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   Relief crawls along his back, the edges of his mouth softening into something grateful and fond. The silent understanding bleeds tension from stiff, frigid shoulders, “—I’m okay, fine. Better, now.” Breathing seems easier, safer to yield to the warm air of the Argent household.

   It’s an invitation, he hopes, “Can I—can I join you or are you having a night in with your dad?”

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     Something melts in Scott and Allison can see it in the line of his shoulders, the creases of his face and something in her own chest loosens that she didn’t even realize was twisted there. The twitch at the corner of her lips spread into a soft smile when he admits that he’s better now and while she tries not to take it personally, Scott and better in the same sentence will never fail to relieve her.

     ”My Dad’s out of town.” She steps back, swinging the door open wider for Scott to step inside. “I ordered lo mein.”







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   Somewhere, relief graces the back curve of his skull. Before he dwindles over the thought, his throat clears demurely, “—nothing.”

   Square palms slick into his jacket’s pockets, the line of his shoulders stiff despite himself, “Nothing’s wrong, I mean. I actually don’t know why I’m here—” A faint curl of his mouth, uncertain, “I just had to come to see you. I had to check, make sure—” That you’re okay and alive. He doesn’t continue, pondering over words and ghosts of the dream he’d had.

                                                 He should have stayed home. 

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      A soft smile twitches over Allison’s lips, ears picking up on the words he doesn’t say.

      “I’m okay. Are you okay?” Because thankfully, one of them had the courage to ask, finally. Allison can’t count how many times she’s picked up her phone, thought about texting Scott and asking Are you okay? What are you doing? Do you feel it too?. It doesn’t surprise her that Scott works up the guts first.

                 ”…I ordered Chinese.”



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   The door stalls him, impedes his knuckles from extruding pressure on the wood.  Maybe, it’s a fool’s paath; maybe, he should turn and slink away. A churn of uncertainty has him counting, breathing slow—one, two, three.

       (The crawling beneath his flesh still taunts him but it’s more of a hum, white noise; the house bringing its own penchant for wavering his bravery.)

   Before he allows limbs to move away, knuckles rap onto the wood and Scott’s left wondering, lost in his inner debate. This was a bad idea, he thinks. She probably doesn’t want to see you, why are you even here? 

                                                 He waits, anyways.

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     Allison should probably look through the peephole before she opens the door but she’s waiting for Chinese. Her father’s out of town, his first trip away since everything went back to “normal” and left to her own devices, Allison just can’t see the point in cooking.

         The door swings open and she leans back, a little surprised. There’s a spike of fear in her chest because…why is Scott here unannounced?

     ”Scott? What’s wrong?”





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            His eyes widened as the items in her hand commenced to fall to the ground. The expression on his features made it obvious that he was amused despite the fact that it wasn’t his intention. Although, that may just of been, because he could hear how her heartbeat picked up from being surprised. He almost didn’t realize that the items she dropped were sprawling across the hallway. Dark hues flickered down the tile floor before bending down to pick up her things.

                      ” Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. ” He added whilst tugging the strap of his bag up his shoulder. ” So…how’ve you been? ”

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          “No, no, it’s okay!” Allison laughs, kneeling down to help Scott pick up her things. There’s no rhyme or reason to the way she drops them in her bag, having long ago given up on any sort of organization, at least for the day. She’s just too tired for all of it.

          After standing up and chasing down a worksheet for chemistry, she returns to her locker and picks up her bag, sticking the rest of her things inside. “I’ve been…alright.” How else can she say it?



I’M ABOUT TO HEAD TO BED BUT I’LL WRITE UP A STARTER TOMORROW IF THAT’S OKAY

yeS OKAY THAT WORKS TOO.



I LOVE YOU TOO I’LL GET IN YOU ON YOU UNDER YOU [i mean what]

LET’S DO IT. RIGHT NOW.



/sobs yes let me love you it’s been so long

gOD YES I KNOW I LOVE YOU GET IN ME