Chapter 46 | The Girl Full of Alcohol
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Stiles's POV
     "Stiles! Stiles!" Adeline groans as she tries to chase after me. "Stiles! Wait! For fucks sake, Stiles, wait up!" Adeline grabs my arm and forces me to turn to her. She forces me to look at her, and listen to what she has to say. So I let her. That doesn't mean she's a bad guy, for forcing me to listen. And that doesn't mean that I'm a bad guy, for not wanting to listen to her. This situation, in itself, is bad.

     "Adeline, I can't just wait here! Okay, Lydia is here—"

     "What if she isn't, Stiles! I don't want you to gain that hope of looking for someone that isn't there, just to have that be crushed down—"

     "I can take care of myself." I glare at Adeline, grinding my teeth, trying to prevent myself from saying or doing anything I'd regret later on. Still, Adeline is persistent.

     "Stiles," she paces her breathing, "fine. We'll look for her," before I could say anything, she placed her finger and laid it on my lips and said the infamous "but", "Let me pay for our meal first, okay?"

     "We don't have ti—"

     "Shut up and wait here. When I come back, we leave as soon as possible, okay?" I nod and she rushes off to pay for our dinner. I didn't just want to stand here and wait. I need to do something. So I try to remember where I heard Lydia's voice. It happened so quickly, and I begin to forget where it came from. Recapping my steps, I believe it came from the club next door to the restaurant Adeline and I ate at. Finally, Adeline comes back and looks at me for a minute. It's like we were communicating with our eyes, because within a second, she grabs my hand and pull me towards the club.

     The inviting music of the club isn't as loud as my heart beating. And the vibration of the music isn't moving as fast as the shakiness of my hands. I am so nervous, almost in comparison to when I realized Allison was dead. Still, I believe that I can see Lydia again, and that was enough for my nerves to calm a bit. Although, all that comes to my mind is whether or not it would be a good thing to see Lydia again. Or have her see me.

     Suddenly, Adeline and I are confronted in the face of trouble. Big guy, with huge muscles as if he's been taking too much steroids, and the signature black shades to make his appearance look more intimidating. For a second, I am thankful that this big-of-man security guard blocked the entrance because then this may have prevented me from encountering an excruciating situation.

     "Hello," Adeline projects to the security guard in order for him to comprehend what she's saying, "My friend and I needs to go in there." Including over-exaggerated hand gestures.

     "Yeah?" The guard responds, "Well so do. about 300 people in that line that you just cut in front of." He points to the crowd of people, forcing us to move to the back of the line.

      "Look, mister—" Adeline yells, preparing to be a demanding and a you-will-let-me-in-or kind of person until the security person interrupts her.

      "Oh boy, another one. Listen, lady, I've experienced plenty of people trying to intimidate and frustrate me in order to get in here. I've dealt with people like you, and getting in here, ain't gonna happen." Just then and there, I could see a flare in Adeline's eyes. A snap, as her eyebrows furrowed and her fist clenched, making her hands look as a cold, pale white as the fur of a polar bear. At that very second, I knew I had to take over.

      "Okay, thank you, sir. I'll just grab my friend and we'll just leave." I pull Adeline away and force a smile in front of the security guard to avoid conflicting situations.

     Once I pull her off to a safe distance from the guard, I try to knock some sense into Adeline's repulsive actions. "Adeline, thanks for the help, but creating a scene wouldn't be beneficial in this situation. Let's just find another way in."

      "Fine, we're wasting time, anyways. We can say that we're strippers—"

     "Have you seen my body? It's never gonna work."

     Her eyebrows creases, looks up and down my body, and finally, facial expression becomes more relaxed. "Huh, you're right. You're body would never convince them."

     "Thanks." I murmur sarcastically.

     "Although, maybe we can use your body for something else." Adeline throws a lopsided grin and suddenly, a wave a regret washes over my shoulders and nearly drowns me with suspicion.

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     I don't know how Adeline did it, but she managed to pay a couple of girls to pretend to be adoring fans, have a couple of guys pretend to be a paparazzi, throw in a leather jacket and some cool shades on me and have everyone think I was this rich guy from LA. Heck, the security guard didn't even recognize me or Adeline, who pretended to be my manager. Note that if you think what just happened is too unlikely that it can never be true, well then, you're right. Adeline basically used my "strong" body to hold the back door, found in the back alley, from stopping once an employee went out to throw away the trash. Nothing extravagant. The only exciting event that we found in the back alley was a guy throwing his cigarette near a dead rat... now that I think of it, it's not that all exciting. It's just plain disgusting.

      Once we escaped the outside world, our next challenge is to find Wendy (this being Lydia) in this awful representation of Neverland. Adeline and I are the lost boys, and in every proportion, we are completely and utterly lost. Every person in this club seems like Hook or the other pirates, being a pain-in-the-ass obstacle since the crowds of people prevents Adeline and I from succeeding on finding Lydia.

     "Okay, let's split up!" Adeline yells over the music, combined with the voices of other people.

