After their emotional lunch, the wedding party retreated back to the hotel before the rehearsal dinner that was to take place in a few hours. Allison and Scott spent their time by sitting in the lounge of the hotel, just talking the whole time. It feels good for both of them, just to catch up and talk about their past and what they are doing with their lives now. It would be so easy to just tell him now that she is carrying his child, but she can't bare to do it for some reason. It is frustrating to say the least.
Nothing much happens at the rehearsal dinner. The teens mostly stay out of the way and let the family enjoy their time with Malia and Kira. The wedding is incredibly small considering Malia has only two family members and some of Kira's family did not come because they do not support her being a lesbian.
After the rehearsal dinner everyone retreats to the hotel to go to bed early so they will be well rested for the wedding that is the next day. Kira rooms with Lydia and Allison with Malia since the couple won't be sleeping together the night before their wedding. Cora and Isaac of course go to their room and Scott and Stiles head to their own room.
Stiles goes quickly into the bathroom after they rehearsal dinner. Scott flips down on his bed after putting his ear buds into his ears, turning up the music so it's blasting. Thoughts of Allison consume him, the confusion and the wanting. But they are not together anymore, and they will not ever be together again, because she does not want that. Scott closes his eyes and breathes slowly, deeply, glad that he can't smell Allison's perfume. Can't see her whiskey eyes or bask in her kind soul. Glad that he can't hear that contagious giggle, and feel the smoothness of her skin. Glad because if he did have all those things surrounding him, he would explode from longing.
Stiles turns on the shower, the heat turned up as much as possible. Rubbing his face of stress, he tries not to close his eyes, knowing that if he does all he will see is Lydia. Stiles pulls off his clothes, his eyes barely ever closing besides when he blinks. When he does blink he sees flashes of Lydia. Her bright hair, her pale skin, that pink smirk on her plump lips, the bright green of her eyes, even that god damn arch of her eyebrow. Sighing, Stiles steps into the steaming showing, letting the thick air and piping hot water numb him. His hangover causes the feeling of a hammer slamming into his temple. The warm water mats his hair down onto his forehead. He leans his head against the shower wall. The tears start to fall. Don't close your eyes, he begs himself. Breathe, don't close your eyes! You'll see her, all of her. Don't do it, don't close your- his eyes squeeze shut. Suddenly Stiles is consumed by her, his Lydia.
The image in his mind is from spring break. On that tropical beach. She was dressed in stringy white bikini, and a thin, sheer, grey kimono type cardigan draped over her barely tan shoulders. There was a silver chain around her neck. Her long strawberry blonde hair was in messy wet waves from the ocean he had tossed her in earlier. There was not a scratch of makeup on her face, not even around those bright green eyes that made the palm trees seem colorless. Her skin was still pale, but lesser so than usual, dotted with small freckles especially on her cheeks. A smirk was ever present on her face, her lips blush pink and plump. Her teeth shining white. And of course on her wrist was the silly excuse of a bracelet he had won for her. This was and always will precisely her, precisely Lydia.
At this thought Stiles nearly chokes, he ends up coughing a bit from his crying, and that cough turns into a scream. A blood curtailing scream that burns his throats and would alarm anyone who would hear it. But no one does hear it. The sound is lost between the walls of this hotel and the thick door and the sound of the shower water. Is blocked out by Scott's blasting music. Is pushed away by the pillow pressed over Lydia's head in the next room over as she tries to stop crying herself. Not even Allison who is tip toeing down the hall, hears this scream. Maybe he was not even screaming out loud at all, maybe it was all in his head, maybe non of this was real, it couldn't be. Alas, only the scream out loud is not real, everything else is quite existent. Lydia crying, Scott's music, and Allison's tip toeing.
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Scott, finally and tiredly, pulls the ear buds out of his ears. Without bothering to put on shoes, he shuffles by the bathroom door, where all he hears is the shower water. Scott walks to the door leading to the hallway and steps out effortlessly. He looks around and finds a girl standing at the end of the hall, waiting for an elevator. Her hair is messy, as if she had just gotten out of a restless sleep. She too is not wearing shoes and is dressed only in a giant tee shirt, oversized cardigan, and flannel pajama pants. All of this is too familiar to Scott. "Allison?" Scott calls out. The girl turns around, her arms crossed over her chest. Her lips form a slight 'o' shape. He walks towards her slowly.
"Scott, what are you doing up?" She asks. Scott shrugs.
"I could ask you the same thing Miss Argent," he says, trying to seem happy.
"Couldn't sleep, your turn," Allison states with a smirk.
"I've got a lot on my mind and needed a walk," Scott says. Allison smiles sweetly as the elevator dings and opens.
"Then lets take a walk," she tells him as she walks into the elevator. He follows her in. It gets silent after that. Allison glances at Scott who is oddly still. "Scott if you want the elevator to move you have to press a button. Where are we going?" Allison asks him, amused.
Scott takes a deep breath and turns to Allison. "I don't know Allison, where are we going?" Scott question her. Her smile falls.
"I have a feeling we aren't talking about the elevator anymore," she mumbles awkwardly. Scott closes his eyes and sighs loudly.
"You'd be correct to assume so. Now really, please tell me what's going on because right now I'm stumbling around blind. You break up with me right after graduation, and never talk to me. You call me twice and we talk for no more than five minutes in total, then I see you here for our friend's wedding and you act like everything is just dandy and then last night we kissed and I could not of been happier, then you say it's all wrong. What are we? Is this even real?" Scott rambles. Allison holds back tears. Just tell him! She screams to herself in her head.
"Scott I don't know okay. I broke up with you and I had a good reason." Scott forms a fist with his hand.
"What's your reason Allison? Because I could make you happy okay! We could be in love, fucking grow old together! Or if you would stop leading me on and giving me hope and just tell me the truth of why you don't want me, I could disappear completely okay? I could be long gone! So tell me, why can't we be together?" Scott demands an answer to his question. Allison begins to sob and pries the elevator door open. She covers her mouth with her hand, trying to hide her cries as she begins to walk quickly away. Scott walks after her. "Why can't you just tell me! Rip it off like a band aid! I can take it! God knows I've been taking it these past few months after you just cut off contact with me for no reason!"
Allison turns around quickly. "Why can't you just trust me!" She spits at him, her face soaked in her own tears. Scott is left in complete silence. "Just fucking trust me... like you used to."
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I'm The Father?(teen wolf au)
Fanfic(short story) Allison and Scott are always voted in high school that they will be together forever. But when Allison graduates and finds out she is pregnant at 18, she breaks it off with Scott also known as, the father. Lydia stays by Allison's side...
