The Drummer's Girl - A Scallison AU

Muffins and Music

Well you had me from hello

I felt love start to grow

The moment I looked into your eyes you won me

It was over from the start you completely stole my heart

~You Had Me at Hello, Kenny Chesney

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"Did you hear we're getting a new girl?" Stiles jogged up behind his best friend Scott and asked. In all his excitement, he nearly knocked Scott over. He was very uncoordinated.

Scott wrinkled his brow, "Yeah? So?"

"New girls equal potential girlfriends," Stiles explained, grinning ear to ear.

"Shut up, dumbass, I've heard she, like, competes in cello-playing competitions or some shit. And wins," retorted Scott, clearly unimpressed. Some nerdy instrumentalist girl would be no girlfriend of his. Or Stiles, for the matter. They played rock music. Good rock music. And they thought any other form of music was a waste of time. Especially classical music that Stiles' dad probably listened to in his office at work. Or Beethoven pieces that Scott's grandmother somehow found 'cultured.'

Stiles's face fell, "Oh."

Scott sighed heavily, "Yeah. Which sucks. I'm still waiting for the girls around here to wake up and see the jocks are idiots, and realize that us musicians are much hotter."

"True," answered Stiles, "I bet no football player would write a killer song for Lydia Martin."

"She doesn't need one to. You already have, like a million times," Scott teased, elbowing Stiles playfully.
Stile shook his head, "She'll love me one day, I swear it."

"In your dreams."

.................

"Scott?" called Melissa McCall from the McCall's basically untouched kitchen. His mother was rarely home, and Scott could probably find a way to screw up making a simple PB&J.

Scott tumbled down the stairs, and strode into the kitchen, "Yup?" Melissa began fiddling with a basket, fluffing the crinkly tissue paper and reorganizing the muffins and organic cheeses inside. Scott spotted a bottle of wine in there and made a mental note to snag it when he could. Scott cleared his throat when his mom didn't look up from her work, "What's the basket for?"

"New neighbors," Melissa replied absentmindedly, "Would you mind taking it over?"

Scott immediately protested, "Mom, the guys are coming over to rehearse any minute now," but Melissa waved her hand, and he knew resistance was futile.

So Scott set off across the lawn, muffin basket in hand. He passed the garage was right on the property line between his neighbor's house, where his band rehearsed, and heard a few piano chords. He couldn't hear Stiles's low melodic voice, so he guessed he wasn't there yet, which was unusual. The kid was just too damn excited.

Once he reached the front door, Scott rang the bell, which he could hear echo through the large house. The door opened with a whoosh of air, and a woman with a short, pixie-cut hairstyle stood infront of him.

And dear God was she intimidating. The middle-aged redhead had a stoney glare on her face, "Who are you?" she demanded.

"I'm, uh, the neighbor..Scott McCa-"

"-What's this?" she snatched up the gift basket, looking through the contents, and eventually producing the bottle of wine, "I don't drink. No one in the house drinks."