The Drummer's Girl - A Scallison AU

Un-kisses, ATL, and Leaf Piles

If these sheets were the states and you were miles away

I'd fold them end over end to bring you closer to me

Because I don't sleep at all without you pressed up against me

If These Sheets Were the States, ATL

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When Allison woke up and looked out her window the next morning, it seemed to have become Fall overnight. She could've sworn that just yesterday the trees were green and leafy, and now they'd turned to infernos of red and yellow and orange.

She crossed her arms across her chest, shivering. Along with the gloriously colored trees, unfortunately, came the stale fall air that sent chills down her spine. Too bad that all her warm clothes were still packed away.

Allison slipped off her pajamas and tied her bathrobe around her waist before heading downstairs to the breakfast table, where her father sat sipping his coffee and her mother read the newspaper.

"Good morning," she smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Damn messy buns.

Mrs. Argent didn't look up from her paper, "Good morning, Allison."

Allison crossed over to the fridge, unshaded by her mothers hostility. Rooting through the shelves for the jug of orange juice, she received a text from Scott. It read, 'REHEARSAL AFTER SCHOOL. HELP ME WITH PHYSICS AFTER?'

She quickly replied that she could, and then filled up a glass with some Tropicana. Not bothering to fix herself a real breakfast, Allison then grabbed a bagel out of the breadbasket and took and big bite. Her mother drowned her.

"What?" Allison mumbled through a mouthful. She swallowed, and her phone buzzed with another text from Scott. After a few seconds of inner turmoil, she decided not to answer right away so she wouldn't sound desperate.

Thirty minutes later, Allison was dressed and ready for the day. Before exiting her room, she stopped for a sit second to fix her hair. The guys wouldn't care, but this 'Lydia Martin' girl probably would, if she was as put-together and Stiles made her up to be.

At school, Allison unloaded her unnecessary books into her locker along with her jacket, scarf, and hat. When she clicked her locker door shut, there stood Scott leaning against the metal surface.

In that moment, Allison leaned forward and kissed him. Scott willingly obliged and his heads found her waist, pressing her up against the locker, and her hands running through his short black hair. It seemed like the could've done this forever, stayed like this for an eternity.

Allison had never felt so much emotion towards someone, never felt so close to someone as she did to this boy who took her in - the new girl - so acceptingly.

Then she went back to reality. Allison really did want to kiss Scott. She wished she had the nerve to kiss Scott. But something in her gut was screaming not to, even though every other part of her screamed that she should. Heck, she wouldn't even allow herself to tell him how she really felt.

Allison blushed at Scott's stance by her locker and fidgeted with the strap of her tank top, "I found a song earlier today. It made me think of you," he said, smiling.

Allison turned a shade of crimson and tucked her curly hair back, "Oh really?" She tried to play it cool but in actuality her heart was pounding of her chest. She actually thought it was going to rip through her skin and plop onto the floor.

Scott nodded, "Yeah, it's totally awesome and it's got this great baseline written that I think would be perfect for you to play..."

Allison lost interest and Scott's voice faded out.