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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄
the party
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( wolf moon; pt.v )
IT seemed that one way or another, Maddie would have ended up at the party tonight. Whether it be because of a persistent cousin and nagging voice of her ex—therapist in her head telling her to expand her horizons or because of the fact that her best friend is possibly a freaking werewolf and at the party with his date, Maddie was ending up at that party tonight.
She had to push away her hatred of parties——and she hates them with her entire soul——the human interaction, the alcohol, the loud music, she hates it all. Whenever one of the popular kids host one of their 'prestigious' invite—only parties, Maddie is possibly the only one who crosses her fingers and hopes that she doesn't get an invitation. Many would consider it a privilege to be welcomed into one of Lydia Martin's infamous parties, because it meant you were on her radar——unless it was her birthday party, then anyone was welcome.
The expectations of a party in general makes Maddie feel awkward. She's not sure how to start a conversation with someone——which is one of the top things you need for human interaction——always freaking out internally about what would be the best way to greet them or how to direct the conversation in a direction that won't end up with the other person giving her a strange look. And then sometimes the things she wants to talk about may not be what they want to talk about, and she worries they'll think she's weird. It's an overreacting spiral that buries her six feet under in the social sector of life.
She does the same with Scott and Stiles, even though they're her best friends. She worries if saying the wrong thing is going to make them act weird around her, so she sticks with the sarcastic comments and the TV show references for good measure.
That's the problem with social anxiety, she'll nitpick at every little and irrelevant thing she does. Did she accidentally pronounce a word wrong? Well, guess what you're going to be thinking about for the next couple years? What's more annoying is when she'll get these bursts of energy where she'll be perfectly fine talking to someone and then the second the conversation ends and the person is no longer around, the dread comes crawling in, mocking her for something the other person hadn't even noticed.
Maddie doesn't want to go to the party because she doesn't want to deal with that, especially not with a weekend of sulking ahead of her that will allow her mind to wonder, or with Stiles freaking out that hey, Scott's a werewolf.
But it didn't matter if she didn't like parties, she still didn't want to go to it in the same clothes she had been wearing all day——which led to a trip to her house so she could quickly steal some of clothes from her wardrobe. She picks out a black sweater——because as stylish as she may want to be to avoid judgement, comfort is much better preferred, and black goes with everything——and a navy plaid skirt.
She tries to speed the process up a bit when the silence starts to get to her, why is silence in houses that you live in creepier when there's no one home?
When she takes her top off——placing her glasses on top of the sweater so she doesn't forget to put them back on——she hears the friction it causes on her hair and curses quietly. After looking in the mirror, she frowns and grabs her hairbrush and slides through the hallway to the bathroom to run the brush under the tap before she quickly brushes it through her hair to get rid of the static. She looks at her reflection in the mirror and deems her hair suitable enough before turning off the tap and beginning to walk back to her room.
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Empathy ⌯ Stiles Stilinski
Fanfiction❝ the way he looks at her, i don't think he's never looked at me that way ❞ ❝ maybe you just weren't looking ❞ High school is supposed to be hard. The homework, the socialisation, the worry of deciding your future. At least, that's what's supposed t...
