The Drummer's Girl - A Scallison AU

Pa Rum Pum Pum Pum

I played my drum for Him, pa rum pa pum pum

I played my best for Him, pa rum pa pum pum,

Then He smiled at me, pa rum pa pum pum

Me and my drum

The Little Drummer Boy, Classic Christmas Songs

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Autumn froze over into winter and snow covered all remnants of fallen leaves and flower petals. Tree branches stuck out like spindly skeletal arms, dressed all in lacy white. Wreathes were hung in every doorway, candles shone in every window, and through each windowpane, a Christmas tree was visible, glistening with colorful lights and covered in ornaments.

The ground was caked in a layer of snow, and much more was to be expected overnight. It was the 24th December. Allison had spent the last few weeks trying to make up a Christmas list, but could think of nothing. All she wanted was the Drummer, but he was the only thing she couldn't have. No amount of shiny bows or stacks of presents would suffice.

Once again, Allison found herself staring out the window at the beautiful picture that nature had painted her. Nose pressed against the window, frost bit at her pale skin, but she didn't mind.

A scattering of snowflakes danced down like feathers, and a gust of wind created magnificent patterns in the white layers on the ground.

In the middle of all the white tranquility sat the McCall's metal garage. The warm light coming from within glowed like a fire in the snow. Which was scientifically impossible, but that didn't matter.

Every now and then, she'd catch a glimpse at him, at Scott McCall. She'd been too embarrassed to go rehearse with him today, even though every part of her wanted to. They'd been together since the library, but not alone. She wasn't sure if she could trust herself.

She'd see him soon enough, though, Allison consoled herself. The band was scheduled to practice in an hour, and Allison wasn't going to miss it for the world. The band members had exchanged names for a Secret Santa, but Allison had cheated to get Scott's name, and she couldn't wait to give it to him.

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Scott sat at his kitchen table, twirling a drum stick in his hand and talking to Stiles on the phone. "So who'd you get for Secret Santa?" he asked his friend.

He could tell that Stiles was preoccupied, he always was, so it took the boy a minute to answer,"Oh, uh, I got Danny. What about you?"

Scott was glad that Stiles wasn't there to see him blush and shift his weight uncomfortably. He stopped twirling his drumstick. "Allison," he said casually. He felt bad rigging the drawing, but he had the perfect idea for Allison's gift. The boy couldn't help himself, she was enchanting.

"Your new best friend," teased Stiles, "Actually, Lydia's best friend. Speaking of which, do you think she could-"

"She would if you'd ask," replied Scott, already knowing that his friend wanted Allison to talk him up to her fiery haired partner in crime. "But I'll see you later, yeah?"

"Totally. Bye, man."

Scott sighed and relaxed back down in his seat. It was at that moment that Melissa entered the kitchen, "Hey, Scott."

"Hi, Mom," grinned Scott. He and his mom were very close since his father left them. His father was an alcoholic. Scott hated his father. Scott didn't even remember his father.

"It's Christmas Eve, kiddo. Aren't you exchanging gifts with your friends?"

Scott nodded, "I pulled Allison's name this year."