Lydia shows up on her doorstep one day, arms crossed and lips pursed, with a very definitive look on her face, "We're going shopping." She says like it's been planned by the gods above and maybe it has. More and more lately Allison has considered Lydia something of the divine, because with all that happened with Scott (and all that didn't happen with Scott) she's begun questioning where her loyalties lie. With each passing day, with each passing minute, Lydia gets prettier and prettier.
"I actually-" Allison begins, more as a sign that she's not Lydia's lackey, but the strawberry blonde stops her with a raised hand. She's almost ashamed of how fast her mouth closes at the silent, but effective, command.
"You don't have anything better to do."
Allison would be offended, but it's true and there's a light in Lydia's eyes that tells her she's only being mean because she loves her. At least, that's what she tells herself as she mutters something about needing her bag and her keys. Lydia instantly tosses that idea aside, saying something about taking her car, and Allison flushes because, duh, she should have realized they would be taking Lydia's car. To escape the sad fact that she's being a total girl about another girl (not that that's a problem of course, just a new development) she runs off to get her bag and kiss her dad goodbye. He looks knowing, but doesn't say anything as she scampers back out in the hallway and through the front door.
"What do we need?" Lydia's car is small and the only way to avoid staring is to pick something to say, "I thought you already went clothes shopping?" But of course Lydia goes clothes shopping at least three times a week.
"I did." Lydia answers simply, "But I need some new dresses. And some new jeans." Lydia rarely wears jeans, but the ones she does are perfect for her. It used to be that Allison looked at her with jealously, but now she looks at her longingly. She wants to feel Lydia's mouth on hers, to know that she can feel it as many times as she wants.
"Oh."
"Do you need anything?" Lydia glances over at her, eyes mischievous as they pull into the mall parking lot, and Allison feels her cheeks heat up at the implication.
"No." She says as calmly as possible, "Not really."
"Are you sure?" Lydia asks with an odd look, "Because there's a lot we can get here."
"No," Allison tries to keep her breaths even, "Not really." She repeats, more to steady herself, and Lydia shrugs.
"Suit yourself." And with that she pushes open the car door, "Are you coming?" Allison scrambles to follow her, looking around the parking lot, at how empty it is, and wondering how she's going to go a whole three to four hours without blatantly ogling Lydia in the middle of a store, "Although, you're pretty obvious, you know."
"Obvious?" Allison stammers and Lydia pauses in the middle of the parking lot, lips quirking upwards in that way she has, and her brow raises like she's questioning Allison's mental capabilities.
"Obvious." She repeats, winks, and holds out a hand, "So, totally obvious."
Allison reaches out tentatively, links their fingers, and smiles, "Sorry."
"No need." Lydia tosses her hair, "You were never going to make the first move."
Allison would be offended, but as usual, it's the truth.