@tempestgxdsx wrote: ✖ our muses work together and there’s a lot of tension and maybe we do the only one bed plot idk
of course...there was one bed. since they had broken up working side by side had been harder than she expected. allison actually hoped in time it would get easier, but it never really seemed to. the thing was...she trusted him; entirely, and with her life and if she had to pick anyone to work beside when it came to sorting out the supernatural in beacon then it was going to be scott that she called whenever she could...but she still was a bit flustered now standing in the open doorway of the hotel room they’d had to get...only to see one bed there when they had most definitely asked for two. her lips pursed, warmth touching her cheeks as she looked to scott beside her. “it doesn’t have to be weird, right?” she was trying to convince herself...to ignore the way her stomach still fluttered and tangled into knots thinking about being alone with him. feelings still lingered, feelings would probably always linger and be there. he was her first love...so she didn’t feel like this needed to be weird. allison made the first move, stepping further into the room and placing her backpack down on the floor beside the bed before she sat down on the end of it and looked at him; and there her heart went pounding and splintering in her chest all at the same time. “we can order something to be delivered here. something to eat.” she suggests.