siren || stiles stilinski

two

VIOLET WAS AT LYDIAS HOUSE, her party had just started but she had been there since school got out, getting ready together and helping Lydia set things up.

She wasn't sure where Lydia had disappeared off too, probably in a dark corner somewhere making out Jackson. Allison was planning to show up, her pen boy, Scott, had worked up the courage to actually speak to her and like Violet had predicted, Allison ended the week off with a date with Scott.

With Lydia off who knows where and Allison with her date, Violet would probably spend most of the party alone, but she didn't mind. Right now, she was a few shots in and was roaming around the house, doing a bit of mingling.

Most of the people were inside the house, making it extremely crowded, so she was just pushed around at every angle and her five inch heels and being more than tipsy made her a lot more unstable on her feet, so it wasn't very surprising when she was eventually pushed hard enough to fall.

Before she could take the embarrassing tumble down the floor, arms incased her waist and she was pulled upright and into someone's chest. "Woaah..." the room spun for a second and she shook her head to collect her bearings.

She looked up at her savior and did a few slow blinks as she put a name to the face, "Stiles!" she screamed out, her face was extremely close to his, so when she screamed she screamed practically in his ear. Her hands came up to rest on his shoulders as she wobbled on her heels, "Stiles? What the hell is Stiles doing here!" she said out loud, confused, she didn't think she had ever seen Stiles at a party before.

He raised his brow, "What the hell is Violet doing here?" Stiles said back to her.

She frowned, "What.... the hell even is a Stiles?" she looked genuinely confused as she looked up at him.

Stiles stuttered, "Uh.. um... I'm a Stiles?"

"Stiles!" she screamed his name again, "Are Stileses endangered?"

He snorted, yeah... she was totally off her ass. "Well, I'm pretty sure I'm the only Stiles in the world..."

Her eyes widened, "Woaaah," she slowly raised her hand up and started poking him. Stiles tried swatting her hand away but then she started using her other hand and Stiles just gave up and let her poke him. "You know, I don't think you've ever gone this long without insulting me."

Violet frowned, "Oh sorry, um....." she paused for a second, "You are a stupid head and I don't like your hair!" she let out a "ha" as a finisher and Stiles pressed his lips together to keep from laughing in her face, this was almost worse than when she called him Flannel Boy.

She groaned, she wanted to go home, she thought she could party without Lydia but it was so boring, and she was starting to get a headache.

"I... uh- I could take you home..."

"Huh?" Violet looked confused and Stiles just looked extremely uncomfortable and felt even more awkward, "You said you wanted to go home? I was gonna leave anyways," he scratched the back of his neck, "and you live right across from me so..."

Hers widened, "You heard me? I said that in my brain..." she gave him a suspicious look and took a step back, "Very suspicious of you Stileses..."

"What? No," he looked confused, "You said that out loud, not in your brain?"

Violet continued to look at his suspiciously, he groaned and mumbled something under his breath about teen drinking, "Do you want a ride home or do you want to keep standing there looking and me all suspiciously?"

"I... don't... know..." she said, keeping up her suspicious gaze.

Stiles threw his arms up in the air, he was five seconds away from throwing her in his car and driving off, even when she was drunk and he was trying to be nice to her she was still difficult. "Oh—" someone rushed by and pushed Violet into Stiles, but he was able to catch her, again, and catch a glimpse of who pushed her.