The Drummer's Girl - A Scallison AU

Girl Next Door

She's falling

Doesn't even know it yet

Having no regrets is all that she really wants

Night Changes, One Direction

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Allison took another peek out the window at Scott in his garage.

Okay, that sounded creepy out of context, but it was honestly what she was doing.

Allison's window looked out over Scott's garage, where he sat playing the drums. She coudn't help but snatch a few glances at him smashing away at his drumset, he played with such power, but also with such grace. Not to mention the fact that he was just downright attractive. She had to admit, Allison wasn't one to pretend not to notice things, her new neighboy was a badass. And she literally was the girl next door.

It's nothing, she told herself, This is nothing. He's just a guy, and you're just some girl. In a band. It's nothing.

It didn't feel like nothing to her, the way they so willingly took her in, a stray cello player practically off the street, considering Stiles actually brought her in from her walk to the mailbox.

But it was nothing, she decided. And besides, Allison was way too excited about being in a rock band to even properly digest Scott's looks. She'd always listened to her parents, except when she listened to good music, and this whole band thing was practically her first act of rebellion since...

She had to get out more often.

Allison crossed over her room to her closet, where a black bass guitar lay hidden. The guys had given it to her to practice with, and she was just itching to lay out a couple tunes. If only her parents would just leave the house, so she could play something that wasn't classical. She allowed her fingers to slide over the four silver strings, making scratchy sliding sounds. She gave one a tentative pluck.

Allison grinned and sat back down on her bed, balancing her MacBook expertly on her knee. Excitedly, her fingers practically subconsciously opened Google and typed in a search.

Six Feet Under the Stars, All Time Low.

Allison beamed. She couldn't wait to learn it and impress the guys tomorrow.
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Meanwhile, only about 20 yards away, Scott sat in his garage, his thoughts clouded by one thing and one thing only - that girl. That cello girl. He couldn't concentrate on his music, the thought of her was so distracting.

He twirled his drumstick in his hand. That girl..Allison, yeah, Allison sure was something. In his eyes, Lydia Martin was nothing compared to this beautiful creature. So graceful on the outside, yet with such an edge within.

But Scott knew his feelings towards Allison had to be squashed if she was in the band. They'd already lost one bass player to a break-up, and if it happened again, they'd never get their feet off the ground.

There was a knock on the metal frame of the door and Scott looked up.

It was Stiles, who else?

"Hey," said the wiry boy, slinking over to where Scott sat, "I hope you're not mad at me...about bringing Allison here, I mean."

Scott shook his head, looking at the ground, "Nah, I'm not mad." He twirled his drumstick, "Okay, I was at first, but now I'm not because she's not a total buttoned-up loser and we need a bassist," he rambled.