𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
Different doesn't mean wrong

"DRESSES, dresses, and, oh look, more fucking dresses," Skye complained to herself as she looked at racks and racks of dresses. "For fucks sakes," she complained.

"The hot pink would look perfect with your skin down." She whirled around to come face to face with Lydia Martin. "Skye, Scott's little sister, right?" She tilted her head, looking the brunette up and down.

"Older," Skye corrected her. "What do you want, Lydia Bombshell?" She questioned, crossing her arms as she looked her up and down.

"I want to help you find the perfect dress, that's what I want." She clicked her tongue and hummed, looking at the row of pink dresses. She hummed again before grabbing a dress. "This is the one." She pushed the dress into her chest, nodding. "That is totally the dress." She the snapped her finger and what Skye saw made her choke on her salvia.

Stiles came running around the corner, a pile of dresses in his hands.

Lydia grabbed a light pink dress and threw it onto the pile as Skye stood there, her mouth agape. "Stiles, what in the holy grail of cheesy goodness do you think you're doing here?"

"Uh," his mouth hung open as he noticed she was standing there. "What are you doing here?"

"She was obviously looking for a dress, Stiles," Allison spoke as she came out of nowhere.

"And I found one." Skye grinned, wiggling the dress around in the air for inference. "And I'm going." She snapped her gaze to Stiles. "You're coming with me." She grabbed the pile of dresses from Stiles and threw it into Lydia's arms.

"Why?" Stiles questioned as she grabbed his hand, and started walking towards the suit area in the mall.

"Because we're getting you a suit," Skye informed him and went straight to the guy who measures the body.

"Again, I ask, why?" Stiles asked her as he held out his arms, allowing the guy to measure his arm length.

"Because you're going to the dance, duh." She plopped down on the leather couch and looked up at him.

"I was already planning on it..." He trailed off, furrowing his eyebrows.

"With me," she added and watched as he froze, his face heating up like a tomato, and his mouth fell agape.

"Wha—"

"You do want to, right?" Skye questioned, starting to feel stupid and insecure. Maybe that was why he was here with Lydia; he wanted to go with her.

"What?"

"You do want to go with me to the dance, right?" She asked again, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, chewing down on her bottom lip. "I mean, I understand if you want to go with Lydia. You've had a crush on her since like the third grade, so I totally understand if you don't want to be seen with a loser like me. Lydia is so much prettier than I am anyway, and—"

"I'll go with you," Stiles interrupted her which made her clamp her mouth shut.

"What?" She questioned meekly.

"I'll go with you to the dance."

"SWEETIE, Stiles is here!" Melissa shouted from downstairs which made Skye take in a shaky breath.

Why am I so nervous all of a sudden?

It was just Stiles. Stiles, her best friend, the boy who was always there for her since the moment he met her. Stiles, the boy who, even through all this Werewolf and Inhuman shit, has been by her side, trying to help control her 'powers'.

She never thought twice about him being something more than just her best friend, her brothers best friend, but now that she's actually thinking about it, she can't help but feel something for him.

"Skye?" She shook her head out of her thoughts as her mom walked into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. "What's wrong?"

"I'm scared mom," Skye admitted, plopping down on her bed. "I think I might like Stiles."

"Of course you do, sweetie, he's your best friend?" She smiled at the young girl as she sat down beside her.

"No, mom." Skye shook her head. "I think I might like like him."

"Oh." Melissa pulled a face before smiling. "Honey, the people who make us happy are never the people you expect." Skye entwined her hands together as she listened to her mother. She always has the best of advices. "So, when you find someone, you've got to cherish it."

"It's so hard to get used to, though," Skye admitted, looking up at her.

"What, sweetie?" Melissa questioned, playing with her hair.

"Being cared about so much," she choked out. "Before you happened, before I was finally adopted and loved, I had no one, I wasn't loved, I wasn't cherished; I was treated like absolute trash, and I guess that is what I had become, trash. I made myself not feel anything. I wasn't loved so why should I love others?" She then forced herself to smile. "But maybe I can change," she paused, "for him."

"Then, all I have left to say is, go get him, tiger." She lightly shoved Skye off the bed which made her chuckle.

