"Yes I'm jealous, why? Because she's beautiful and I'm, well, me"
||Out Of My Limit 5 seconds of summer
"I don't care if you're sorry or not! You're coming to make up for it!"
Lydia decreed laying three dresses out on her bed.
Gwyn got onto her knees and began to beg "Please, Lydia. I will do anything! If I don't have to go to that party!"
Gwyn pleaded remembering Derek's warning.
Which she would prefer to heed.
"No! Either you get a boyfriend, or go to this party!" Gwyn groaned and laid on the carpet.
"But it's cold!"
Lydia nudged her side
"Wear something warm, but pretty, I'm seeing shades, ohh orange! It'll look nice with your grey eyes!"
Rolling her eyes Gwyn squealed "Pleasssseeee!" She decided to break out the puppy eyes.
Lydia looked down with a raised eyebrow
"As cute as you look, it doesn't work" Abort plan she thought.
"Uggghhh! Fine." She grumbled flopping onto her bed.
Lydia sat beside her and whispered
"If you don't act enthusiastic, I'll steal your Percy Jackson copies" Gwyn jumped up. "Yeah, what are we doing, dresses parties yay!"
This, to poor Gwyn, was like someone shoving a pitchfork into her side repeatedly
She randomly raided her closet chucking clothes together.
"Noo, you have no fashion sense, you're so lucky you have me in your life, to save you from humiliation"
Lydia grabbed a black skirt, orange sequined shirt, leather jacket and black wedge heels.
She clapped her hands together "Well! That's the outfit, now the hair!" Gwyn's eyes widened as she scrambled against the door.
"N-No"
"Yes" Lydia smirked dragging her into the hallway. "You need to look pretty for Mr Twitch!"
"His name is Stiles!"
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After an hour of torture and pain. Gwyn had curled hair, mascara, lipstick, a skirt!
And everything she was against, on her.
"Oh, God, I do my work well" Lydia fawned over her masterpiece, fixing stray strands of hair and any smudges of makeup.
"Done! I give you the tick of approval! You are definitely gonna have a date after tonight" Gwyn managed a half smile then clapped her hand over her mouth
"Oh my God! Isaac! I haven't talked to him for ages!"
She ran up the stairs and ripped her phone out of a black purse.
She frantically typed his home number, which she found odd that he didn't have a phone. But continued to screech her apologies
"Isaac! Oh my God! I'm so sorry I haven't talked to you lately! I've just been so busy! Really strange things have happened over the last few days..."
Isaac chuckled over the line "You're forgiven, do you wanna do something tonight?" Lydia stood in the hallway eavesdropping she mouthed excitedly
'Ask him to go with you!'
Gwyn threw her hands down 'No!'
"Hey you there?" Isaac quizzed "Uh, just a second" She placed the phone on a nearby table and whispered
YOU ARE READING
innocent::stiles stilinski
Fanfiction❝ guess you really did it this time, left yourself in your warpath, lost your balance on a tightrope, lost your mind tryin' get it back ❞ gwyn had no idea what she was in for
