The Drummer's Girl - A Scallison AU

Late Night Phone Calls, Early Morning Confrontations

I stood on your porch in the commotion of

The bustling city and its busy heart

We Love Like Vampires, Sparks the Rescue

.......

It was nearly one o'clock in the morning when Scott McCall's phone rang on February 16th. His friends had gone home, but Allison had snuck back over for time alone with Scott while his mother was working the night shift.

The noise blared through the house like a siren, and Allison groaned sleepily, covering her ears and burying her face into Scott's plain blue t-shirt. He always wore the same cologne, which was a warm scent that she couldn't quite put a finger on.

She was so tired that her head pounded, and just the idea of either of them getting up to answer the phone only exhausted her further, "You know you could just ignore it.." she murmured, her words muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

"I know I could," he pet her hair, not wanting to move either, "But I won't." Scott eased Allison off of him and onto her respective pillow.

"Hello?" he said into the phone, his voice raspy and tired sounding, which nearly made her swoon in and of itself, let alone the way he sighed and brushed his hair back out of his face.

She couldn't quite make out what the person on the other line was saying, but she could see the reaction on Scott's face. His confused, sleepy expression transformed into shocked. His jaw dropped and his dark eyes shimmered in the moonlight coming in through the window, "Are you serious? God, that's awesome!"

Allison furrowed her brow and leaned into his sightline, "What is it?" she mouthed. Scott held up one finger, signaling for her to give him a minute.

He hung up the phone with a beep, "That was a woman who has connections at the House of Blues," he stated.

Allison still didn't quite catch on, "..And?" she pried. Sometimes Scott couldn't just get to the damn point.

"She said she talked to them, and they want Lycanthropy to come and play a gig there."

Allison's eyes widened, "Are you serious? Don't fricken' lie to me, Scott McCall.."

When he shook his head and further explained that she, who was actually named Cora Hale, had seen a YouTube video of the group that Scott had posted online, and wanted them to come perform, Allison screamed and grabbed Scott's arm.

"We're going to LA!" she kept screaming, "We're going to fricken Los Angeles!"

"I know we are!" he answered, giving her a squeeze, "God, I can't wait to tell the guys. They're going to be so excited."

Allison beamed, "Okay, I know it wasn't planned, but we absolutely have to rehearse tomorrow, alright?"

Nodding enthusiastically, Scott agreed, "Definitely. Lord, Stiles is going to flip. Finally an audience that isn't a bunch of businessmen in a coffee shop who think Fall Out Boy is a yoga position."

Allison froze at the words 'business men,' which earned her a sidelong glance from her boyfriend, "What's wrong?"

"What am I going to tell my parents?"

.......

Allison woke up in her own bed a couple hours later, brown curls in a tangled bun on top of her head, and a bit of makeup smudged under her eyes. After sneaking home from Scott's at two in the morning, she hadn't had the ambition to wash it off.

Grumbling to herself, the brunette flipped the down comforter off of herself and slid out of bed. Without bothering to get changed or make herself look more presentable, she fumbled tiredly down the stairs to the breakfast table, where she knew she would find her parents.