transcendent ༜stiles stilinski༜ [1] (UNDER EDITING)

20| Birthday Back and Gone

Allison sits at her desk doing her homework, where as I am on her bed trying to finish my trigonometry homework. I groan in frustration as I try to wrap my head around the complex equation. I scribble down a series of words. I stare at them in confusion. It's not even math. Or English for that matter. A red liquid drips onto the page. I grab a tissue off Allison's nightstand. Lydia walks in with an excited smile and two Macy's bags in her hand. She looks at the both of us.

"Clear your schedules," she hums. "Because this could take a while."

I close my journal and my textbook. I push my things onto the floor, smiling.

"Anything to get out of math."

Lydia sets the bags onto Allison's bed. They walk over and I get off the bed. Allison lets out a light giggle.

"How many outfits do you plan on wearing tonight?" She asks.

Lydia takes a dress out of the bag. "It's my birthday party. I'm thinking host dress, evening dress, and then, mm, after hours casual."

I cock my head to the side. "I noticed that you didn't sent out invites."

"It's the biggest party of the year, Aura. Everyone knows."

Allison and I exchange nervous glances. Lydia continues to lay out more dresses onto the bed.

"I was thinking maybe this year things, you know, might be different," Allison eases.

"Why would anything be different?" She asks hastily.

"Just 'cause things have been off lately. Things and people."

"Like Jackson," I press.

Lydia looks between me and Allison. "Why do you guys care about Jackson?"

There's an awkward silence. Allison smiles.

"Do you know if he's coming tonight?"

"Everyone's coming," Lydia bites. She picks a beige colored dress of the bed. "This one's American Rag. Mm, I love it. For me, not you."

She holds up another dress.

"This one's Material Girl. It's for you, Allison."

There's a knock at Allison's door. We all turn our heads and smile.

"Ms. Argent," Lydia pounces. "What do you think of this one?"

"Oh, it's lovely," she lies. "Allison, uh, can I grab you for a moment to talk? Just the two of us?"

"Um, can we do it later?"

"Actually, uh, to be honest, sooner would be better."

"Party's at ten," Lydia states.

"You'll be around before then?"

"I think so," Allison nods.

"You think so?"

"I don't know."

Mrs. Argent nods and walks out.

Lydia smiles triumphantly. "Finally, Aura. I got you Marilyn Monroe. But honey, we are going to have to hit it out of the ball park with your hair."

I take the dress from her with a smile on my face. I bring it to my body and she brings a pair of gold earrings and a necklace.

"You might just catch the eye of Mr. Stilinski," Allison teases.

My cheeks turn red. "Shut up."

"Ooh. Aren't we blushy today," Lydia muses.

"Happy Birthday," I tell her with a caring smile on my face.