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CHAPTER 9 Little Surprises

Allison got settled in her bed and opened her laptop. She downloaded the photo of her and Scott that would eventually end up on Hala Loa's website from the email Stiles forwarded to her. It was clear that in that moment, Allison and Scott were not "just friends." They truly looked like a couple, and Allison didn't know how she felt about it.

The other photos in her album were of her and Aiden, among other things. She looked at each photo, at their smiling faces, the cute kisses, the affectionate hugs. She felt empty. It was better than crying over them like she had done a month ago. She supposed it was some kind of progress.

She looked at the very first photos. They were of her high school years - some in San Francisco but mostly from Beacon Hills. There were photos of her and Lydia, lots of photos. Several other photos included Jackson, Danny, her parents, and Scott and Stiles. She even found one of Derek.

One picture caught her eye. The details showed that it was taken on September 30, the same date Scott had chosen as their wedding date. It was a picture of her and Lydia at school by their lockers. The photo was fairly normal - she didn't see what was so special about that day and started looking for other photos taken on September 30 when she remembered Scott saying he had chosen it randomly. However, something told Allison there was more to September 30.

On the snowy night before they left for Hawaii, Allison and her three friends went out to dinner at one of their usual spots. As they left the restaurant, Allison saw something that she wasn't ready for.

It was Aiden and the blonde coworker. They walked down the sidewalk on the other side of the street with her hand cupped around his arm affectionately. The two laughed at some unknown joke, clearly enjoying each other's company. They walked closely together and Allison knew it wasn't just because of the snow.

Allison felt sick. She held back her tears and continued on with her friends.

Scott and Stiles were busy going over surfing tactics and didn't notice who was across the street, but Lydia was well aware.

"Allison?"

"I'm fine, really," Allison automatically said. She just wanted to go home and bring out her favorite ice cream.

Why was she feeling this way? Aiden wasn't her boyfriend anymore, he could see whoever he wanted to. She had said so herself several times. But the sight of seeing him with another girl was just painful. It felt like he was breaking her heart all over again.

They arrived at Scott and Stiles's house where she would be spending the night. Stiles would drive them to San Francisco at 4 A.M. so Scott had asked her to stay over. He noticed Allison was unusually quiet.

"Ready for tomorrow?" he asked her.

"Yup, I should probably check if I have everything in my luggage," she said, going upstairs to the guest bedroom with Lydia at her heels.

Scott went to his own bedroom to finish packing. Stiles walked in and sat down on his bed.

"So, you got everything?"

"I think so," Scott replied, folding a pair of jeans.

"Sunscreen, underwear...protection?"

"Protection? As in condoms?"

"No, as in pepper spray. Of course I mean condoms."

"Stiles, I have no intention of sleeping with my best friend," Scott said firmly.

"Like you haven't thought about it."

"No, I haven't." It was a lie Scott would never admit to.

"Romantic honeymoon suite, soft Hawaiian music playing, tiki torches burning as strong as your passionate love - "

"Stiles."

"Anything can happen. I'm just saying,"

Up in the guest bedroom, Allison wiped away her tears. "I'm such an idiot. I don't even know why I'm crying. I'm leaving for Hawaii tomorrow! Why did I have to see that out of all nights?"

"It's okay to cry, Allison. This is the first sign of Aiden moving on. It's normal to feel this way."

"But I was doing so well," she said, wiping her nose with a tissue.

"I know. And you're gonna get over this, too. You just need time to get used to the idea," Lydia said gently. Allison nodded.

"I want you to be careful over there, physically and mentally. There's gonna be lots of couples and you're gonna have to act like one of them. I know it's gonna be hard, especially after tonight, but try to have fun and make the most out of it, okay?"

"Yeah, of course. You guys did so much to get us there. And what do you mean by being careful physically? I'm sure Scott and I can handle ourselves." She had thought to bring one of her daggers but knew it would never pass through TSA.

They heard the doorbell ring downstairs.

"I have something for you," Lydia said. She pulled out a hot pink box with a matching bow from her large bag. "Consider it a wedding gift."

Allison smiled. "Lydia, you didn't have to."

"I saw it and thought of you. Open it." Allison took the box and opened it. It was a sheer black babydoll lingerie with lace. A matching panty was also in the box along with a small box.

"Just in case," Lydia said. Allison could feel her cheeks grow warm.

"Thanks, but I don't need these."

"Of course you do, it's your honeymoon," Lydia insisted.

"My fake honeymoon. And I definitely don't need these," Allison said, holding up the box of condoms. She threw them back to Lydia.

"You never know..."

"Oh, I do know. Thanks, but no thanks." She was definitely blushing now. She hoped the trip would be less awkward.

"At least take the lingerie with you. Make it look like this is a real honeymoon."

