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Scott and Stiles lay sideways on Scott’s bed, the same as any other school night after doing whatever homework they actually planned on getting done that day, but before they wanted Mama McCall to know that they weren’t actively doing homework. But this time felt different.
This time, Scott was listening to Stiles pine over Lydia with half an ear, and mostly was just thinking about Allison.
“It’s like, the first time I saw her, I knew instantly that I was going to fall in love,” Stiles said, gesturing angrily at the ceiling.
“Yeah,” Scott said, sighing.
Stiles immediately sat up and snapped in Scott’s face, pulling him out of his reverie. “Hey, Scott, is that you? You never actually listen to me when I’m doing this, but usually you at least pretend a bit better than this.”
Scott couldn’t decide how to take that, so for the sake of friendship he let it go. “It’s… Allison.”
“The new girl? The one Lydia decided is her new best friend?” Stiles’s eyes went wide. “I have an idea.
Scott sat up, shaking his head immediately.
“No, no, no. Your plans always end up failing catastrophically.”
“Wow, Scott. Stiles clutched his chest in mock pain. “That hurts. At least once, my plan has only failed partway. Lydia and I went to the zoo.”
“Yeah, and she spent the entire time talking to Jackson on the phone,” Scott said.
“Details. We were alone. Anyway, Jackson is out of the picture, and this plan is gonna have the ol’ McCall charm, too.”
“Oh, no.”
“Double date.”
“Oh, no .”
“Double date?” Allison tucked her hair behind her ear, smiling and blushing.
“Yeah. You, Lydia, me, and Stiles. It’ll… be a blast?” Scott said, trying his most winning smile, and hoping he was pulling it off. And trying not to just feel like Stiles’s puppet.
But if they managed to pull this off…
Allison closed her locker, threw her book bag over her shoulder, and smiled sweetly. “It’s a date. Tonight? I know Lydia has been trying to drag me to an Italian restaurant -- I’ll get the details from her and text you, it’ll be perfect.”
Scott couldn’t quite believe his luck as she walked away and Stiles (who he honestly should have just assumed would be listening in, regardless of what his school schedule said) clapped both his shoulders and pulled him close to his chest for a tight hug from behind.
Something felt off, but Scott couldn’t quite put his finger on it. The full moon was two weeks away, the latest threat had been dealt with…
He attributed it to frankly just feeling paranoid and finished the school day unable to wipe the happy grin from his face.
Scott wasn’t quite sure how the seating arrangements had worked out this way -- he had assumed, he thought naturally, that he would be sitting with Allison on one bench, and that Lydia would be sitting next to (and, realistically, probably as far away as humanly possible while on the same bench as) Stiles.
Instead, Scott was keenly aware of how close Allison and Lydia were sitting, and as if to mirror them, how close Stiles was to just sitting in Scott’s lap.
“Thanks for the suggestion, guys,” Lydia said, in a tone that left Scott completely unsure about how sarcastic she was.
“Yeah,” Allison said, putting her arm around Lydia’s shoulder and pulling her into her side. “I honestly didn’t even realize.”
“I always suspected, though,” Lydia said, a slightly smug smile on her face. “So how long have you two been together?”
Scott could feel himself staring, caught completely off-guard.
Allison and Lydia were--
And they thought Scott and Stiles were--
Suddenly, Stiles’s arm had snaked its way around Scott to rest on his shoulder, and Scott instinctively leaned in. He was suddenly very aware of the heat of Stiles’s chest pressed against his arm.
“Not too long, really,” Stiles said. His voice sounded amazingly calm for the drumline his heart was practicing. Scott forced himself to smile, worried that they would notice the beads of sweat forming.
“I always knew you two would end up together -- but Stiles, you almost had me convinced. I take it you’re both closeted, then. Well--” She continued without giving the boys a chance to process what she was saying and blurt out a response, “--I suggested out here because I know the owner, and not a single employee goes to Beacon Hills, and we’re far too far out for any of our classmates to walk in.”
Scott could barely focus on what Lydia was saying as he felt Stiles absent-mindedly reach up and start playing with his hair.
“So,” Lydia continued, a look of contentment on her face, “Your secret is safe with us.”
Allison leaned in to peck Lydia on the lips, and without thinking, Scott leaned in to mirror it, only quite realizing what he was doing as their lips began to touch, and by that point he was practically committed to it.
What surprised Scott the most, though, was that it didn’t feel nearly as wrong as he would have expected. He pinned it down to the fact that he was thinking about Allison when he did it, so Stiles’s surprisingly soft lips were just a stand-in for the real thing until they could figure out how to get out of the hole they were digging underneath themselves.