Lights flashed everywhere, in every color, being the only light in the room besides the glow in the dark paint all over the people inside, and splattered all over the walls. Sweaty bodies were everywhere, and painted on bodies in every design you could think of.
The upbeat dupstep song blasted though the speakers and through her chest, making her want to move along to the beat.
Everywhere she saw, the saw people jumping up and down, drinks slushing everywhere, hands threw up in a carefree way since it was a Friday night.
"Come on, let's go to the back and get painted." Stiles says as he grabs Lydia's hand, pulling her forward through the drunken bodies, guiding her through the path he created.
She didn't protest.
She just followed along looking around wondrously, jaw slacking slightly and she stumbled slightly to keep up with him.
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Over Rated Jealousy
FanfictionLydia Martin wasn't the jealous type. She wouldn't be caught dead jealous, actually. It wasn't her style, and it definitely wasn't cute. But after the void inside of Stiles left, Aiden got killed, and Allison got close to death? Things changed. She...
