The kitchen is a mess. Flour ends up everywhere, even the cupboards on top of the sink. The stovetop is splattered with pancake mix and the majority of the pancake batter is on Scott and Lydia themselves.
"SCOTT, ugh!"
Scott is covering his mouth, trying to stop his giggling but he can't help but let out a laugh at Lydia's murderous expression.
"This isn't funny, McCall. My clothes are ruined!", Lydia says as she looks down and tries to wipe off anything and everything on her clothes. It's entirely counterproductive because her hands are also covered in pancake batter.
Scott is full on laughing because Lydia is a little bit frightening in her rage but this is offset by her current situation which is clothes covered in flour, hair sticking at odd angles--her carefully styled hair (Scott knows it's carefully styled, he once accompanied his mom to the hair stylist and it was the longest hour of his 8 year old life...anyway, how did it escape bedhead?)-- and there's pancake batter on her face too.
So all in all, Lydia's deadly glare is not really effective.
Scott takes a deep breath, actually several deep breaths to compose himself. Lydia has crossed her arms and is now looking expectantly at him.
Scott inclines his head to the side, holds out his hands in a placating gesture and says, "Look, you can take a bath and I'll put your clothes in the washing machine, okay?"
Lydia doesn't answer but just raises an eyebrow imperiously.
Scott tries again, "I'm sorry about the mess. But I can get them dry-cleaned if you want."
He'll manage to get them dry-cleaned even if it will seriously hurt his savings. I'll find a way, he promises in his head. He's regretting throwing a handful of flour at her but he couldn't stop himself. The opportunity was there and Scott just couldn't let it go to waste.
Lydia has had too many bad days, he reasons to himself. An Alpha has to take care of his pack members.
[Besides, Lydia was frowning too often and needed to loosen up. But he's not going to say that if anyone asks him why he threw flour at Lydia Martin. Nope, mouth is zipped shut and locked and the key has been thrown away.]
Lydia purses her lips and prolongs the silence to watch Scott squirm and a worried expression to slowly appear on his face.
"Hmm..."
Please don't be 'real' mad...just be annoyed...but not mad because it would defeat the purpose of all this, he pleads to her in his head.
He stays silent and waits for her to speak.
"I hope you have clean towels at least."
And Scott smiles at that.
"Come on up. You can use my bathroom. I've got bath gels, bath salts, bath scrubs and new soap if you want. Also fresh towels and you can wear some of my old clothes for when we have to wait for your clothes to dry", Scott is aware he's babbling but he can't seem to stop himself. Lydia is, thankfully, not calling him out on his behavior.
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Lydia inspects the small bathroom. It's not cluttered but there are a lot of stuff, mostly bathroom paraphernalia that Scott was rambling about on the way to his room.
There's a knock on the door before Scott tells her to leave her clothes in the hamper under the sink and that he'll just pick it up later and put it in the wash.
"I also brought fresh towels and something you can change into."
Lydia opens the door and Scott smiles at her while giving her the items (there's also a blow dryer---"It's my Mom's"---Scott hastily explains).
"I'm sorry about the--", he waves to her general appearance then turns around and starts to leave his room. She faintly hears him say that he'll be cleaning up the kitchen.
Lydia shuts the door and turns on the tap, holding out her hand to gauge the temperature of the water. A bath would be nice but she doesn't like the thought of swimming in a solution of pancake batter and bath oils. Yuck.
She takes off her clothes and places them in the hamper. She sniffs at the bottles of body wash that Scott gave her. Now why does Scott have so much bath stuff?
Lydia rolls her eyes at Scott's weirdness then gets under the shower. The water is hot and she spends a few minutes under it doing nothing, just letting the water drench her hair and body. Eventually, she feels the muscles on her shoulders relax. She slowly sighs.
Lydia reaches for a bottle. It's cinnamon scented and she lathers it in her hand and starts to clean herself. She's silent all through out. Too lost in her thoughts.
