Also something with Millie and her girls? There was a small pout in time when all the girls were on the show and I can just imagine the first night they bring Malia into their girl group.
Malia looked at the smiling girl, “A sleepover? What’s that?”
Millie grinned, “It’s where you come over to my house and sleep over.”
The were-coyote looked even more confused, “Do we just sleep?”
“We talk about things,” Lydia interjected with a small smile, “Talk about boys, watch movies, order in pizza, eat ice cream, fix our hair and put on a face mask.”
“Just come over to mine tonight, Lia, okay?” Millie smiled, “Lydia, Kira and Allison will all be there, too. We’ll have fun.”
“It’s a girls night,” Lydia explained, “and it’ll be great. Be at Millie’s for six tonight. Bring pyjamas.”
Millie lay on her bed, Allison by her side and Kira lying at their feet as Lydia raided Millie’s wardrobe and Malia walked around the room looking at all the different pieces in Millie’s room.
“Millie, this is so last season,” Lydia scoffed as she pulled out a denim jacket, “I recommend throwing out.”
Allison laughed, “Lyd, instead of insulting Millie’s fashion taste,” Allison looked to Millie, “which is absolutely fine by the way, you have a good style - why don’t you sit down? Talk about stuff?”
“We could talk about boys,” Lydia smirked, “Millie could go on and on about Stiles...”
“Yeah, what’s going on there?” Malia piped up, “Every time you’re with him, you just reek of... happiness.”
“That’s a bad thing?” Kira laughed, “I think it’s cute.”
“Stiles and I are friends...” Millie grumbled, “Anyway, this is a girl’s night! No talk of boys.”
“Oh, she’s embarrassed,” Allison teased, “Could your feelings for him be any more obvious?”
“I’ll kick you all out!” Millie yelled as she covered her face with her hands, purely to stop them from seeing her beetroot red face.
There was a knock at the door and in came Millie’s dad, “Hey, girls,” he smiled before looking to his daughter, “Mil, I’ve got to go do some more work at the office but I’ve left money downstairs for any food you want to get... Order as much as you want, but please, no boys.”
“Can’t promise that Mr Evans,” Lydia smirked, “we think Millie likes Stiles.”
Her dad rolled his eyes, “We’ve known that since she was about nine.”
“Dad!” Millie screeched, chucking a pillow towards the door. He grinned before bidding farewell to the girls. Millie looked to the laughing girls, “Oh, so I like Stiles, so what?” She huffed.
Lydia grinned triumphantly before saying, “You know... your dad’s kinda hot.”