The Drummer's Girl - A Scallison AU

Charged

Stop your preaching right there, 'cause I really don't care and I'll do it again
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Allison creeped back into her room right as Lydia and Stiles were waking up. He didn't bother to take his arm off of her waist when Allison entered; it had been completely innocent.

"Lydia?" Allison whispered, "Can we talk?"

She looked panicked, like she might just have a nervous breakdown right then and there, so Lydia quickly slipped out of Stiles's embrace and followed Allison into the tiny bathroom that they had in their hotel room.

As soon as the door locked, she pulled her best friend into a hug and whispered into her mess of brown waves, "What's going on?"

Allison's voice was so low that Lydia could barely make out her words:

"Scott and I had sex last night."

Lydia's eyes nearly bugged out of her head, but she quickly rearranged her face to a more neutral state, "Oh... Um... What?"

Allison relaxed against the wall and tugged uselessly at her hair, "We were so drunk and then we sang this duet at the little bar and we won this hotel room and we didn't stop to think before it was happening."

After taking a deep breath, Lydia looked her best friend right in they eye, "While I do admire your spontaneity lately, I am disappointed that you'd come crawling back to him. He didn't plan on keeping your heart; he doesn't get to keep your body."

Allison felt her lip quiver, but she wasn't sure if it was sadness or anger.

"It was amazing. It was a high for me, and it was worth it. I'd do it again, too..." she mused, "Really, I would. I know it ended badly and that he doesn't seem to care about my family problems and all, but there is something between us, and that's pure, raw attraction. I'd make the same mistake a thousand more times."

Lydia shook her head sadly, "I love you and all, but I've been down that road. It's not worth it to sacrifice your heart."

"Lyds," Allison smiled smally, yet confidently, "I don't need that advice anymore. I know I wanted to talk, but I guess I just wanted to vent. Thanks, but no thanks."

And with that, she turned on her heel and exited the bathroom.

Stiles cracked a smile from his position in front of the mirror and placed down his comb, "I was starting to think you two were making out in there."

This earned a snort from Allison, "That was a one time, thing, alright?"

Lydia appeared from around the corner, "Come on, Argent, you know you'd do it again, you wild child." The three of them giggled, but it came to a screeching halt when Scott entered.

"Do what again?" he asked, suddenly panicked that Allison had told what had happened between them the night before.

His best friend started combing his hair again. How could he tell Scott that they had all bonded without him? Scott didn't deserve to be exiled because he was away at a wedding for one week.

"Kiss Lyds," he chuckled, "Happened out back one night while you were away. It was hot," he stage-whispered.

Scott forced a grin, "Well, as much as I'd love to chat about it, we've really gotta hit the road. Are you guys all packed up?"

"Yup," Allison popped the 'p' in the word and slung her sweatshirt over her shoulder. As Stiles and Lydia nodded and mumbled something about wanting to make it home in time for lunch, she grabbed her suitcase and wheeled it out into the hall.