Multi-Fandom One-Shots Part 2

1. Pas de Deux - Stydia (Teen Wolf)

A: Intrada

In hindsight, it really was all Allison's fault.

"Please," Allison begged, rooting through her closet. She picked out a top and held it out for Lydia to judge. Lydia looked up from the pointe shoe in her lap, frowning at the top.

"Don't wear that. And for the last time, no."

"Come on, Lydia, you haven't been out in weeks."

"Yes, because I have dance," Lydia insisted, jabbing the needle back into the shoe in her lap, resewing the ribbon that had come undone in rehearsal today.

Allison rolled her eyes, picking out another top. Lydia didn't even let her start her sentence before she cut her best friend off.

"I cannot go out, Allison, I have rehearsal in the morning," Lydia told her. "And for the record, when I agreed to help you pick out an outfit, I wasn't agreeing to letting you badger me into going out with you guys tonight."

Allison threw the top she was holding onto her bed, and it landed in a crumpled heap in front of Lydia's crossed legs. Lydia delicately picked it up, examining it, before shaking her head again.

"Come on, Allison, I know you have better clothes than this."

Allison turned to Lydia, empty handed, pouting her lip and batting her big brown eyes at her best friend innocently.

"No," Lydia said immediately, looking away from her friend.

"Please!" Allison exclaimed, flopping down on the bed next to Lydia. "You're so stressed about dance, you need a night out to relax."

Lydia squinted at her friend, tilting her head. "Somehow, I can't see myself getting promoted to second soloist if I show up for company rehearsal hung over."

"Lydia," Allison said, sitting up. "Please come out." Her friend hesitated, before adding, "Scott's gonna be there."

Lydia laughed. "Oh, so that's why you want me to come out. So I can meet the boyfriend."

Allison blushed, trying not to smile. "He's not my boyfriend."

"Not yet," Lydia added. Allison had met this guy at a frat party a few weeks ago, and she was smitten, however much she tried to deny it. Lydia hadn't seen her best friend so happy and giggly about a guy ever.

Lydia sighed. The rational part of her brain, the side that planned and practiced and generally won her internal arguments, knew that she shouldn't go out. She had rehearsal tomorrow morning, and she had promised to help Malia study for her calc exam on Monday, and if she was ever going to be promoted from a corps dancer, she had to work harder.

But the other side of her brain agreed with Allison- one night wouldn't kill her, and she was stressed- plus, the last time she'd actually gone out with Allison and Malia and Kira had probably been the first week of their semester, almost a month ago. And she did want to meet Allison's not-boyfriend. Considering how much Allison seemed to like him, Lydia felt it was within her best-friend duties to threaten this boy about breaking Allison's heart.

Lydia sighed, and Allison hugged her knees, her smile widening. Lydia could see Allison knew she had won, and Lydia hated it.

"Fine," Lydia relented, and Allison practically squealed, jumping off the bed. "But I can't stay out late, Allison. I have rehearsal at ten."

"That's fine," Allison said, still grinning, rooting through her closet again. She pulled out another hanger.

"Mmm. Yes," Lydia agreed, nodding. "That jacket is absolutely killer."