𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔 ❦「𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚔𝚒」

𝟶𝟺𝟺《𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙾 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷》

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

"It just showed up there on my key ring this morning" Stiles explains as we enter the colourful party full of party goers "I asked my dad if he put it there but he said he didn't know anything about it"

"It's just a key, right?" Scott replies.

"Yeah, but it's not mine" Stiles answers "And I don't know how it got there or what it's for"

"You want to leave so we can figure it out?" Scott asks.

Stiles looks at me and I slyly brush my arm against his.

"It can wait" He decides and I grin happily.

I squeal, kissing Stiles' cheek before running off through the crowd of people in Derek's loft. I reach the girl who owns the paints and she smiles at me in a friendly manner.

"Whatcha wanting, sweet cheeks?" She asks me.

"Anything" I assure her, slipping off my white top to reveal a black bralette and she nods.

She picks up a pink paint and starts by painting multiple flowers over my chest, stomach, shoulders and arms before painting my lips with the same bright pink. She then picks up a green and connects the flowers with vines reaching down to my wrists. The girl draws the green up my neck before using a yellow to circle the middle of the flowers.

"There you go" She chirps.

"Thank you!" I yell over the music.

"You're welcome" She waves me off.

I make my way back into the crowd, tucking my white top partially into the waistband of my skirt, before someone swoops in front of me covered in green paint with red fake fangs in their mouth, making me jump.

"You scared me" I laugh, hitting Aiden's chest.

"Not as good as the real ones" He comments, taking the fangs out.

"Or as lethal" I add.

"Okay, sure. I deserve that" He chuckles.

I spot my favourite strawberry blonde and I perk up.

"I gotta go" I tell him before slipping past people until I reach Lydia.

I grab her arm and she jumps a little before a big smile grows on her face.

"Dance with me, Lyds!" I demand and she accepts, allowing me to drag her to the middle of the dancing crowd.

A thumping tune blares through the loft as we sway our hips to the music, singing along to the lyrics. I place my hands on Lydia's waist and she laughs, wrapping her arms around my neck. We whip our hair side to side, dancing stupidly as if no one is watching.

"I've missed you!" Lydia shouts over the loud music.

"I've missed you too!" I grin happily.

A topless guy covered in blue paint walks up to us and I smirk at the way he eyes my friend.

"Can I cut in?" He asks me and I let go of Lydia's waist.