Hollow ▪️ S. Stilinski

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Johanna watched as Victoria walked out of Allison's room defeated, the young brunette unaware of the situation at hand. Johanna sighed and took her own chances going into Allison's room. "Johanna!" Lydia Martin grinned at the sight of the dirty blonde, eagerly pulling her further into the room. "What do you think?" Lydia held the outfit she had for Allison back over the brunette's body. "Oh, it's uh, it'll look great." Johanna was unsure of how to respond to the situation, and how quick and light Lydia's actions were. "Told you." Lydia grinned at Allison, now making both Argents uncomfortable. "I got a dress for you too, you'll be there right?" Lydia looked at the dirty blonde with wide eyes. "Me?" Johanna looked at the strawberry blonde shocked. "Of course, you're like the hottest thing in Beacon Hills, besides me obviously." Lydia gushed over the Argent. Johanna looked over at Allison in amusement, almost asking is Lydia was being for real. Allison just shrugged, equally as confused as to why Lydia had a sudden interest in her cousin. "Obviously." Johanna faked a smile, slowly taking the bag that Lydia held out to her. "I'll-uh-see you tonight." Johanna backed out of the room.

Night had fallen and Johanna stood beside Allison, not wanting to be in the Argent home as Victoria Argent took her own life. The moon had yet to fully rise but Johanna couldn't shake off the feeling that tonight would not be like any other full moon. "For Lydia." Allison sighed as she made her way up the driveway, Johanna in tow. "This is where Lydia lives?" Johanna looked around at the large house from the outside. "Woo, party!" two clumsy teenagers bumped into Johanna, the girl narrowing her eyes at the delinquents. The house was still deserted despite the few teenagers wandering around. Allison and Johanna made their way to the backyard, fairy lights lighting up the deck and reflecting in the pool's water.

"Uh, Jackson's not here." Allison was a few feet ahead of Johanna, meeting up with Scott and Stiles. "No one's here." Johanna let out a small scoff at the abandoned backyard. "Maybe it's just early." Scott glared at the dirty blonde's rude comment. "Or maybe nobody is coming because Lydia's turned into the town whack-job." Stiles built on Johanna's comment. Johanna looked over at the girl that they were talking about, Lydia biting her lip as she looked around the empty space. "Well, we have to do something because we've completely ignored her for the past two weeks." Allison looked at her friend in pity. "She's completely ignored Stiles for the past 10 years." Scott felt no remorse as he looked over at Stiles. Stiles immediately looked offended and tried to muster up some plausible excuse, Johanna simply beamed at the boy's offense.

"I prefer to think of it as me not being on her radar yet." Stiles justified as he looked at Johanna sharply, the dirty blonde nodded in fake sympathy. "We don't owe her a party." Scott shook his head, not feeling guilty about the party being a failure. "What about a chance to get back to normal?" Allison pushed for some leniency. "Normal?" Scott looked at Allison expectantly. "She wouldn't be the town whack-job if it weren't for us." Allison pointed out their involvement in the supernatural world. "I guess I could use my co-captain status to get the lacrosse team here." Scott caved when he looked over at the shrinking host. "And I also know some people who could get this thing going, like really going." Stiles looked at Allison beaming. "Who?" Allison was confused by Stiles' insinuation. "I met them the other night, let's just say they know how to party." Stiles revealed very little information. Johanna had doubts that this party could be saved, but the party was full of people in minutes.

Johanna was dancing with a few lacrosse players as the music blared throughout the house, a glass of Lydia's punch in her hand. One drink wasn't going to affect the girl, tonight was still a full moon and she was responsible for anything that would go wrong. Taking a break from dancing, Johanna moved to go get something other than punch to drink. Allison gave a weak smile to her cousin when she grabbed a water bottle from behind her. Johanna gave her own small smile back as she took notice that her cousin was pouting toward Scott, the werewolf returning the look. Johanna shook her head, annoyed by the couple. Nonetheless, the older Argent made her way over to the two best friends.