I'm The Father?(teen wolf au)

11|"You Reek."

Lydia stands at the doorway of her best friends apartment, and for the first time in forever, she does not use her own key, but knocks instead. It takes a few minutes, but eventually, Allison groggily opens the door. After a night of crying alone on her living room couch, Lydia finally mustered app the courage to get up the next morning and come to Allison's to apologize to her. Allison looks at Lydia with sad eyes and a slouching form. "Hi," Allison states with a sleepy tone.

"Hi, I need to talk to you," Lydia tells her friend. Allison smiles slightly.

"I figured, c'mon," Allison says, gesturing for Lydia to come in. She enters hesitantly and follows Allison to the couch. It takes Allison a little while to sit down with her belly, but she manages eventually and waits patiently for Lydia to speak. Miss Martin takes a deep breath before speaking.

"I had no right to blame you for my problems, its completely your choice, and I am terribly horribly sorry, Allison, I love you," Lydia says quickly. Allison smiles.

"I forgive you Lyds, I know your emotions were over flowing because the guy your in love with just walked out on us," Allison tells her. Lydia blushes.

"It doesn't matter now, I told him I was in love with him and he rode away in a cab," Lydia tells Allison who smiles sadly.

"I know, I called Scott last night, Stiles showed up halfway through the call, he was very upset with himself," Allison tells her best friend. Lydia purses her lips.

"I presume that you didn't tell Scott about my honey bee," Lydia guesses. Allison nods.

"I don't think I will, maybe," Allison says, shrugging. Lydia nods slowly. "So you love Stiles?" Allison probes for information. Lydia frowns.

"I think deep down I always knew that I loved him, having sex with him was just the closest I could get to a relationship with him," Lydia admits. Allison smiles at her friend.

"Now Cora, Scott, Kira, Mal, and I owe Isaac twenty dollars, just great," Allison says, giggling.

"You guys bet on when I would admit my feeling for Stiles?" Lydia asks, amused. Allison laughs and nods.

"Isaac said about a year after high school graduation," Allison tells her friend.

"What was your bet?"

"Scott and I both said the day of graduation, Cora said when you were forty, Malia said when you accidentally get pregnant with his kid, and Kira thought it would happen at someone else's wedding," Allison explains.

"Thats amazing!" Lydia exclaims, laughing hysterically. "Well, I guess my feelings for him aren't important anyways since he doesn't love me back..." Lydia trails off. Allison bites her bottom lip, but doesn't say anything. "Why didn't you have a bet for when Stiles would admit his feelings? Oh wait, sorry, I forgot he doesn't like me like that," Lydia states dismally. Blood rushes into Allison's cheeks.

"We didn't have a bet for when Stiles would admit his feelings because he already told us he was in love with you. He had a crush on you since the third grade," Allison tells Lydia with a small smile on her face. Lydia takes a deep breath and holds it in surprise. Stiles loves me? After all this time of keeping my feelings at bay, he has loved me back? Allison graciously takes Lydia's hand. "Lyds?" Lydia shakes away her thoughts.

"Ya, ya ya I'm fine," Lydia claims, "just wish that I knew."

Scott shakes Stiles shoulder. "Sti," Scott attempts to wake up his hungover friend as he sleeps soundly on Scott's couch, a half empty bottle in his hand. The coffee table is sprinkled with empty bottles of beer and liquor. Wedged between his dry lips is an old joint. Scott sighs and walks into his kitchen to grab a bottle of water. Upon grabbing the bottle, Scott opens it while walking back to his friend. With a straight face, Scott tips the bottle and dumps the cold water slowly onto Stiles pale face. Stiles spits and wakes up, his eyes blood shot.

"the fuck Scotty?" Stiles yells. Scott raises his eyebrows.

"Morning pal," Scott says sarcastically, "you look just fantastic."

"Just a bad case of the Irish flu," Stiles jokes with horrific laughter, before grabbing the lighter from the coffee table and relighting his joint. He takes one hit before Scott grabs the joint from between his lips and drops into on the floor, crushing it with the tip of his shoe. "What's your deal?" Stiles asks, squinting through his headache up at his friend.

"Get up and take a shower, you reek."