Allison had been a complete wreck following her recent split with Scott. She's spent most of her days in one of Scott's shirts. Allison looked through their old photos and sighed as her finger rubbed over the picture.

"Allison?" Her mother lightly tapped on her door and her head shot up.

"Yeah?" Allison said softly, wiping some stray tears from her face. She sniffled.

"There's a boy named Stiles here for you…" her mother said, "Do you want me to let him in?"

Stiles? Allison wondered, why is he here?

"Okay, let him in…"

Stiles walked in slowly, rubbing his neck with one hand while the other was stuffed awkwardly in his pocket. Her mother closed the door.

"Hi" he said, smiling awkwardly.

"Hi" she replied, looking back down.

He sat on the end of her bed, and she crawled next to him, "What are you doing here?" she asked, "Shouldn't you be with your best friend?" her tone was a little harsh, and she immediately regretted it. It's not like it was his fault.

Stiles played with his hands, looking down, "I can't find him," he said, "I've been trying to find him for days…"

"Really?" Allison felt like her stomach dropped. He did break her heart, but she never stopped foolishly loving him, so she began to worry. Thoughts and scenarios went through her mind; was he dead? Was he attacked by an Alpha pack? Or did he just run away?

"Yeah, he left a note though," Stiles looked up, "It said that he was leaving Beacon Hills, needed to get away after the drama that happened. But I still tried to find him, just in case he hadn't left yet…"

"…And you found nothing…?"

"Bingo."

There was a brief silence.

"I guess I came here to ask if you were alright. After all, you're still my friend…"

Allison smiled at that, she had always liked Stiles; he was sweet, caring and totally self-less. But as time went by, she found herself doubting her relationship with Scott. Before they broke up, all they seemed to do is fight, and he became a little more aggressive and she never knew when he would spontaneously shift. Stiles once told her that she both helped and didn't help in the wolf thing. He told her that she could sometimes calm him down, but she could also make his heart rate increase—leading to a quick and bad shift. She quickly found herself wanting to spend more time with Stiles. She knew that he wouldn't change, and in a Scott shift situation, she knew he would protect her and get her away to calm his best friend down as much as he could without getting his or hers throat ripped out.

"Yeah," she croaked. She sniffled and he put his hand on her knee.

"Liar…" he said, the side of his mouth tugging into a smile. He looked at her for a moment, his head slightly tilted to the side, "He was such an idiot for letting you go…" he whispered, as if to himself.

Allison felt like she had been relinquished of all control of her body as she found herself leaning in, mouth slightly open. Her lips met his and he stood still for a moment. She thought that the kiss wasn't working, that he would let go and run out of the room in complete shame. But when she was about to let go, he went forward slightly, his arms wrapping around her waist.

Allison smiled into the kiss as her arms grabbed his neck. They followed a steady rhythm; he goes forward, she goes back, she goes forward, he goes back, and repeat.

Stiles lifted her up and laid her on the pillows. He started to kiss her neck, "He was such a freaking idiot…" he mumbled.

"Huh?" she asked shakily, trying to control her erratic breathing.

He lifted his head up and pressed his forehead to hers. He smiled, "Because he let you go…"

She giggled and brought him in closer into another heated kiss.