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[useofcuriosity]

 

 

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[lefthandedgenius]

She looks at him with mild surprise at his reaction. "Well, I did suggest it, and it seemed like you were looking for reasons not to. Which conversely seems opposite of what you said you wanted." She cocks her head. "Does the reality of me match whatever you have built up in your head?"

It's not accusatory, but instead curious.

[useofcuriosity]

"What do you think I've built up in my head," he counters. He's curious about that, honestly.

[lefthandedgenius]

"I don't know." she admits, leaning back in her seat. "But I'm curious to find out. I want to see if I measure up to however you picture me. And whether that's good or bad." She adds, "But then, I don't think you realize how smart you are."

[useofcuriosity]

"I know I'm smart," he protests, mildly. "Not as smart as you, though. I don't think any of us quite measure up to you." It's not a bitter thing, like most of their other classmates. Like Jackson. Someone has to be the best, and why shouldn't it be Lydia Martin?

[lefthandedgenius]

"Do you think I'm human?" she replies. An odd question. "I'm not...you know, no one has a perfect record. Things happen, especially with what we do." She shakes her head. "I'm not perfect."

[useofcuriosity]

It's an odd question that gets an odd look once they're at the stoplight. "Well. I don't think you're a vampire? And I know you're not perfect. Nobody's perfect." She dates Jackson for instance. On purpose. "No one expects perfection. Well. No, I guess that's not true. I don't."

[lefthandedgenius]

"Good." she says, nodding a little and looks over at him. "So why me?"

[useofcuriosity]

"Besides the fact that you're gorgeous, brilliant and entirely too good for the likes of me? I don't know, I guess I've always felt...connected to you?" He shrugs and starts driving again. "I'm sure that sounds stupid."

[lefthandedgenius]

She doesn't address that issue. "If I'm not good enough for you, who am I good enough for?" she asks him curiously instead. "And what makes you think I'm not good enough for you?"

[useofcuriosity]

Oh, that gets another weird look. "I never said you weren't good enough for me." The opposite, really. "That is not what I meant."

ooc whoops, but rolling with it!

[lefthandedgenius]

"Right, right. What makes you not good enough for me?" She waves a hand. "I'm tired. That's what I meant."

<3 <3 works for me!

[useofcuriosity]

"What makes you think I am good enough for you?"

[lefthandedgenius]

"Hmmm." she replies, a thoughtful noise that doesn't answer his question. "I don't know the answer to that yet. But I'm trying to find out." She looks at him. "I want to try something different, Stiles. I want to know what it's like to be around someone who doesn't see me as someone to hook up with because they have some kind of idea of what it means to be perfect and I fit within their expectations. I want to be around someone who sees me as me." She turns her head to look out the window.

"I realize that doesn't answer your question, but it's the only answer I have right now. Ask me again sometime, though."

[useofcuriosity]

"Well, like I said. I don't think you're perfect. Great, sure. Awesome, even. Who would want perfect? No one can live up to that." Finally parking outside a restaurant. It's not the best restaurant, sort of in between okay and amazing. But it's not fast food, and it's not a bar.

[lefthandedgenius]

"No, you don't. And you don't put pressure on me to be perfect." And it would seem, she has been with someone who has. The choice of restaurant seems almost incidental, though the company she's keeping is not.

"So if you don't think you deserve me, what are you hoping to get out of this?"

[useofcuriosity]

"A friend would be nice. Everyone needs friends." And then he makes a face, because he realizes how much he sounds like a Hallmark card in that moment.

[lefthandedgenius]

That makes her smile. "You want to be friends with me?" She sounds skeptical, in an amused way.

[useofcuriosity]

"Sure?" Glancing at her. "I have it on good authority that I am an amazing friend."

[lefthandedgenius]

"So if we're still friends, is this still a date?" she queries. Which, even if it isn't, she still waits in the passenger seat for him to come around and open the door.

[useofcuriosity]

He looks at her for a moment before getting out of the car, and coming around. "Oh no. It's definitely a date."

[lefthandedgenius]

She hops out of the jeep once he opens the door, her head tilted inquisitively. "So we're friends. Going on a date. Well, no one said we couldn't confuse the laws of interpersonal connection." She flashes a smile at him. "I knew you were an out-of-the-box thinker."

[useofcuriosity]

"That's me. I am a regular dating Dali." Flashing her a grin, and offering her his arm again.

[lefthandedgenius]

"I feel like I should be saying something clever and flirtacious about surrealism and brushstrokes and melting clocks, but nothing is coming to mind." She slides her hand onto his arm adding playfully, "Maybe I'm not as smart as you think I am."

[useofcuriosity]

"Maybe." Grinning at her as they head inside. "Maybe I just know more about surrealism than you do."

[lefthandedgenius]

"Stiles Stilinski, surgical intern by day, art connoisseur by night?" she proposes with a laugh. "Should I ask you to draw me like one of your French girls?"