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Allison Reed is feeling extremely uncomfortable.
Surprisingly this discomfort has nothing to do with the fact that she is watching her boyfriend (who she hasn't seen in person for six months) perform Hairspray on Broadway, or the fact that she is slightly nervous (read: really fucking panicky) that said boyfriend might break up with her tonight.
No, her discomfort stems from the fact that altough his hair is slicked back, his outfit is unaturally stiff, and he is portraying a fairly racist, big-headed, obnoxious Baltimore douchebag who is in love with an overweight dancer, Toby fucking Martin is making her feel incredibly horny.
Maybe if he didn't send every goddamn wink and hip thrust towards her, she could survive. But he is (even though Lydia will later tell her she was imagining it) and so Allison Reed is in a crowded theater feeling turned on.
Like, a lot.
Not that Toby is abandoning his performance. To most he is clearly Link Larkin, a boy head over heels for Tracy Turnblad (who, Allison can't help but think bitchily, is very pale, and even if she is thin is probably very unattractive).
But she is very light on her feet. Allison's heart starts to sink. And her and Toby seem to work well together. She begins to wring her hands. And their acting is great, but what if it's not-
Lydia reaches over, stills her hands, and leaves a note, which Allison manages to read in the darkness, saying: Calm your tits, they're not fucking.
And Allison can't help but smile, even if it's only for a moment, because it's such a Lydia thing to say and she loves having her best friend within note throwing idistance.
She takes the pen from Lydia's hand and scribbles a reply: How do you know? and tosses it back. Even in this poor lighting she can see Lydia roll her eyes before writing back: Because he's Toby fucking Martin and he didn't do long distance for four years to screw it up over some pasty Broadway bitch and Allison can't help but smile, not at the pasty Broadway bitch comment (okay, maybe a little at it), but at the four years part.
In the beginning she had realised that high school relationships don't usually last, but, God, she wanted so badly for it to work, so after several teary weeks (for both parties) of attempted break-ups, even though they would be on opposite sides of the country, they agreed to give it a shot.
And what a shot they gave. They texted, skyped, and visited over breaks (several of these trips were from Lydia who claimed she could "feel the sexual tension from the other side of the country") yet Allison never felt like the clingy girlfriend with no other friends.
But now they were seeing each other for the first time after they've both graduated, Toby with his acting degree and Allison with her teaching license, and things are going to change. And that scares her. (And her nerves totally having nothing to do with the fact that she may have looked into teaching jobs in the area and found several options)
So preoccupied with her thoughts, Allison doesn't realize the first act is over until Lydia is pulling her up, demanding Allison accompany her to the concession stand.
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"I can't believe that was all they had for snacks"
The group is standing in the lobby listening to Lydia complain about the lack of adequate nourishment.