"Thanks, mom." She kissed her on the forehead before running down stairs. What she saw made her laugh. There Stiles stood, eating one of her homemade cupcakes. "Really?" She questioned which made him stare up at her with wide eyes, half a eaten cupcake hanging out of his mouth. And even though he was ruining the suit she had gotten made for him, she couldn't help but find him completely and utterly adorable.

"YOU wanna dance?"

Skye looked up at Stiles from the top of the punch cup in her hand. "Eh." She shrugged, smirking against the cup before taking a sip of the red drink.

"Um, that was such a bland answer," Stiles mumbled to himself. "That doesn't matter right now. Get off your cute little ass and dance with me." He stomped his foot, staring at her with challenging eyes which made her swoon at his cuteness.

"Little?" She questioned, glancing behind her at her rear-end. "It doesn't look so little to me..." She trailed off before looking back to Stiles, "And I think not."

"You know what!?" He threw up his hands before taking the punch cup out of her hand, placing it down on the table beside them. "Skye, get up. You're gonna dance with me. I don't care that if you are my best friends sister, I don't—" He took in a deep breath. "I've had a crush on you since the day Scott introduced us." Her eyes widened at his confession and her heart couldn't help but skip a beat. "And I know that somewhere inside that cold, sarcastic, but very hot exterior there's an actual human soul that cares for me."

Skye took in a deep breath, speechless. She never expected that Stiles Stilinski, her best friend, was in love with her.

"Skye?" He meekly questioned. "Oh, my god," he mumbled, running a hand through his hair. "I totally ruined everything. I ruined everything, didn't I?" He questioned before he started sputtering out words.

"I'll dance with you," Skye blurted out and grabbed his hand, pulling him out onto the dance floor.

"Are you, um, are you gonna say anything about what I just said?" He asked her as she wrapped his arms around her waist, her's going around his neck. She shook her head at his question before laying her head on his chest, listening to his erratic heartbeat. "I need to hear you say something, Skye or I'll go out of my freaking mind."

"Truth is." Skye took in a deep breath before looking him in the eyes. "I like you."

"Really?" He questioned, hope in his eyes. "You're not saying that because I did, are you?"

"Are you serious?" Skye questioned, taking a small step back. "No, no, I wouldn't," she told him, shaking her head. "I've been noticing some changes between us lately. We're always in a situation where we are stuck together, and I guess that pushed some feelings to the front of my mind." She got onto my tippy toes and pressed her lips against his cheek. "I do not go around saying I like someone, you know this, Stiles. So, if I say I like you, I like you."

"Oh, good." He heaved a sigh of relief. "I thought I would lose you."

"Nope." She shook her head. "You will not be losing me anytime soon."

"LYDIA!" Stiles and Skye shouted as they ran out onto the lacrosse field, seeing Lydia being approached by Peter. "Run!"

Peter launched at Lydia, biting her in the side which made Skye yell out, throwing out her hand towards Peter who went flying back.

"You touch her, you die!" The female McCall shouted, still holding her hand out as Peter stood back up.

"I like you." Peter grinned as he walked over to Lydia's body. "But you didn't realize that you also threw Stiles back as well."

Skye whipped around to realize that Stiles wasn't by her side any longer, he was strewn across the lacrosse field, struggling to get his breath back.

"Stiles!" She called out, rushing to his side just as Peter got to him. "Get away from him!" She growled out.

"Don't look at me like I did that." Peter pointed at Stiles. "It's all on you." He then picked up Stiles' head and threatened her by holding a claw to Stiles' neck. "Tell me how to find Derek Hale."

Skye took in a breath, trying to get rid of the anger and fear that was bubbled up inside her. "I think he knew."

Peter growled, holding the claw closer to Stiles' neck. "Knew what?"

"Derek, I think he knew he was gonna be caught," she admitted, sighing in defeat.

"By the Argents?"

She rolled her eyes, "Who else?"

"And?"

"When they were shot." Skye sucked in a huge breath, angry by the fact that she was in the hospital when all this happened. "He and Scott — I think he took Scott's Phone."

"Why?"

She groaned, rolling her brown eyes again. "They all have GPS now. So if he still has it and if it's still on, you can find him."

"Good." He grinned before dropping Stiles' head and stalked off. "Come." Her eyes widened as he looked back at her. He rolled his eyes. "Call for help then come."

She whipped out her phone and called 911, alerting them of two bodies on the lacrosse field before she was picked up, and forced to walk with Peter.