Despite it being their Senior prom and possibly the normal, high school experience they would ever get, no one in the pack felt like celebrating. Scott, Lydia, and Stiles were all recounting the events that had occurred during their first prom. But not the terrible, life altering events. No, it was more like they were remembering an easier time when Allison, your sister, had been alive. And as they watched you and Liam hold each other ridiculously close, it reminded them painfully of a time when Scott had held Allison just like that.
Scott watches as Liam's hand wind around your waist, as your fingers interlock behind his neck, holding each other as close as possible while making sure that both of you can still sway softly to the beat of the slow music playing. He watches as you blush at something Liam says, like you always do, tilting your head down with a shy smile on your face to avoid looking at him. Scott doesn't really mean to, but he finds himself eavesdropping, turning his head slightly in order to get a better listen.
"You're so beautiful," Liam says to you, spinning you in a small circle before you have a chance to reject the compliment. You are, you always have been, at least in his mind. But you always dismissed his compliments with a mumbled thank you and a shake of your head before changing the subject all together. "What's your secret?" He asks jokingly, grinning brightly as you laugh, your face tilting downward again. This time, he gently lifts your head back up, wanting to see the bright blush for himself.
"Liam, stop it," you blush, looking up at him with a small grin. You swear, once you get out of high school, your cheeks are going to be permanently stained pink, all because Liam insists on showering you with affection every day, whenever he can manage it.
"I don't want to, I like it when you blush," he murmurs truthfully, still dancing to the same slow rhythm as before, even when the song changes. "What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't tell my girlfriend how beautiful she looks whenever I see her? I'm just being honest with you."
"Why do you do this to me, Liam?" You mumble, the same smile that had been gracing your face growing wider, happier. Scott's about to tune the rest of the conversation out, but he stops when he hears Liam's adoringly whispered reply, his voice ringing out as clear as a bell.
"Because I love you," he whispers, eyes searching your features for any sign of shock, or even anger. He isn't sure how you're going to react. He knows that you've always been scared of falling in love. Allison had thrown herself wholeheartedly into a relationship with a werewolf (one who you now regarded as an older brother), and while you had never seen her happier when they had been together, the break up had been just as devastating for her. But Liam knows in his heart that he's a different story, and he has to get those feelings off his chest before he explodes and shouts it in the middle of class one day. Now, the truth was out. "Is that okay?" He runs a hand down your arm, taking your hand in his, not really caring what you say in return.
And Scott's heart actually lurches in his chest, because it's the same exact words he spoke to your sister, under the same lights, on the same sort of night, in that same spot in the gymnasium while listening to that same sappy music that blares out from the speakers.
You lean in, pausing before you reach Liam's lips. "That's perfect, because I love you, too," you breathe, cupping his cheeks gently and pressing your lips to his, trying to pour as much emotion into that one kiss as you possibly could. It's just the two of you on the dance floor after while, refusing to let go of one another just yet, even though the music stopped playing a few minutes ago. Your head rests on his shoulder, his arms still wrapped firmly around your waist.
Lydia and Scott are the only two people left to witness this, Stiles is parked outside in his jeep, waiting somewhat patiently. Lydia being your ride home, Scott being Liam's. And both of them are thinking the same exact thing, though they don't say it, because they're afraid to get choked up and start crying right there, and they don't want to spoil your night.
You and Liam are Scott and Allison, even if neither of you realize it. They just hope your story doesn't end the same way.
