Finals are over and I am so ready to graduate. But before we graduate, there should always be prom. Ever since I was little, I've always wanted to go to prom in a beautiful dress. With a prince charming and have everyone look at us in awe. But, looks like I'm not gonna have a prince charming.

"Tell me everything that happened!" I say to Kira as she bragged about Scott asking her to Prom. Basically shoving the roses towards my face in the middle of the cafeteria.

"Well, okay, I was– actually I don't even remember what I was doing, but I went outside of my AP Chemistry Class and he stood there with his cute grin, holding rose and a donut box that said, 'Donut keep me waiting. Will you please say yes and go to Prom with me?' "

"I can't believe I missed that! I so could've recorded that and play it at your wedding!"

"If I get married. Anyways, enough about me, when is Stiles asking you?"

"I don't think I want to go to Prom."

"Shut up! You've always wanted go ever since you were little. Oh, and just a heads up, Stiles has 3 days till Prom."

"I'm not going to Prom!!"

"You're not?" I turn to see a shirtless Stiles with a question mark painted on him. Near him are 21 guys all shirtless that read, 'Will you go to Prom with me?' "

"I'd just like to clarify that I am 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones, and I feel like I'll freeze to death before ever getting you're answer." Stiles implies, and I can already notice the goosebumps shriving up his torso.

"Oh right, sorry." A laugh escapes as I stand up to face Stiles. "Yes Stiles, I will go to Prom with you." I wrap my arms around his neck and he wraps his arms around my wrist, holding me tight.

"Yes! I could finally put my shirt back on. But this is actually warmer than any shirts I've had."

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"Hey Lydia, remember that time when we went to Prom last year and werewolves started attacking us and you cried because I died." A gentle laugh releases from his mouth but I have no idea what he's talking about.

"Stiles. What are you talking about?"

     "You don't know what I'm talking about?"

     "No idea." I say furrowing my eyebrows.

     "Must have been a dream."

     "Or a nightmare with werewolves and your death and stuff."

     "Okay well aside from that, I loved it!"

     "Why?"

     "Because you fell in love with me. Even though we didn't end up together, cause you know, I kinda died. But you still loved me and if that werewolf didn't kill me, we would've been together."

"Oh really now?"

"Yeah! Anyways, do you maybe, possibly, want to dance with me?" He says with a cheesy grin.

"Oh, I don't dance."

"I highly doubt that. I mean you seemed to be dancing pretty when up at the rooftop of the hotel. And in starbucks. Oh, and let's not forget about Danny's par—"

"Okay! I just don't like to dance. It's not my thing."

"Ahh, that's what you said in my dream!"

     "Really?"

     "Well, no. But you were reluctant and stubborn as you are now."

     "Maybe I could've dance with you, but I'm still mad at you because you asked me to Prom—"

     "You asked me." Stiles hides what he says with coughs.

     "No, you asked me. And you don't even bother to buy me a corsage!"

    "Ahh, speaking of which. Scott!" Stiles calls his best friend, Scott, who is in the dance floor, making Kira laugh even though she looks like she is in pain.

     As Scott hears his name, he looked as if he was frightened for dear life. His eyes meet Stiles and he gives out a wave and a wide 5 year-old like grin.

     "Come here!" Stiles says looking 

     Scott immediately grab Kira's hand and rushed to Stiles. Shoving every person that comes his way.

     "Is it time?" Scott says while wiggling his eyes.

    "Yeah. And don't ever do that. It's just... god that's creepy." Stiles says as he turns back to me.

     "Time for what?" Kira says as if she was a secret agent interrogating the two.

     "That's for us to know and you to find out." So the two turned around and left us.

     "Did our dates really just leave us?" Kira says in disbelief.

     "And the best prom dates to ever exist goes too... drum roll please!" I extend my arm, pointing my finger to Kira as she starts the drumroll. "Stiles and Scott! Let's have a round of the two guys that left us hanging here!"

     Suddenly, I see Stiles in the front of the stage with Scott strapping his guitar to his shoulder, and Stiles tapping the mic to see if it's working.

     "Hello? Okay cool, I can hear myself. You guys can hear me right? Yeah, okay."

"Oh god, what is he doing?" I whisper to myself.

"I just wanted to say that even though Lydia and I aren't dating— I know, it's unbelievable— but hopefully after this, she'll finally say yes. Oh and by the way, these are mah pals and we're the 'Slow Kids at Play'!

Stiles went to the back and sat behind the drum set and started playing. Not just any song, but my favorite song. Well, one of my favorite songs. Dreaming by Smallpool.

Everyone gathered together and jumped around, pumping their arms to the beat of the music. Everyone seemed like a community, in sync and unbreakable. The aroma from the musky colognes and sweet perfumes filled the gym, and I couldn't take much more of it. But as I saw Stiles putting his heart on the song, it honestly made me melt. The thought that he put his time and effort on this song just to impress me made me feel special. Across from me, I see Kira dancing and hopping with the rest. As I got near her, I notice Stiles removing his tux, then unbuttoning his shirt, and finally, removing his undershirt, due to the sweat sticking on him. What's up with shirtless Stiles today?

     "Sing it with me!" The lead singer of the 'Slow Kids at Play' said.

    "Oh no! Please god tell me we're dreaming!!!" Each and everyone scream, with the echoes bounding through the ceiling, looking for an escape.

     The beats and rhyme of the song connected together with the flashing red, white, and blue lights. And near the end of the song, the lights dim down, and the music slowly fades away into a soft melody.

     As I watch the crowd scream for an anchor, I see Stiles making his way towards me. In fear, I began to turn around, but it was no use due to Kira blocking my way.

     "Lydia?" Hearing Stiles voice through the mic.

     Slowly, I close my eyes and turn around, "Stiles?"

     "I was wondering if you liked the performance. Isn't this so much better than a corsage?"

     "Ahh, oh yeah! Of course I loved it! You were so amazing out there! Thank you!" I say, nearly hugging him but stops me before our skins even touch.

     "I don't think you want to hug me. I'm kinda sweaty." He says as he uses his shirt to wipe off his forehead. "Oh and quick question. I was wondering of you would like to go out... on a date... with me?"

     "Uhh..." I lick my lips and bit my inner cheeks, "Yes!"

     "What? Wait, hold up. You said what?"

     I give him a small grin, and take the microphone away from him. "I said, yes."

     "As in yes to the dress? Like the show?"

    "Stiles! Yes! I'll go out with you!" Right after, Stiles pulled me closer and hugged me.

     "Thank you so much." He whispers into my ear as he lays his head on my shoulder.

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Author's Note
     Hey lovely people of the universe! Yes my back! So, this book is NOT over just yet. Just a little note, might want to be prepared for the next couples of chapters.

     Also, did you like that little spin off with my first book, "Serendipity | A Stydia AU"?  Oh and what'd you guys think about today's chapter!

HAPPY LATE HALLOWEEN AND EARLY THANKSGIVING!!! (it's not even christmas.)