The Drummer's Girl - A Scallison AU

We Hold Eachother

Something happens when I hold her, she keeps my heart from getting older
When the days get short and the nights get a little bit colder
Something happens when I hold him, he keeps my heart from getting broken
When the days get short and the nights get a little bit frozen
We hold each other
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Stiles knew he had to tell Lydia the truth about what happened with Derek. He also knew, deep dow, despite what he had tried to convince himself, she was not going to "understand" this time. He didn't just give an experimental kiss. He took it all the way. He couldn't even face her.

Hating himself for being too much of a coward to talk to her in person, he forced himself to pick up his phone. All too okay with just shooting her a quick text, he used the house one to avoid any sort of temptation.

When he heard her voice on the phone, his throat completely closed and he was completely unable to speak. The wind was seemingly knocked out of him.

"Stiles?" she asked, recognizing his heavy, nervous breathing.

The boy knew that if he didn't just tell her in that moment, he never would. So he spat the words, his voice not sounding like his own. He'd thought of himself as a lot of things, but never a cheater. Hell, Stiles had waiting his whole life to be with Lydia Martin, the girl that was so ridiculously out of his league, and now that his every dream had come true, he'd taken her for granted.

"I cheated on you."

Her heart flew up to her throat. Suddenly, she wasn't hearing Stiles on the phone, but Jackson. For the first time since her Sophomore year, she'd opened up her heart to someone, and here she was, two years later, with history repeating itself. For someone who was so "desirable," she never seemed to be good enough for anyone.

"Then I have absolutely nothing to say to you right now."

As Stiles began to choke out a reply, she smashed her phone back into it's stand and threw herself backwards onto the bed. She was in love with Stiles.

Maybe if she had said something... Maybe things would be different. But everything was a mess.
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Scott had just jumped out of Allison's bedroom window for a secret rendezvous when she heard the doorbell ring. Suspecting that it would be a delivery man - probably the new strap she'd ordered for her bass, she was down the stairs in seconds.

When she pulled open the door, she was all smiles and cheerfully greeting, "Hey! How are you?" but she came to a screeching halt in the middle of her sentence.

"Stiles?" she puzzled. The boy was standing square on the porch, hands cupping his own face with brawny tears pulling down his face. It was not a silent cry. In fact, it was loud. Stiles was sniffling and trying to swallow down hiccups that still somehow managed to escape his throat. "Are you okay?"

Even in his state, Stiles couldn't resist being sarcastic, "Do I look okay?"

Without saying another word, understanding that his comeback was just an attempt to mask his sadness, Allison pulled the boy into a hug. Tall as she was, Stiles was still just able to bury his face in the top of her head, always liking the way her curls felt around his nose. Her hair was different from Lydia's silky locks - all curly and cushiony.

Allison released her friend and brushed out the wrinkles in his sleeves. "Now," she tried a small, comforting smile, "Let's go inside. And you can tell me all about it."

"Okay," he answered in a quiet, swallowed tone. Stiles never liked the way his voice sounded when he was crying. He sounded like a child again. It reminded him of when he lost his mother.