Project Stilinski (completed)

2. A Glimpse Of The Party

It was another forty minutes until anyone showed up. And then everyone showed up. They all stormed into the house, past the three boys, and into the backyard with someone Isaac had hired blasting music. It was chaos from then out. The music getting louder, girls on girls and boys between girls on girls, and alcohol burning throats and flavoring kisses. Scott was no where to be seen, Isaac already in the middle of stripping down to jump in the pool, Liam somehow on the roof of the house to record the scene, and Stiles. Poor sweet Stiles had never even seen it coming.

Because as he made his way through the house, there was Lydia Martin walking through his front door. Lydia Martin. The Lydia Martin. The same girl he'd been stumbling over since the third grade, in his house. She was looking around the crowd (followed by a few friends who had greeted her upon arrival) and with some silent agreement, the queen bee and her clique strut past Stiles.

"Drinks out back, ladies." He manages, gaze trailing after the love of his life. Holy shit. It had worked. They ignored him with a few laughs before heading to the backyard. Speaking of drinks. Stiles was quick to follow them, locating Isaac in a lawn chair off to the side of the pool.
"Isaac." Stiles calls his name but he was all wrapped up in some brunette. "ISAAC!" He shouts in his ear and the boy breaks off from what's-her-face.
"Yes your highness?"
"I'm bout ready to get shit faced."
Without another word, Isaac hands him a bottle off the ground and Stiles takes a swig, wincing slightly at the taste.

He coughs a bit, thanks his friend, and heads back to the house.

He hadn't seen Liam get off of the roof...then again he hadn't seen him get on the roof either. Regardless, he took another drink from his bottle and joined the freshman.
"Can you stop with the...?" He gestures to the boys camera.
Liam shrugs. "Scotts orders. I'm supposed to capture every moment."
"And what do you have so far?"