I Love Him But I Can't (Scallison)

Love Makes People Do Crazy Things

"Allison," Scott said into my ear. "Allison, you have to wake up. It's almost time for lunch. You have to eat."

I groan and turn so I can bury my face in his chest. Scott kisses the top of my head.

"Alright, I get it. Sleep a little longer, but when you wake up, you're having a huge lunch."

I nod against him and drape my arm around his waist, pulling him closer. "I love you."

"I love you too," he said. "Go ahead, rest some more."

I take in the faint smell of Scott's body wash before letting sleep take over again. When I woke up, it was to the smell of bacon and Scott was no longer by my side. I sat up and apparently it was just in time because Scott walked in with a tray of food.

"Good morning sleeping beauty. I hope you're hungry because I made you breakfast even though it's lunch time. I figured you wouldn't enjoy lunch after having just woken up so breakfast it was."

"You are the sweetest guy in the history of sweet guys."

He sits beside me and says "I try because you deserve the best." He kisses my forehead. "Now eat up."

The tray was completely covered by food. Five strips of bacon, scrabbled eggs, two pancakes, twelve strawberries, one croissant, two pieces of toast, a cream cheese bagel, and a glass of chocolate milk.

"You don't actually expect me to eat all of this, do you?"

He shakes his head. "Just till you're not hungry. Whatever's left I'll eat. I just wanna make sure you eat enough."

"I love you so much. You know that, right?"

"I love you too. Now eat your breakfast."

He wraps his arm around me and I cuddle into his side as I eat. After the breakfast, Scott went downstairs to wash all the dishes. I followed him down after a few minutes. He had just finished the dishes when I stood in the entrance.

"You could've stayed in bed. Lydia and Stiles have the day to themselves. I only woke you up because I wanted you to eat something. You can go back to sleep though."

I shake my head. "I'd much rather just stay with you. We can talk."

"I'd like that."

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That's how we found ourselves on the floor in the living room, Scott's back against the couch and me sitting back between his legs.

"Favorite parent and why?"

"I love them both but my dad is my favorite. We moved a lot because of his work but he was always my shoulder to lean on. I didn't have friends that I could confide in and my mom was always teaching me to be independent and strong so I turned to my dad. He's been my support system since I was little."

Scott smiles at me. "What about Mr. Bear? What's the story behind him?"

"When I was little, Kate used to live with us before she took over the Argent business in Ohio. I was devastated that she was leaving because she was my best friend. So she gave me Mr. Bear as a present that I wasn't allowed to open till she left. When I did, I named him Mr. Bear and the note with him said 'They'll be with you even when I can't be'. I brought him everywhere." I look at Scott. "Did you have a stuffed animal?"

"I wanted one but I wasn't allowed."

"What do you mean?"

"My dad told me that having a stuffed animal was for girls. That boys had to be stronger. My dad bought me a paintball gun when I was six. He took me to the back of the cabin and set up beer bottles. He'd make me stay there through rain or shine until I hit every beer bottle. He even had me do it whether I had a fever or the flu."