The Drummer's Girl - A Scallison AU

One Last Kiss

I think I've finally had enough, I think I maybe think too much
I think this might be it for us (blow me one last kiss)
You think I'm just too serious, I think you're full of shit
My head is spinning so (blow me one last kiss)

Blow Me (One Last Kiss), P!nk
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"Bye guys, thank you for everything this weekend!" Allison called, lingering a bit longer when she hugged Scott goodbye. He looked to make sure Stiles and Lydia were distracted before giving her ass a little pinch. Allison squeezed her eyes shut, and slowly turned to face her other friends.

At that moment, Stiles and Lydia were having what seemed to be a normal conversation - that is, if you didn't know them both so well. The way Stiles was speaking in measured sentences was evidence that he was restraining himself, and the way that Lydia was staring directly at Stiles eyes meant that she was actually undressing him with her mind. And then, there was also the kiss that Scott and Allison had witnessed between the two backstage. It seemed so natural, almost as if it wasn't the first time they'd done it.

After saying goodbye to the boys and making sure that they got into Stiles's house okay - Melissa was working the night shift and Scott didn't feel like being alone - the two girls piled into Lydia's car and eased off down the road. It was a relief to Lydia's ears to be able to actually listen to her music for the first time in days, and she immediately put on the new Selena Gomez song, Good For You. She hummed along to the words.

As they stopped in Lydia's driveway, Lydia could feel Allison studying her from her spot in the passenger seat and pursed her lips, "What is it, Allison? Just ask." She demandingly drummed her fingers on the wheel.

The other girl shook her head, "It's just.. What's going on with you and Stiles? I told you not to lead him on and now you're-you're kissing him and staring into his eyes all dreamy-like."

Lydia silently unbuckled her seat belt, swung her Gucci purse onto her shoulder and exited the car, "Nothing. We're just friends."

Now it was Allison's turn to hop out, and she crossed over the lawn to where Lydia was already unlocking the door. For a little girl with little legs, she moved fast. Allison followed her inside.

"Look, I'm not accusing you of anything, but you need to think before you act.. I know things haven't been good with Jackson lately, but you can't use Stiles to make that go away.." soothed Allison, unsnapping a Snapple and sitting down at the Martin's kitchen counter. Lydia plunked her purse down with a clack and exhaled loudly.

"Being with Stiles feels good, Ally. He looks at me like I'm a million bucks, and he tells me how special I am. And I need that," inhale, "You have that with Scott, and it's making me realize just how shallow things are with Jackson."

Allison gestured for her friend to go on, her brown eyes big as she listened intently, "And Jackson is an asshole. Like, he only cares about lacrosse and his friends and only calls me at, like, midnight for a booty call, and I'm sick of it. I want something more than this."

Lydia had never been so open with her relationship before. Sure, the two had been inseparable since Allison came to town, but she'd never actually expressed any sort of feelings toward Jackson. Allison had just assumed that Lydia liked the more casual vibe that she had with him.

"If he makes you feel this awful about yourself, Lyds, then you have to leave him."

Lydia shook her head, "But I'm scared."
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"And she's just too afraid of the consequences of leaving him to do it, no matter how mindless it all is," Allison heaved a sigh, venting to her bandmates for advice.