allison argent made her own code (![]() ![]() @ 2014-07-11 00:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !teen wolf, *log, allison argent, scott mccall |
Who: Allison and Scott
What: Hanging out, possible door hopping, you know, the usual
Where: Scott's house
When: Recently
Warnings: None right now
Allison missed Lydia. She missed her family. And she had been contemplating avoiding Scott to avoid asking him anything he knew about her demise. And she was trying really hard not to think about that. If there was anything that she was not good at it was stewing in silence and trying to ignore things simultaneously. She'd tried going for a walk, she'd tried going for a run, she found that at least when she'd been plagued by nightmares at least she had something to focus on. But with no Lydia, no sign of Stiles, and not enough time spent with anyone, it was definitely time to go see Scott.
She didn't want to scold him anymore, she tried to understand why no one had told her. And she thought she might have made the same decision as well. Maybe. She couldn't know. But she did hate that it had been Peter Hale of all people who had spilled the beans. But no one could have anticipated that and Allison was trying very hard to be sensible about it all. She didn't want to sour what could be a nice day, a well deserved nice day. And she still had to tell him about Spider-Man.
So when she pulled up in front of Scott's house she looked at herself in the rear view mirror and wondered if she should have called. She didn't quite know if they were still in the "drop by whenever you want" phase of things or if that went the same way as their initial try at a relationship. She found she didn't care much what the rules were once she thought about it. They were stuck here alone and this was the best it was going to be, and as far as she was concerned it was still pretty good.
So she locked her car, walked up the steps to his front door and knocked. And hoped he wasn't busy. Or with a girl. And suddenly her mind began to race. She was her own worst enemy most days. Sigh. She smiled anyway when she heard footsteps approaching.