She had woken up curled around a pillow on Scott's bed, her notes and the books they brought still lying open around her. Scott was half on the floor, half on the bean bag. He was snoring softly.
Lydia had stretched her limbs and called out to Scott. He didn't wake up but continued to snore so Lydia got out of bed and approached him. She was calling out his name but he didn't even stir.
She reached out a hand and slowly poked his shoulder while saying his name.
"Scott... Wake up, Scott."
He mumbled in his sleep and tried to turn away from her. But Lydia was not having any of it and curled her hand on his shoulder instead and tried to shake him awake.
"Come on Scott McCall. Wake up. Wake up!"
At the last part of her sentence, he woke up with a start. His eyes confused and mouth gaping like a fish out of water.
"What...what are you doing in my room, Lydia?"
Then he looked around him. Really looked at the papers strewn everywhere, books open and pages flapping in the wind. Realization dawned on his face and he looked up apologetically at Lydia and said, "I'm sorry I fell asleep...but I can make you breakfast before we continue with our project".
Lydia had smiled at that, glad that Scott was focused on finishing their assignment. Supernatural problems could wait while academic problems were before them.
[She knows Scott is a werewolf and it had some responsibilities entailed. With great power comes great responsibilities she says to herself like a mantra; yes, she saw the Spider-man movies and sometimes secretly reads them to distract herself from their lives and the upheaval the supernatural and not so supernatural beings to it. But hey, to each her own, right?]
Scott had stood up and stretched his arms above his head while closing his eyes. He yawned and motioned her to follow him to the kitchen.
As they made they way down the stairs, Scott had said, “I hope you like pancakes. I can make all kinds of pancakes. Maybe even some Mickey Mouse shapes."
Lydia had said nothing but followed Scott down the stairs and into the kitchen. She'd stayed silent, just thinking about the list from the benefactor and what they would have to do about it. Scott was talking to her but she had tuned him out.
It was all static to her.
The password was Allison.
Now who---
Splat.
Her face and hair were plastered with something sticky and sweet-smelling. It was also slimy and cold. Lydia shuddered.
She heard chuckling and raised her eyes to the only other person in the room.
Scott McCall who had pancake batter dripping from his hands. The nerve!
He wasn't even trying to hide what he did!
UGH!
"You did not just do that, SCOTT!"
"What do you mean, Lydia? I didn't do anything", he tried to say without breaking into a mischievous grin.
Lydia huffed and looked up and tried to count to five to stop from scolding Scott. She was not going to stoop down to his childish antics.
She closed her eyes and prayed for patience.
And was rewarded with a flour hitting her on the face and Scott's giggling.
Lydia gritted her teeth and launched herself at Scott. They wrestled with the bowl of pancake batter, making it spill on the floor and splash onto their clothes. Lydia had her eyes closed and all she could hear was Scott's gleeful laugh.
She managed to plunge her hand into the bowl and scoop some of the pancake batter.
"Haha!"
With her hand on Scott's shirt, she held a struggling Scott and successfully hit him on the side of his face, her hand making a loud splat as it hit his cheek.
"Don't mess with me, Scott", she squeezed his cheek in emphasis, her hand tracing his dimple. A victorious smirk on her face.
But then...
She should have expected him to do exactly what he did a moment later, which was...
He took hold of her waist, reeled her in, and brought his sticky pancake batter-covered face close to Lydia and rubbed his cheek over her own, making a further mess and spreading it all over their faces.
"Scott, ewww!"
She tried to get away but Scott held fast and only laughed at her struggles.
"Hahaha... Lydia, you look... you look like---"
He couldn't finish his sentence before doubling over and guffawing like he invented laughter.
Lydia looked around and saw the box of flour and acted on impulse.
And Scott found himself coughing flour. His face covered in white and finding a hard time opening his eyes.
He wiped his eyes and when he looked at Lydia, his irises were red. He grinned. His teeth looked a bit pointy or it might have just been a trick of the light, Lydia couldn't decide.
The rest after that was a blur of flour and pancake batter.