WHO: Stiles Stilinski and Lydia Martin WHAT: Conversation WHEN: after sunset WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Closed, Complete
All day while they worked with the other volunteers to set up shelter and find food, Stiles was mildly distracted wondering what exactly Lydia wanted to talk to him about. Back in Beacon Hills, he was convinced that he was over his ridiculous crush on her. They were friends, good friends, and that was enough for him. But since realizing that she was here, that she also volunteered to build this new society which meant having sex and making babies, he couldn't help but obsess over the idea that maybe, just maybe, he would finally get a chance with her.
Reading her conversation with Malia about finding good providers pretty much dashed any hopes he had though. What did he really have to offer anyone here? Yeah, he was smart and good at solving puzzles, but how useful were those skills in a place like this? They weren't. He couldn't hunt or fish or build things or protect anyone. It was just his luck that he would come to sex island paradise and realize that there was little to no chance of him actually getting laid.
When the sun finally set and everyone stopped working for the day, he nudged Lydia and tilted his head away from the group. It was going to take more than a few days to get things really settled, but they couldn't do much without daylight, so they may as well go for that walk and talk about whatever she wanted to discuss.
He shoved his hands in his pockets, wondering how long it would be before they figured out how to make clothes, as they walked.