Apprehension ➵ Allison Argent (6)

Seventeen

Allison's POV:

Scott and I watch as Lydia hesitantly pushes the car key into the ignition and turns it, but the engine sputters in response.

She continued this for a few moments until she tried to press on the gas a few times, causing Scott to place a hand on her shoulder from the backseat.

"Don't flood it." He warned.

"Do you even know what that means?" Lydia whispered.

Scott opens his mouth to speak before sinking in his spot. "Not really."

"Just try again." I gently say, gesturing to the wheel.

She nods, exhaling through her nose before she twisted the key once more. Instantly the jeep revs to life, the headlights switching on and lighting up the lot in front of us.

"Woah." I whisper as Scott and Lydia chuckle in amazement, feeling his hand on my shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. "Now what?"

The speaker from the police radio crackles to life once more, causing us to jump at the sudden sound.

Scott reaches forward to shut it off until a muffled sound spoke through, causing me to grab his arm.

"Hello?"

"Wait, wait, wait." I quickly say, recognizing the tone.

"Is anyone there? Can anyone hear us?" A different voice, this time being a feminine one jumped in which causes my eyes to widen in realization. "Please."

This is the voice I've been hearing.

I quickly reach down for the walkie-talkie attached to the radio, bringing it close to my lips as I pressed down on the button. "It's me, Allison." I hesitantly say, glancing between Lydia and Scott who gestured for me to continue. "Is this Stiles or...Liv?"

Scott leaned forward as well. "Are you there?"

"Oh thank god. Allison, I'm--" The girl eagerly spoke along with something scuffling in the background. "Ow--Stiles!"

"Stiles is there too?" Lydia whispered, leaning close as well.

"Allison? Scott? Lydia? Is that you guys?" Stiles exclaimed, sounding close to tears. "Olivia and I are here! And so is Phoebe's father!"

Olivia...Liv? Her voice sounded exactly like the flashbacks. This had to be her!

I look down at my bracelet, seeing the initials ORF-J and coup carved on the heart charm.

"We can hear you!" Lydia exclaimed, tears spilling from her eyes. "We can hear you."

"You know me? Allison, do you remember me?" The girl spoke up.

"I-I, well--most of the stuff is a bit blank but..." I glance down at the bracelet in my hands. "You're Olivia?"

"Peter gave you the bracelet, right?" My eyes widen at the question. "The initials are my name and yours. Coup de Foudre. Do you remember why you gave it to me?"

The question alone caused my eyes to widen in remembrance, the memory suddenly flooding in like a movie. The warmth of her presence, the twinkle in her eyes from the moonlight, a night filled with laughter over the picnic. The cold breeze hit us but a single flame in the palm of her hand kept us warm.

It was special.

"Allison?" Scott broke me out of my thoughts, meeting his look of confusion. "What does it mean?"