Dissipate - Stiles Stilinski

Chapter Twenty Three

A/N The dress above is what Claire wears to the dance.

'Yeah, it's the night of nights, gotta look just right. Dressing to impress the boys.'

Damn you High School Musical songs. Why you gotta be so catchy?

Well, if it isn't obvious, I'm getting ready for the dance. All by myself. Mum and Dad are at work and I didn't even get a chance to tell them about the dance.

I let off a depressed sigh. Sometimes this can be very lonely, but Stiles will be here soon so that's something to look forward to. With this thought in mind, I perk up and carry on getting ready. I've already applied my make-up and put up my hair, so now all I have to do is put on the dress. I hate dresses, always have, but I'm willing to put one on tonight. For Stiles.

I hear a knock at the door and my nerves skyrocket. I look at myself once more in the mirror, making sure I have everything applied perfectly, before I put on my simple black heels and head for the door. This is it. I am going to the dance with an extremely geeky but lovable guy that I've known for most of my life. I open the door to see Stiles standing there awkwardly, wearing black dress pants, a simple white shirt and a black tie. Simple but definitely effective. He straightens up when he sees me and offers me an award winning smile.

"Hey, Stilinski. You clean up well." I smile widely at my date.

"Th-Thanks. Y-You too." He stutters and scratches the back of his head nervously. He looks behind me quickly and see's the dark, unoccupied house and frowns, looking back at me. "Your parent's aren't home?"

"No." I shake my head. "They've been busy at work lately and they haven't had much time to spare. I haven't really seen them since the accident at the video store." I frown, looking down at my shoes. I haven't realised until now how little I've actually seen them. I feel Stiles fingers under my chin, bringing my head up to look at him in the eyes. Those beautiful deep brown eyes. There's very little gap between us right now.

"Hey, let's think about the positives, okay?" Stiles removes his fingers and takes a step back but continues to look at me with a now serious expression. "Since they aren't here I can be the first person to tell you how beautiful you are. Note how I emphasised the beautiful." My heart swells and I feel butterflies in my stomach at his words. I know right now that I defiantly love this dorky human being standing right in front of me. He turns on his side and offers me his arm. I set forward and quickly shut and lock the door before wrapping my arm around his with an appreciative smile.

This is going to be a night to remember.

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Well, we're at the formal. And all Stiles and I are doing is sitting at a table while everyone else is out dancing with their partners. It's more my decision, not his. All these couples around me are quite intimidating.

"Did you say Scott was coming?" I ask to fill up the silence.

"Yes, now, you wanna dance?" I was really hoping he wasn't going to ask that question.

"No." I reply, feeling guilty that I can't give him what he wants. I really want tonight to be special for the both of us; I just forgot about this small little detail. Stiles stands up and puts his hands on his hips, annoyed at my lack of acceptance.

"You know what? Let me try that again. Claire, get off your cute little ass and dance with me now."

"Interesting tactic, but I'm sorry, the answers still no."

"Claire, I've been waiting for this moment for most of my life. Please, let me actually have a chance to dance with you. I don't care if..."

"I can't dance." I blurt out and look down, disappointed in myself.