Co-Captain, Part VIII

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"What do we do?" Scott asks me. I widen my eyes, giving him an I don't know look. We both hurry back up the stairs to where Allison is waiting on Scott's bed.

"I have to go, but if - if you just stay, I swear, I'll be right back," Scott assures Allison, running around his room. "Emerson's gonna keep you company until I get back -"

"Emerson's gonna what?" I say.

"Emerson's gonna stay," Scott repeats. I don't argue. "I just - I just have to, um ... um ... I wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't totally, i-incredibly important."

"It's all right," Allison says quietly. She lowers her head sadly.

"No. No, no." Scott hurries over to her. "I wanna talk to you. There's actually nothing I want to do more right now. Can you please stay? Please? I'll be right back, and Em's gonna be here the whole time."

Allison nods.

"Thank you," my brother whispers.

I watch him run out of the room and hear his footsteps dashing down the hall.

"Where does he have to go?" Allison asks me.

"Stiles has an emergency," I lie. "Scott's his best friend, you know, and it's a guy thing, so I can't help ..."

"What kind of a guy thing?" Allison crinkles her forehead at me.

"Just ... a guy thing," I try.

"Ah! I feel like everyone is keeping something from me!" Allison cries in frustration, burying her face in her hands.

"I'm sorry, I just - it's Stiles' thing to tell not mine," I apologize. "I'm sorry."

"No, it's fine." Allison shakes it off. I feel the guilt creeping in.

"You don't have to pretend like it's fine," I tell her. "You can be mad at me, and you can be mad at Scott. You're allowed to be."

"I'm not - I'm not mad." Her shoulders slump in defeat. "I'm just ... confused."

"You can finish telling me what you wanted to tell us," I offer. "If that helps any."

"No." She shakes her head. "I want to tell you both at the same time. Scott said he'd be right back."

I stare at my feet. Scott's not going to be right back, and I know it. But I sit with Allison, and we chat about other things while I pretend that my brother's going to come walking through his door at any moment.

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