Colors//Stilinski-ON HOLD

02

The day of Lydia's party finally came and I have not found an outfit. I decided to Skype Lydia so that she could decide for me. But with my luck, she hasn't found anything either. I was going through the clothes when I heard Lydia's voice through my laptop. "Stop!" she shouted. "Go back."

I went to the outfit I had just passed (outfit above). Wow. I didn't even know I had this.

"That's the one!' she said. "Go put it on with those nude heels you have."

I did as she said and went to change in the bathroom.

I walked out of the bathroom and stood in front of my mirror. I have to say, not bad.

"You look gorgeous!" Lydia exclaimed.

"Thanks." I smiled back.

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It's been about half an hour since I arrived at the party and I haven't had the tiniest bit of fun. I was pretty sure Lydia was off with Jackson doing God knows what, Danny was probably with some lacrosse player, and less than five minutes ago I spotted Allison and Scott dancing being all cute.

They looked like they were having a good time. I would be having fun too, if I had a date.

A couple guys, obviously wasted, have come onto me but I shoved them away. Them, being Greenberg. He didn't leave until I kicked him where the sun don't shine. I haven't seen his face since.

Taking another sip from my red solo cup, I heard my name being called:

"Sage?"

I turned to see Stiles looking at me. He actually looked pretty good with that grey blazer he had on.

"Yeah?" I answered him.

He looked shocked. "Oh-uh s-sorry. I didn't think you would respond."

"Why wouldn't I respond?" I asked confused.

"Well, it's just that I'm me and y-you're you."

"Um, okay?" I asked weirdly.

"Do you want to dance?!" He blurted out. His eyes were so wide I thought they were gonna pop out of his head.

"Um, well sure." I said carelessly.

"R-really?" He asked shocked.

"Yeah, why not." I grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor.

When we were standing in the middle of the dance floor, I noticed Stiles was looking at me confused.

"I'm not really sure how to do this." He said ashamed.

"That's ok. I'm not much of a dancer either." I smiled gently.

"Just put your hands here." I placed his hands on my waist. His cheeks tinted a light pink.

I put my arms around his neck and we slowly started swaying to the beat. It might have looked weird that we were slow dancing to a rock song but I didn't care and it looked like Stiles didn't care either.

He had this look in his eyes that I couldn't place. I noticed that our faces were much closer together than before. Before I knew what was happening we were both leaning in.

Our lips barely touched when someone shoved into us. I looked at the familiar face and noticed that it was Scott. He was growling and his eyes were clamped shut like he was in pain.

"Yo, Scotty. You good?" Scott continued groaning and walked.

Stiles looked regretfully at me, dropped his hands from my waist, and then followed Scott.