Based on a paulwes prompt (from Tumblr). I made some slight changes just to get the story going, but I'll remember to include everything else as the plot moves forward. This is my first proper Teen Wolf fic, so I'm sorry if the characters sound or act a bit OOC at times. Also, this is loosely based on a true story (*ahem*mine*ahem*), and I just hope you all like it!
Chapter 1
Allison woke up to a text.
S: Happy anniversary!
She rubbed her eyes before replying.
A: Stiles, it's five a.m
S: Because it's our five year anniversary!
S: Come on, I do this every year.
Allison smiled and shook her head.
A: How do you expect me to remember that if you keep waking me up in the middle of the night?
S: Actually, I'm in bright daylight over here.
Allison closed her eyes for a second; the sound of another text made her jump.
S: Ok, I'll let you go back to sleep now.
A: Hang on.
A: This is a big thing.
A: We should celebrate.
S: What do you have in mind?
A: Videochat at 5 today.
S: We're really committing to the 5 theme, aren't we?
S: Wait, is it your 5 or my 5?
Good point. Allison hadn't thought about the time difference.
A: My five.
Allison smiled again. He would love what she had in mind.
A: Don't be late!
Stiles tapped his fingers against the desk. Where was she?
Allison had made him be early, said hi, and then she disappeared! Stiles had been staring at Allison's room for five minutes already.
"Are you ready?" It was Allison's voice, but still no Allison herself.
"Yes!" Stiles wasn't sure if she had heard him. Was she already there? Maybe his screen had frozen.
No, there she was. Allison walked into her room with the biggest grin Stiles had ever seen. Stiles had no choice but to also grin when he saw she was carrying a cake covered in white frosting.
"Hey, what's that there?" Stiles asked with excitement.
Allison set the cake on her own desk. She answered his question as she rearranged her computer so Stiles could see both her and the cake.
"It's a carrot cake. Made it all by myself!"
"You made us a cake?" Stiles was touched; he couldn't believe she had done something like that. Except it wasn't that hard to believe since he already knew Allison was pretty amazing in every aspect.
"That's not all," she announced; she pulled something out of a drawer and waved it to the camera: candles.
"Okay, now I'm seriously gonna cry."
Allison laughed. She was sitting; she carefully poked the cake with five candles and lit them up with a lighter.
"I told you, this is big. We couldn't not do something special."
Stiles chuckled, and then he slowly realized, "Five years of being friends."
"Five years since we both got that friend request from each other."
They stared at each other through the screen. It still seemed like yesterday when they first met online.
Allison was the first to snap out of her thoughts.
"Okay, are you ready?"
"We're gonna blow the candles?"
"We are!"
"Okay! On three."
Allison giggled. "One…"
"Two…"
"Three!" They said in unison.
Stiles leaned forward towards the camera before puffing his cheeks and letting the air out while Allison blew all the candles.
They both cracked up. They both knew that whole scene had been ridiculous, and that anyone watching from the outside would've thought they were insane, and yet they didn't care, because this was their life. This was the friendship they had shared for the last five years.
Both their faces were red, their eyes full of tears, when they finally stopped laughing. Allison looked to the side and shook her head, slightly embarrassed.
"What?" Stiles asked.
"I just realized…I got you a plate." Allison waved the paper plate in front of the camera. She laughed again.
"Aww, that's sweet. Thank you!"
"I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't even cut the cake at all."
"Whoa, wait; hang on. You are not gonna let your all your hard work go to waste."
"But it's gonna be weird if you're not eating anything."
Stiles thought about that for a second. "My dad brought cupcakes. I can eat one of those!"
"Before dinner?"
Stiles shrugged. "He'll understand." He stood up, but before leaving, he leaned in and said, "I'll be right back!"
Allison sliced the cake as she waited for Stiles to come back. Luckily, that didn't take too long; Stiles was back before she could miss him.
"Did you get it?" she asked.
"I did."
"Where is it?"
"You haven't given me the cake!"
Allison chuckled. "What?"
"Give me my slice, Allison!"
Allison cut another piece of cake, and then stretched her arm, as if Stiles could really reach for the plate. As the plate faded out of view, Stiles slowly lift up his hands, revealing the vanilla cupcake.
This made Allison laugh again.
