Scallison Oneshots

Fly On The Wall

[] ONESHOT NUMBER 30! WE'RE ON A ROLL PEOPLE! []

(I also feel like this is a crappy one so sorry....)

Allison works with the paparazzi and is assigned to get incriminating pictures of the famous actor Scott McCall... it was only a cover to get close to him in the beginning, but what if that changes in the end?
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Allison smirked. She had mapped everything out perfectly. She knew exactly where Scott McCall was going to be today. Hopefully everything would work out in her favor and she would be able to convince him that she was really interested in him for him, not incriminating photos. Allison nodded to herself and drove off to the theater when Scott was going for his friend Stiles' movie. The Scorch Trials. Whatever the hell that was. She took a deep breath before she got out of the car just as the movie ended.

She saw Scott exit the movie theater in shades and smiled. She walked over and accidentally ran into him.

"Oh god, I'm so clumsy. Are you okay?" Allison asked as she picked up Scott's fallen shades. Scott was staring at her with wide eye's.

"Y-You're beautiful." He said softly. She smiled shyly and put her head down.

"Thank you." She said as she handed back his shades.

"No, thank you." Scott smiled. "Want to get coffee sometime?" He asked. Allison smirked internally. This was as easy as pie.

"Of course." She replied.

"Here's my number." Scott said as he pulled out a piece of paper and wrote down his number.

"Thanks, I'll text you." Allison smirked.

Scott had officially asked her to be his boyfriend about two week's after their first, second, and third date. Allison got a warm feeling in her chest when she agreed. She felt...weird. She almost just called her boss and told him that she didn't want to do this anymore. But this was her job, she had to do it. And she wasn't falling for Scott McCall.

She sighed as her phone began to ring. It was Scott.

"Hello?"

Hey babe, I have a question.

"Okay?"

So, I have a movie premiere comming up and I wanted to know if you wanted to come with?

"When?"

This Saturday.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Thanks hun, dress nice. I'll see you Saturday beautiful. Love you.

"I-I......I love you too."

Allison took a deep breath after she hung up. Scott McCall was in love with her, and she was leading him on. This reminded her of her friend Lydia. She had done the same thing to Jackson Whittemore. But he had found her out. They had talked it out and then got back together. Lydia had quit her job and became Mrs. Whittemore. Allison wasn't that soft. This was her job, she had to go through with it.

On Friday, Scott texted her and asked her if she wanted to spend the night at his house after the premiere. She couldn't say no because it would blow her cover, so she packed her bag and made sure she had her camera.

She took a deep and sat on her bed with her head in her hands. She didn't want to do this anymore. She was in love with him. She really did want to be in this relationship. She actually meant it when she said I love you to him. What type of sick people were the paparazzi. She sighed and made sure her dress was ready for tomorrow.

Allison heard a knock on the door and sighed. It had to be Scott. She walked over to the door and opened it.

"Hello beautiful." Scott said as he pulled her into his arm's and kissed her. "I missed you." He said softly.

"I missed you more." She smiled.

"You ready?" He asked. She nodded.

"Let me go grab my bag." She said as she pointed to her room. Scott shook his head.

"I'll grab it." Scott said. She nodded and didn't think about it being too late until he was already in her room. A few minutes passed and he didn't come back.

"Scott?" She called. He came out if her room with a look of betrayal on his face and her camera in his hand. "Scott, I can explain." Allison rushed out.

"Explain what? The fact that you're with the paparazzi? That you were lying to me all along? Was what we had even real?" Scott asked. He looked mad.

"At first, no. But now it is. I was going to take the camera out before we left. I'm going to quit my job there." Allison said.

"Don't bother." Scott growled as he walked to the door.

"No, Scott, please don't go." Allison said as she grabbed his arm. He only pulled his arm back and walked out. He slammed the door as he went. Allison fell to the ground and began to cry. She had lost the one thing that had really started to go good in her life.

Allison sighed as she walked to the store. She was depressed. She hadn't seen Scott since he had broken up with her. True to her word, she quit her job, threw away her camera, and vowed never to take another picture of someone unless she asked or they knew she was doing it. She felt horrible for what she had almost done to Scott. She also wished everyday for a second chance. Scott had been amazing. She had been the one to screw up.

"Allison?" A familiar voice called out. Allison tensed. It was Scott. She wasn't ready for this. "Allison." The voice said a little firmer now. She slowly turned around and came face to face with Scott.

"H-Hey." She said hesitantly. Scott gave her a smile that just made her want to go back to her apartment and die.

"Uhm, I know it took me a long time and I didn't really have any clue on how to get a hold of you but I'm sorry and I trust that you weren't really going to take the pictures." Scott said softly.

"I quit." Allison blurted out. Scott's eye's widened.

"You were serious about that?" Scott asked. She nodded.

"My boss was an ass anyway." She said as she looked down at the cement. A second later she felt her head being lifted and then she was being pulled into a kiss. She quickly wrapped her arms around Scott's neck and deepened the kiss. When they pulled away they rested their foreheads against each other's.

"I love you." Scott smiled.

"I love you too, Scotty." Allison smiled back.

One Week Later

"Hey Scott! We made the front page!" Allison called as she let herself into Scott's house. She was holding a magazine with a picture of her and Scott with their foreheads pressed together, looking into each other's eye's lovingly. When she walked into the living room she saw Scott and Stiles gluing paper heart's all over a blown up version of the very same picture. "But it looks like you already knew that." She smiled and watched fondly as they boy's worked on.