The Drummer's Girl - A Scallison AU

Getting Gigs

She been my Queen since we were sixteen
We want the same things, we dream the same dreams alright
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Stiles sat up suddenly, his heart wrenching in his chest. Still, he held Lydia's hands in his and kept his eyes locked on hers, "Lydia, what? Y-you and Jackson? Why? He was awful to you."

"I know," Lydia smiled softly, "But we started this together, and we wanted to end it that way. I love you more than anyone on this planet, Stilinski, but he's my oldest friend. And he and I can win together. We've done it before. And it's my dream to be senior prom queen."

Stiles's heart stopped, and then sank down to settle in the pit of his stomach. He had waited so long to finally be with Lydia Martin, and now she didn't think he was good enough to give her what she wants. He wanted to scream, or maybe even to cry. But, instead, he forced a smile and grabbed her hand, letting his thumb rub lazy circles on her palm, "Okay. I just want you to be happy, Lyds. Whatever it takes."

Lydia sat up a little bit more and kissed his hand, "Thanks, Sti... We can still share a dance, if you want.  And maybe you can find someone else to take. Like, maybe-"

"I only know one person who'd be willing to go to prom with Queen Lydia's boyfriend. But it's too complicated and you already know it," he rumbled in response.

"Derek," Lydia said, breath caught in her throat, "Stiles, I mean, if that's what you want, but..."

Stiles nodded softly, feeling a complete pansy and pushover for not saying what his mind was screaming at him. Lydia was going to prom with her ex-boyfriend, and yet she was somehow not okay with him going with a guy he was with once?

"I-I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow," he stammered in a low voice, before standing up and silently, slowly buckling his belt back around his jeans and making his way out the door. When he reached his car, he let his head rest on the steering wheel, agonizing thoughts and what-ifs swirling in his head. He couldn't find the motivation to drive, but when he glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost his curfew, he forced himself to put the key in the ignition, praying that Lydia wouldn't hear his car starting up. Then again, she had probably already fallen into a peaceful sleep.

Meanwhile, sleep was the last thing on either Scott or Allison's minds.

They sat in the garage, listening to music from Scott's phone, which one of his arms around her, dragging up and down her side, and the other resting on her upper thigh. His calloused, warm hands seemed to be burning holes through the fabric of her pants, and she could feel her breathing growing heavy, along with her eyelids.

"I want you in my bed with me," Scott murmured into his girlfriend's wild mane of hair, running his fingers through the tangly curls, "Say yes..."

"Scott," Allison half-laughed bashfully, "I'd love to... But what about your mother? The woman who sleeps right down the hall, remember her?

"Shut up, not like that," he replied, a twinkle rising to his eyes at the dirty thoughts running through Allison's head. He sighed contentedly and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, "I just don't want to be apart tonight. It doesn't seem right."

He could feel Allison nodding against his chest, her bed of curls bouncing just the slightest, "That would be very anticlimactic... Okay. I'll tell my Dad that I'm with Lydia."

"Have I told you that I love you?" Scott said, his lips now against Allison's cheek, so that she could feel his smile on her skin.