The Drummer's Girl - A Scallison AU

In My Head

Got my mind on your body and your body on my mind...
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Scott was so mad at Allison for giving him the cold shoulder at Stiles's party earlier that night, but still, she was all he could think about. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help but remember the night in the hotel, where they had their first performance, but also where they shared their first time.

It had been so slow and passionate, so gentle and romantic. It was nothing like he had imagined sex with Allison to be. He had never done something that intimate before. It was soul-bearing, which was a change for the sweaty, fast times he had grown accustomed to throughout his high school years.

He couldn't help but remember Allison's long fingers on his back and her soft finger pads drawing little shapes on him. More sensual images began to fill his head, but he had to will them away due to the fact that Stiles was lying right next to him, playing call of duty.

Normally after a breakup, they would go out to the old rock and drink Jack Daniels right out of the bottle, but Scott couldn't tell Stiles about this one. It was slowly killing him, because this was the most heartache he had ever felt.

"Hey Stiles?" he spoke into the silence.

Stiles paused the game and leaned back into the cushions of the couch, "Yeah?"

Scott leaned forward and put his controller down on the coffee table, and sat back again. He chickened out of telling his friend about Allison, "How are you and Lydia doing?"

This earns a grin from Stiles, "Absolutely fantastic. She is like a goddess, Scott, you have no idea. It's never been this good in my entire life."

Scott folded his arms behind his head, "But don't you want more than that? Like, don't you want a relationship? Someone who is your person?" he prompted.

His friend looked at him like he had just grown a second head. Scott McCall had never once in his life mentioned wanting anything more than a hook up. It was Stiles who fawned over Lydia, and Scott who teased him for it. Now it seemed like the parts had bene reversed.

"Dude," Stiles prompted, looking Scott in the eye, "What is up with you? It is your job as my friend to encourage this. I'm about to take you to get a mental screening or something. Seriously."

The other boy sighed, and flopped back onto one of the beds in Stiles's room, and his friend did the same, "Honestly, Stilinski. Sometimes I wonder if I overlook the best part," his feelings about his breakup were starting to surface, and he needed to express them, "What if I already met the right girl for me and I just threw it all away because I was a coward?"

Stiles rolled his head to look at his best friend, lying on the parallel bed, and they locked eyes, "You're not a coward...Truth be told, I'm jealous of the way you do it."

Scott's eyes grew dark and serious, "Don't let yourself lose Lydia, okay? Keep her."
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During rehearsal the next day, the band was running through their new twenty one pilots song, and hitting out of the park, when Scott's phone buzzed in his pocket. He cut everyone off when he saw who it was, with a furrowed brow, and called out, "Guys... Cora Hale is calling me. I-I don't know why but-"

"Answer it!" snapped Allison.

"I was going to!" he fired back defensively.

Scott stood and took a few steps towards the center of the garage, and slid the green Answer button, "Hello? It's Scott McCall..."

His friends gathered around, and Stiles began begging to know what she say saying. Eventually, Scott caved and hit the Speaker Phone button with a big grin on his face, "Cora, wanna tell the rest of the band what you just told me?"