❝ we're supposed to be in this together, Andy. No matter what or who we're against, we're supposed to do it together. That's what us is all about ❞
𝐝𝐞·𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 | the complete loss or absence of hope.
Or something that Andrea was feeling at the m...
( illuminated, pt. ii — silverfinger, pt. i ) ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
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ANNUAL HALLOWEEN PARTY
SUPPOSEDLY, Danny Mahealani held an annual Halloween party every year. And this year, it was taking place in Derek's loft. Though Derek had no idea about this party, because he was out of town—or so she heard.
The twins were the ones who decided to help Danny hold a party by sneaking into the Hale man's loft to set up a black light party.
Andrea wasn't too surprised by it considering the fact that they have been trying to be in Scott's good graces for a while now—and they knew that Scott cared about helping people more than he cared about power. Plus, Ethan was clearly trying to get back with Danny.
The loft was full of teenagers and youngsters from all over Beacon Hills, each and every one of them covered in neon paint. And even though they could barely recognize themselves through the face and body paint, everyone seemed to be having fun.
Maybe too much fun.
Andrea stood in the corner of the party, her eyes scanning the loft for anything interesting, but most of it were just people getting drunk out of their asses.
Just a few feet from her, Nathan could be seen making out with a girl—which wasn't too surprising. Her big brother may be the serious Laurent, but he loved party and hooking up just as much as the boy next door.
Ethan and Danny were in the painting station, the former had just finished ripping the latter's t-shirt. They seemed very comfortable with each other, and it seemed like Ethan's plan to win Danny back was starting to work.
The Laurent girl had arrived around one hour ago, and had been drinking a lot of booze. She was drunk, but not drunk enough for her to forget everything that had happened in the last few days.
Andrea came to have fun, but for some reason her mind was only filled with Isaac and ambiguity of their relationship. It was still unclear if they were still together, or not.
After spending the night together, the two woke up and acted like nothing had ever happened. It was as if the two were still sour around each other.
Someone tapped on the girl's shoulder, making her jump only to find that it was a particular curly haired boy. He leaned closer to the girl's ears and shouted, "I need to talk to you!"
"About what?" she asked, shouting back at the boy. But he didn't answer her. Instead, Isaac only stared at the girl, making her sigh. "Come on, we're at a party. Do we really have to talk about it right now?"
"We have to tell Scott," Isaac's eyes scanned the crowd, constantly fidgeting and avoiding the girl's gaze.
"We still have a couple of hours left," Andrea reminded him. "Argent's going to figure something out, hopefully sooner and later."