     "No! We are not splitting up, okay! What if we split up, and these horsemen transports me into this underground tunnel where my existence slowly disappears and you forget me!" I panic just as Adeline was about to leave my sight.

      "Stiles, you have quite an imagination—"

      "Thanks, I read that on the internet." I remark with satisfaction, followed by a grin.

      "Anyways, if Lydia is here, the fastest way we can find her in this overcrowded, blinding building is to split up. We'll cover more grounds at a faster pace."

     "Fine," I finally agree, "but no drinking or anything like that."

     "Duh, I don't drink alcohol. It's nasty. Also, make sure you're phone is off of mute, in the loudest volume possible. We'll meet back here in an hour, okay?" I nod and she walks away into the crowd, and she vanished.

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Lydia's POV
"Aaron, okay so remember when your friends forced me to go to the club and also forced me to ride with your friend, Derek." I drag him down before he could follow his friends to the dance floor.

"Yeah, why?"

"Don't get me wrong. He's a cool dude. But he's also very intimidating. He reminds me of this girl who coincidentally has the same last name. She didn't intimidate me, but this guy—"

"Okay, I'm stopping you there. Derek is a sweet guy under that leather jacket and cold exterior, but if you feel uncomfortable around him, then you can just stay with me." Aaron pauses, as if he was daydreaming and came back to the real world within a second, "Or with my others friends." Nice save, Aaron. Nice save.

     "Thanks." He holds my hand and pulls me into the dance floor with a bunch of his other friends and honestly, I wasn't really enjoying anything. Trust me, I love parties but there's times where I just want to lay in bed and relax. I can't really do that though, because no one would take me there and I wouldn't want them to stop having fun. So instead, after a couple of dances on these pop-tech remix songs that, to be quite frank, annoys me because they've become so overplayed, I finally informed everyone that my feet are about to fall off if I keep dancing. When they realized that their complaints and requests to keep me from leaving the dance floor failed miserably, they finally allowed me to sit down. Give them a polite smile, turn around with the cosmopolitan drink that Brenda gave me, and make my way towards the table. Although, there was one complication. The damn people were blocking the way. Down the overcrowded and sweating people, I slowly made my way to the table by pushing a bunch of high pitched girls and stereotypical boys trying to get those girls phone numbers. Up until the end, I was successful on keeping my balance and of the drink. That was until this mid-aged women was dancing way to hard and pushed me, allowing the drink to spill on top of another's girls shirt.

      "Ahhhh! Oh wow. Okay, that's cold." The girl tries to brush off the excess alcohol beverage while keeping her calm.

     "I am so sorry! This person pushed me and I slipped. Here," I reach for her hand, panicking and hoping that she doesn't freak out because I spilled a sticky and strong-smelling beverage on her plain gray shirt, nearly dipping down onto her jeans. We make our way to the restroom and I head straight to the tissue dispenser. And just my luck, the tissues ran out. I begin to panic even more, and hassen to go to the stalls, just searching for any piece of really ANYTHING that would help to clean her up. I find nothing except a pad, thankfully unused, but still. I'm not gonna touch it, let alone be near it. From stall to stall, I find absolutely nothing. NOTHING! Finally, I give up and exit the last stall. As I open the door, I encounter the girl (who I previously spilled my drink on) without her shirt. Although, I will say, her bra is actually pretty cute. It's a plain black bra with lace on the sides. But that's not important.

     "Umm... you're not wearing a shirt." I state idiotically. Thanks for stating the obvious.

     "Yeah, well, I gotta get this drink off my shirt one way or another." She laughs while washing her shirt in the sink. She grabs the hand soap and places it above her shirt, then rinses again.

     "Sorry about that again." I am filled with remorse and concern. My brain, at this point, feels like it's going to explode. My head hurts and I just want to lay down on a comfy bed. All I wanted to do today was to rest. Instead, I am here.

     "Oh, trust me, it's really no biggie." She says, capturing her full attention on washing off the smell of alcohol on her shirt.

     "If you want, I have a a hoodie. You can wear it in the meantime."

     "That would be great actually! I mean, I don't want anyone seeing me like this." The girl says, shutting the running water.

      "Oh, you mean do you want people seeing you in your bra." I remark, again, stating the obvious.

     "Haha, no. I don't want anyone seeing me without makeup." She says with a serious expression and I just stare at her in confusion, "Honey, I'm joking." She laughs, and I give out a nervous laugh because at this point, I think she's crazy.

     "Okay, well, I'll get my hoodie for you to wear. Just stay here. Oh! Before I forget, what's your name again?"

     "Oh, right! My name is Adeline." She politely smiles, followed by a wink.

AUTHOR'S NOTE
Hello lovely readers all the around the world! Miss me? Hahaha prob not, but I missed talking and writing for you guys!
WOW! THIS WAS 2009 WORDS!!! That is more than what I usually do, but hopefully this makes up for the long wait I put you guys through.
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