Unspoken-Stydia.

36

She swung the closet open. Bending down, she picked out an old dusty box. She blew air on it and brought it with her on her bed. Sitting down, she took the cover off and opened it. Her face softened. She stared at what's inside the box and exhaled. Reaching her hand in, she picked up a picture. It was a picture of her and Stiles.

Allison and Stiles.

The picture was taken some months ago. Probably a year. It was a picture taken back when they were still together and happy. She exhaled softly and looked back into the box. The whole box was filled with pictures with her and Stiles and some other stuff that would remind her of them. Yes. Allison loved Stiles. She still does but it just wasn't right being with him. She picked these out tonight because she didn't want to keep things that would remind her of Stiles. Their school year was already ending and she knew she didn't want to keep any of that bullshit with her during summer. If she was being honest to herself, Allison wanted to rip every picture of him there was and burn them to the ground.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Allison immediately put the pictures back and slid them under her bed. " It's open. "

The door opened and Allison's father, Chris Argent, stood by the doorway. Allison looked at her father and gave him a small smile before her father said,
" Allison. You got a visitor. "

Allison frowned and furrowed her eyebrows thinking who could be visiting her at this time of the day.

Scott showed up behind her father. He had this nervous look on his face. His hands in his pockets as he pressed his lips together and met Allison's eyes. Her face softened. " Scott. "

Chris shot Scott a look. Yeah, they know each other. Of course they do. After all, Allison did date Scott before and her relationship with Scott pretty much broke the code of the Argent family. After Scott stepped in her room, Chris left them both alone, luckily.

Allison stood up. " Scott, what are you doing here? What's going on? " she alerted. Lately at times like this, everyone she knew would only randomly visit her if something urgent was happening but that wasn't why Scott was there.

" Woah, relax. I came here to see you. " said Scott chuckling softly.

Allison just looked at him before Scott smiled at her and started walking further into her room. He still had his hands inside his pockets. Allison watched his every move curiously. Finally, he looked at her.

" Actually, I came here to see if you were okay. "
" Er, what concerns you? "
"I heard you and Stiles broke up."
Allison rolled her eyes and looked away from him. " Where'd you hear that from? "
" You know high school. Everyone always spread a bunch of rumors and soon, they turn out to be actual gossips. "
Allison squinted her eyes at him.
" So, are you okay? " he asked as he went over and sat next to her.
Allison huffed. " I'm fine. "
Scott kept looking at her.
"I heard you and Lydia broke up." Allison said out of the blue.
Scott cleared his throat. " Yep. "

Scott and Allison's conversation was pretty awkward and dry. They both felt this strange tension between them. Both of them drowning in this awkward silence as they waited for one of them to talk.

Finally, Scott spoke, " So, it's the last day of junior year tomorrow. What do you got planned for summer? "

Allison scoffed lightly and shook her head. " Scott, you know me. I'm not as wild and youthful as Malia. I guess I'm just gonna have to do my normal routine. "

" You mean climb up a tree and look for something to shoot with an arrow? " Scott asked smiling a bit.

Allison chuckled lightly. " There must be something else you're here for, Scott. Something besides trying to cheer me up. "