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{takes place post-S3}
It was silly, it was stupid...it was hugely comforting and exactly what they needed.
Allison marveled at how chagrined and grateful she could be at the same time where Lydia was concerned: she was right far too much to be allowed, and she was always right about the most...oddly necessary things. Dresses for prom, whether or not to have a party, the right thing to say to a guy, and yes: the need for a sleepover.
And it was perfect. From the moment Allison had shown up at Lydia's place to right now, where she was standing beside Lydia in her bathroom, washing her face after the hour they'd spent going over makeup palettes for the coming school week. It was silly and inane, and it was also haphazard and comforting to have no other goal than fun, relaxation...bonding. For obvious reasons, they'd foregone scary movies and even chick flicks because neither one of them felt like crying (and Allison didn't need anything to remind her of her own romantic troubles), but makeovers still made the itinerary, as did junk food, idle gossip, and even a game of Mad Libs Lydia had dredged up from somewhere. According to her, it beat the hell out of "Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board" or a Ouija board.
By about eleven thirty, however, they were more or less out of things to do, and neither one of them was tired.
Emerging from the bathroom once they were done washing their faces, she watched Lydia drape herself theatrically over the foot of her bed, managing to look lazy and flawlessly put together and completely beautiful as usual with her strawberry hair splayed out behind her and her short, gauzy nightgown and all the dangerous curves Allison would never have. She felt the same brief, wistful pang of jealousy she always did as she walked over to climb onto the bed herself, far less elegant and sultry in a pair of panties and an oversized flannel sleep shirt that fell to mid-thigh. Sitting cross-legged in the middle, she watched Lydia for a few moments before sighing impatiently.
"You know, it's okay if you want to...watch a romantic movie or something." Allison finally huffed, flopping back on the bed. "You don't have to tiptoe around me because you and Aiden are having a good time and I'm...probably going to end up joining a convent or something. A...supernatural hunter's convent or something. Where I don't have to worry about werewolves being in love with me."
It was silly, it was stupid...it was hugely comforting and exactly what they needed.
Allison marveled at how chagrined and grateful she could be at the same time where Lydia was concerned: she was right far too much to be allowed, and she was always right about the most...oddly necessary things. Dresses for prom, whether or not to have a party, the right thing to say to a guy, and yes: the need for a sleepover.
And it was perfect. From the moment Allison had shown up at Lydia's place to right now, where she was standing beside Lydia in her bathroom, washing her face after the hour they'd spent going over makeup palettes for the coming school week. It was silly and inane, and it was also haphazard and comforting to have no other goal than fun, relaxation...bonding. For obvious reasons, they'd foregone scary movies and even chick flicks because neither one of them felt like crying (and Allison didn't need anything to remind her of her own romantic troubles), but makeovers still made the itinerary, as did junk food, idle gossip, and even a game of Mad Libs Lydia had dredged up from somewhere. According to her, it beat the hell out of "Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board" or a Ouija board.
By about eleven thirty, however, they were more or less out of things to do, and neither one of them was tired.
Emerging from the bathroom once they were done washing their faces, she watched Lydia drape herself theatrically over the foot of her bed, managing to look lazy and flawlessly put together and completely beautiful as usual with her strawberry hair splayed out behind her and her short, gauzy nightgown and all the dangerous curves Allison would never have. She felt the same brief, wistful pang of jealousy she always did as she walked over to climb onto the bed herself, far less elegant and sultry in a pair of panties and an oversized flannel sleep shirt that fell to mid-thigh. Sitting cross-legged in the middle, she watched Lydia for a few moments before sighing impatiently.
"You know, it's okay if you want to...watch a romantic movie or something." Allison finally huffed, flopping back on the bed. "You don't have to tiptoe around me because you and Aiden are having a good time and I'm...probably going to end up joining a convent or something. A...supernatural hunter's convent or something. Where I don't have to worry about werewolves being in love with me."
