Teen Wolf Imagines

Chasing After You (Allison Argent)

In order to drive safely on the streets of Beacon Hills, you need to keep your eyes firmly on the road. There is no way you can maintain control of your car unless your focus is wholly on the cars ahead of you, instead of flickering back and back again to the girl sitting next to you. She's sprawled against the window, somehow making a total collapse of limbs look like it's a comfortable slouch. Her dark hair flashes with the early morning sun, but you wouldn't know that, because you're not looking. Right.

Allison Argent raises an eyebrow at you. "Can you believe we're actually going to be the new kids at a school again? Feels like we've moved a thousand times." You can't help a quiet laugh at this, firmly redirecting your eyes to the striped median once more. "I know. I think I've heard my dad's 'This is the best thing for my business' talk about a hundred times." Allison groans, sitting up in her seat to stare morosely out of the front windshield.

"At least I've got you. Imagine being completely and utterly alone in a new school." She leans forward, looping an arm around your shoulders. "That's why we're best friends, right? So you'll go with me to all the new schools." You roll your eyes. "We're best friends because our dads work together, and that's why we've got all the new schools to deal with." Allison nods, conceding this, then glances back at the view ahead of you.

"What do you think this one will be like? Good or not good?" You shrug, considering the parking lot just one turn ahead of you. "It looks good to me. What about you?" Allison elegantly lifts a shoulder, reaching behind her for her backpack. "If you think it's good, it's good to me too. I've known you for years, I think I can trust your first impressions." You can't help but smile as you pull into a parking spot. "I'd hope so. If you didn't trust me after all this time, I think we'd have problems."

Allison goes to answer you, but hesitates as her phone vibrates in her pocket. She digs it out, cursing softly as she sees the caller id. "My mom's calling again. Honestly, I saw her half an hour ago. I think calling already is a little unnecessary." You laugh, stepping out of the car to breathe in the morning sunshine. Maybe it'll brighten your blood, liven up the day. You always feel like you need a shot of confidence whenever you start at a new school, even when you've got Allison beside you.

"She's just watching out for you. It's kind of cute." Allison makes a face, pausing to turn to you before she answers the call. "You can go ahead without me. I don't know how long this is going to take." You stare at her incredulously. "As if! You really think I'm going in there alone? I don't care if we're both late, I'm not letting you abandon me like this." Allison smiles, and for a second you think you can see the very same sunshine woven into her entire being, like she's a being for the sunbeams and the sunbeams alone.

Allison's focus shifts away from you as she answers the call, giving you time to sit down on a bench a few feet away. After a few seconds, Allison sits down next to you. With anyone else, she'd probably walk away for privacy or a shy want to not be overhead. However, Allison has known you since you were barely four feet tall, two little girls with striped sundresses and tiny sandals. She'd follow you anywhere, and she's said so before herself.

The only problem with this sentiment is that she only lets her walls down around you because she views you as the childhood best friend, the girl she can trust with her crushes and never see the way your smile slips slightly with every one. You're not sure when you realized you didn't just want to help her pick out clothes for a date but be the one to take her on one too, just that you can't go back to only seeing her as a friend if you tried. She's the one you've known for the longest, the one who knows all your secrets and would never judge you for a second. The thought of letting anyone else get that close to you seems unnatural.

Yes, the only one you'd ever truly fall for is Allison. That's why it hurts even more when she refers to you as her best friend to football players with the same starstruck look in their eyes that you feel whenever she loops her arm around your waist, or lists off her celebrity crushes when you can't help but notice that none of them are remotely like you. Allison is perfect, that's the problem- a smile that could light up the stars, the brightest heart you've seen in anybody, straight in not just As. She's the sun, you're the first few hours of night. She'd never look for you in the way that matters most.