all of the movies at least twice.”
Then she leaned over the pizza toward Stiles. “But I swear, if you ever tell anyone outside of this room I will never...ever...kiss you again.” Lizzie couldn’t quite contain her smirk.
*
“Who would I tell?” He seriously had no one to share this little tid bit about Lizzie with. “I haven’t seen Lord of the Rings in a while,” he said before taking a bite of food. “Really? I couldn’t get through the books.” He was impressed. Those books were long and tedious.
When Lizzie threatened him, all Stiles did was laugh. “I doubt that. Since that threat would torture you as well.” He flashed her a quick grin and then shoved the rest of his pizza into his mouth.
*
“Landon and Hope,” she answered. “They’re people I know from home who are the most annoying people you will ever meet.” At least to her. “I call Landon a mop headed muppet.” She shrugged.
She smirked as she got called out. “Well played,” she said. “So Star Wars? I do have Lord of the Rings around here somewhere. Oh! And did you know there’s people from Star Wars and Lord of the Rings here?”
*
“I don’t know them or talk to them,” he pointed out. And the way Lizzie spoke about them, he definitely wouldn’t tell them anything anyway. “Does he have moppy hair or something?” he asked, curious to know why she calls him that.
“I win.” He did a little victory dance before answering her question. “Yes, please.” He will never say no to Star Wars. “Yeeaaaah, I saw. It’s still a little weird to think that they’re real here.” He never spoke to any of them. He’d be too afraid of acting like a fanboy. Watching from a distance was safer.
*
Good! If Lizzie had her druthers Stiles never would talk to Landon or Hope. Not that she thought they’d talk shit about her to him, but there were things in her past that she’d rather Stiles hear from her. “He looks like a freakin’ Hobbit,” she said with a roll of her eyes.
Lizzie got off the bed to get the tv and dvd player set up, and took the pizza box with her. “I kinda want to talk to Anakin. See if he’s anything like the stupid prequels.” She returned to the bed once she had everything going, then scooted back against the wall to get comfortable. “I don’t know how you feel about it, but I was expecting so much more.”
*
Stiles laughed. “That could be an insult to Hobbits,” he teased, “Have you ever thought about that?” he continued on.
While Lizzie set up the movie, Stiles finished off his slice of pizza and ended up kicking off his shoes so he could get a little more comfortable on Lizzie’s bed. “They weren’t the best. There were problems. But they could have been so much worse.” Then again, nothing could really live up to the original ones. That’s what he thought anyway.
*
Lizzie giggled for the Hobbit thing. “No, but you have a point.” Landon was a nice guy, in truth. But the goody two shoes routine annoyed the piss out of Lizzie. No one was that nice! Ever. She’d learned that the hard way.
The opening music blared out of Lizzie’s surround sound. “A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away,” she said in a deep voice. “Ok, shh. No talking.” To back up her order she put a finger to Stiles’ lips without taking her eyes from the tv.
*
Stiles figured there was more to it than what Lizzie was saying, but he would poke her about it some other time. He didn’t want to bring her down or anything if that’s what would happen when it came to those two.
Once the movie started, Stiles settled back and turned his attention onto the movie. When Lizzie started saying what was on the screen, he was about to say something, but that’s when her finger was at his lips and she was saying to shush. He flicked her finger, smirked and said nothing. His attention was back on the movie.