A/N: Okay so this takes place after Season 1 finale. Peters dead, Lydia's still in the hospital, Derek's alpha. Scott is out of town. Read summary :) R&R xox.

Jackson Whittemore stood on the edge of his lawn, his hands deep inside the pockets of his black leather jacket. He sucked in a breath of fresh air, before finally returning inside his nice cozy house. Everything felt weird, and off centered. Now that Lydia was in the hospital, Derek was somehow after Jackson, and Allison and Scott were all 'lovie-dovie' in her bed, Beacon Hills just wasn't the same, especially to Jackson. Stiles was the only person who seemed to stay the same. Jackson took a seat at the bottom of his staircase, interlaced his fingers together, and threw his head in his lap. Thoughts were processing and making the teen go insane. He couldn't sleep right, or even sleep at all. The night Jackson went to the Hale house was probably the last time Jackson had seen the Alpha.

Jackson chewed nervously on his lip and looked at his phone. A 'New Text' message popped up on his screen, as he slid his shaky finger across it. Before even looking at the message, Jackson ran up the wooden stairs, and jumped onto his bed, sinking his face into his pillow. He couldn't even touch his phone, not now anyways.

"Hey." A familiar voice said at Jackson's doorway. He didn't even hear his door open, which was odd.

Without turning over to see who the girl was, Jackson mumbled into his pillow, "Who is it?" It was bruff, but the girl could make out every word clearly.

Jackson could feel his bed shake, like someone sat down at the corner, facing him. A hand rested on his thigh, sending chills up his spine. "Allison."

Allison? Why was she here, in Jackson's room? On his bed? The blonde rolled onto his back, and propped himself up so he could face the brunette. "What are you doing here?" He tried to be polite, but everything Jackson said, seemed to make him even more of an ass.

"I-I just thought you could use some company. I'm sorry about Lydia." She said, resting her hands in her lap. Allison was sweet, and a caring girl. She loved to make people happy, but Jackson didn't get why. Why was she so nice to him?

Jackson rubbed the back of his neck, gently cocking his head at Allison's statement. "Um… You didn't have to. I mean… You know, I'll get over it." Jackson mentally punched himself in the gut.

Allison sucked in her bottom lip and released it slowly, dropping her head to look into her lap. "I-I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to." She stated, forming a small smile on her face.

Jackson contemplated on whether or not he wanted to express his real feelings at the moment. One part of him told him to tell Allison everything. Another part, it told him to just drop everything and have a casual conversation with the girl. He didn't know which one to choose, so he then let his instincts tell him what to do. "Well, thanks. It really means a lot." He softly chuckled, swinging his legs of the bed, and sitting right next to Allison.

She moved her chocolate brown gaze over to Jackson, and studied his looks a little more. He was cute, she had to admit. A part of Allison wanted to kiss him a couple of weeks ago, when he was being caring and wanted to get to know Allison better. When Scott and Allison broke up, Jackson was there to comfort her. To be honest, Allison loved to see that side of Jackson. It was a side that nobody has probably ever seen before. Jackson wasn't so much of an ass, he had a lot to get through in his life. Loosing everything he had before, it was hard on him. Jackson took all his anger out on Scott, he hated him. Deep down inside, Allison knew that Jackson wasn't a bad guy. She finally spoke, her voice nice and calming, "Scott's out of town, Lydia's in the hospital. I kind of need a friend to hang with. Are you in the mood?" She asked, biting the inside of her cheek.

Jackson nodded his head slowly, as he could feel the corners of his lips start to form into a smile. "Yeah… Yeah that sounds great." He admitted, getting of his bed, and heading towards his bedroom door. Allison really wanted to hang out with him? It was a lot to take in, since that was his enemies girlfriend.

Allison pushed herself off of Jackson's bed, and walked right next to him, fixing the pieces of messed up hair that sat on Jackson's head. She knew that Jackson liked his hair perfect, it was one thing Allison liked about him, he loved to be perfect. Even though she wouldn't admit it, she kind of did feel something with Jackson. "Sorry, it was bugging me." She giggled, giving Jackson a wink before running down the stairs. "I say that we go to the park, or the stream just a few streets down."

He adjusted the black leather jacket that lay on his body, and ran down the stairs after Allison. "The stream sounds fine." Jackson smiled brightly, running his fingers across the cold door knob before opening it.

Allison stuck her hands inside her own brown leather jacket, and nodded her head. The stream was a good idea. The last time Allison recalled going down to the stream, was when Scott took her there just a couple of weeks ago – Before she found out he was wolf; before her dad forbidden Allison to see him. She thought it was best to keep that on the down low, just until she figures everything out. Shaking the thoughts out of her mind, she watched Jackson shut the door, offering him a smile as he walked beside her.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this! Leave what you think in a comment, and don't forget to rate! Love you all 3 xox.