"Thanks, Ally!"
"You even got one with the cream cheese icing!"
"It's like it was meant to be."
They both sat in silence as they each took a bite of their own bake goods.
"How's the cake?" Stiles asked with his mouth still full.
Allison swallowed her cake before answering, "You tell me."
"It's delicious! Best cake ever!"
"No, but seriously," Allison said, "This is really good!"
"Now you're gonna have to bake me something when we—" Stiles stopped himself before he finished that sentence, but it was too late.
"Do you think it's weird?" She asked.
"What? Oh…wait, my screen froze. Hang on." Stiles shook his computer screen lightly as he waited for it to buffer. "Wave your hand." Allison did so. "Okay, we're good. What's weird?"
"That we haven't met. Is it weird?"
"I don't know." Stiles shrugged. "I mean, we met when we were twelve…well, you were twelve going on thirteen, but you know…"
"Yeah," Allison nodded.
"And then you and your parents moved to France, and…here we are."
"Here we are," she muttered.
"Hey, don't be sad. This is a happy day, remember? I've been friends with you for longer than I have been with Scott. That's huge!"
Allison gave him a little smile as she nodded. "You're right. No, you're right. I'm happy. I'm glad I know you."
Stiles smiled back at her. "I'm glad too."
They talked for the rest of the day. Even at dinner/breakfast, when Allison brought her laptop to the table and set it in front of her and her parents, and when Stiles and his dad ate in Stiles' room. They had been doing that for years, and not once had they ever run out of things to say.
"Oh my God," Allison said all of a sudden, "Is it really three in the morning?"
"I don't know; it's nine o'clock over here," Stiles replied.
"Very funny. I have to go to sleep."
Stiles didn't want to say goodbye. And he knew Allison didn't want to either, but there was nothing either of them could do.
"Yeah, okay," he said.
"I'll talk to you after school, okay? I promise."
Stiles nodded. "Sleep tight."
"You too." Allison waved goodbye; Stiles did the same, and then they both shut down their computers.
Stiles looked around his room, trying to figure out what he'd do to make the rest of the night go by faster.
Allison sighed. Stiles' slice of cake was still next to her computer. She stared at it for about a minute, wondering if she could continue to do this. Eventually, she took the plate to the kitchen, returned the slice to where the rest of the cake was, and put it away in the fridge. She went back to her room determined to get some sleep before she had to wake up for school, but as soon as she lied down, all she could think about was Stiles.
The next day, Stiles' phone buzzed. He was expecting it to be Scott, but when he saw it was a number he didn't recognize, he felt intrigued; worried even.
"Hello?" He said into the phone.
"Stiles, it's me!"
"Allison? What happened? Is everything alright?"
"Yes, yes, yes. I just couldn't wait to tell you!"
She sounded very excited, which made Stiles feel excited as well, although he had no idea what it was all about.
"What? Tell me!"
He heard Allison squealing into the phone.
"I'm coming over!" She announced.
"What?" He repeated.
"I'm coming over to meet you for the holidays!"
Stiles' mind could barely process what she was saying; he almost didn't believe she was actually saying it.
"Are you there?" Allison asked, "You didn't faint, did you?"
"Yes, no—I mean, I'm here, I'm just…Wow."
"I know, right?"
"Wait, where are you calling from?"
Stiles was perfectly aware of how expensive international calls were, which was the main reason why Allison and Stiles could never call each other over the phone.
"I'm at school, actually."
"They let you do that?"
"Yeah, not exactly; I actually snuck in while the assistant's making a coffee run."
Stiles shook his head; she was impossible.
"When are you coming?"
"Well, today is the last day before the Christmas' break, so my dad booked me for the first flight tomorrow morning."
"Wow, that's soon," he muttered.
It wasn't that he wasn't happy about it; it was just that he wouldn't have much time to wrap his brain around the thought of finally meeting Allison after five years of texts and videochats.
"Oh, gotta go," said Allison, "But I guess I'll see you soon!"
"Yeah, absolutely! Bye."
Allison hung up so quickly Stiles barely noticed when she was gone. Stiles knew exactly who to call next.
"Scott? Sorry to wake you up, buddy."
"Dude, you're never gonna believe what just happened…remember Allison?"
