Temporary Fix >> S.S. & A.A.

ii. The Party On The Full Moon

8:30pm, Night of Lydia's party. I am currently in my bedroom, sitting on my bed with my legs crossed. Not doing much really, just looking around my room seeing if there is anything else I can think of adding to it. My dad's home, which is extremely strange because he's never home, but I'm just going to move past that point and skip to the next one. George, my younger brother. He has his friends round, only a couple but they are hella loud. There are rock songs playing at an ear-bleeding sound that even would be hearable from the school. He's only been back in school for a week but him and his mates are probably talking about some hot girls they have 'crushes on'. I heard there's a party tonight, Scott finally got over his nerves and asked Allison out to the party so I suspect he's getting ready right now. I feel like going to the party just to stalk him and my new found friend but I have better things to do, like...stare at the wall.

OK, you know what, I'm going down there and I am going to party, even if I don't have a good time at least it will be better than having to listen to disturbing 14 year olds next door to my room fantasising about sex. I pull myself up off my bed and walk over to my closet. Obviously I'm not going to wear anything too girlish. I just need something nice but something that won't stand out. I search through my packed closet and end up finding a silky black camisole like dress that is absolutely perfect. I pair it with my black leather boots and a casual, long sleeve, lapel, cape coat, army green cardigan...yes I know that's a lot of words to take in but trust me, it's nice, like super nice. Anyways, after that, I brush my hair and rush outside only to be quickly stopped by the one and only Stiles Stilinski outside my house. He pulls up in his jeep and rolls down the window.

"You going to see what Scott and Allison are doing?" Stiles asks in nearly a shout.

"Yeah, you trying to stop me?" If he is, he isn't going to bet very far, I am much stronger than I look. It even surprises me to be honest.

"Nope, that is exactly where I'm heading. Hop in." He states and flings open the passenger door.

Oh, well that's a relief. I dash around to the passenger seat and climb in. Straight away as I close the door, Stiles zooms off down the street. I notice him quickly glancing over at me a few times.

"Stiles? Why do you keep on looking at me?" I question. Again, he starts to get nervous like he did the other day when I called him cute.

"Um, you- I like your- your boots are unzipped." He responds, still a little shaky and nervous.

"Oh, thanks for telling me." I already know he was going to say something else but I don't need to know. Obviously I want to know, but I can tell he's already got a lot on his eager mind. I reach down and zip up both my boots. Before either of us can say anything else, he is parked up near the house which is hosting the party. I assume it's Lydia's house. We park behind quite a few cars lined across the side of the road, she must be hella popular. We both get out of the jeep and head towards Lydia's house. A few drunk teens or teens getting ready to get drunk stumble past us as we walk.

We arrive inside Lydia's house, everyone crowded around the entrance and in the house.

"Hey, do you want me to get us some punch?" Stiles asks.

"Sure, thanks." I smile and he pushes his way past the crowd.

About 5 minutes later, he comes back with two plastic cups of punch. Handing one of them to me.

"Thank you." We make our way through the house. Oh, and there's something I still haven't said, Stiles has a humongous crush on Lydia Martin. Yes, I know everyone has a crush on her but he is totally and humiliatingly in love with the Martin girl. He is always talking about how beautiful she is, her smile, her lips, her eyes. Even the way she walks. He is obsessed with her. And he has been ever since the third grade.