Knowing that she didn't really have a choice on the matter, she packed the black lace lingerie set in the bottom of her suitcase. "Should I tell Scott that this is a friends-only trip?"

"Unless you want things to be completely awkward."

Allison walked Lydia downstairs to the door.

"Well look at you girls. Every time I see you, you look more beautiful," a voice said behind them.

"Hi Mrs. McCall," Allison and Lydia greeted. It had been awhile since they had seen Scott's mother.

"Now you take care of my son. Make sure he doesn't get into any trouble," she instructed Allison.

"Of course. He's in good hands," Allison assured.

"Moooom. I'm not a kid anymore," Scott said as he approached them.

"Have a safe trip. I love you. And text me when you land." She kissed Scott goodbye and left.

"I should get going, too. Have fun you guys and don't forget to bring me back something. I like pearls by the way. Stiles!" Lydia yelled.

"I'm coming!" Stiles yelled back from his room. Lydia hugged Allison and Scott and left with Stiles.

"Think your plan is gonna work?" she asked him as they walked to his car.

"It would be a shame if it didn't. Scott has been in love with her since high school. If it doesn't, I don't know what will. You think it's gonna work?"

"I hope so. For both their sakes."

Inside, Scott knocked on Allison's door softly. When she granted him permission to enter after making sure her suitcase was completely closed, he opened the door and found her sitting on top of the covers of the bed.

"Your dad called me earlier today."

Allison groaned. "What did he say?"

"To take care of you and bring you back here safe or he'd gun me down."

"Sounds like my dad."

"You didn't tell him this was a honeymoon right?"

"Of course not. He'd kill you," she said absentmindedly as she played with her phone.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. No." Scott sat with her.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"I saw Aiden with that blonde girl from the coffee shop. I think they were on a date." Allison couldn't get her mind off it. She even wrote out a text message and saved it as a draft.

"I'm sorry." Scott had no idea what to say.

"I'm sorry, too. I should be excited for Hawaii, not thinking about this. Why can't I just get over him?" she said, hugging her knees.

"Because you loved him. Feelings like that don't just disappear overnight. Or in a few months. When you love someone, really love someone, it changes you."

"Have you ever loved someone that way?"

"No, not yet." He drew a pattern on the comforter, not looking at her.

"Actually, I can't wait to leave. I can leave all this behind here."

"We should probably work on our story. Make sure we're on the same page when people ask us stuff. I wrote a few things down." Scott stopped his invisible drawing and pulled out his phone to send her his notes.

"Sounds good," Allison said after reading them. "We can add onto it on the plane."

"Add what?"

"Things how you proposed, stuff like that."

"Okay. Well we should get some sleep if we're waking up at 3 in the morning. Goodnight." He stood up and walked towards the door.

"Scott, wait. I've been thinking about what Stiles and Lydia said. Maybe we should get the first kiss over with. That way, it won't be as weird when we're in front of people." As soon as she suggested it, she regretted ever opening her mouth. She had made the decision so quickly and hadn't thought it through.

"But you know, we don't have to." she said, trying to spare her dignity. She wanted to kick herself in the head. Things would definitely be awkward.

"I guess your right. We have to act natural."

"Oh okay." Now she really regretted it. She wasn't sure if she was ready for this.

They looked at each other for a moment, wondering who was going to make the first move. Scott sat back down on the bed.

"Guess it's time to test out those acting skills," he said in an attempt to break the tension.

Allison smiled despite herself. She was nervous and she could tell he was too. She sat up straighter and looked at him. Scott took a deep breath and tried relaxing. He could hear her heartbeat along with his own drumming loudly, as if the two were in a competition to see whose heart could beat faster.

Guess it's now or never. He leaned forward and she did too. When their lips met, they pressed together softly, as if testing the waters, both unsure of how this would end. When they parted, Scott looked down at the floor. "I'm sorry, I could do a lot better than that, I promise."

Allison laughed, her face slightly pink. "No, it's alright."

"Should we try again?" Scott asked timidly. Allison nodded.

They practiced kissing briefly until Scott heard Stiles's car pull up in the driveway. He broke the kiss regretfully. "He's home." He got up and opened the bedroom door. "See you tomorrow," he said turning back to her.

"Night," she said. Scott couldn't read the expression on her face. Once the door was closed, Allison laid her head on the pillow and released the breath she hadn't realized she was holding. The kiss was surprisingly nice.

Early the next morning, Scott and Stiles sat down for breakfast. Allison came down shortly after and helped herself to some toast, yogurt, and coffee. Neither Scott nor Allison looked at each other much. Allison had woke up thinking about their "practice." She also remembered the dream she had of Scott, how Scott had kissed her deeply, inspiring her lust. From what she could tell last night, she had only hit the tip of the iceberg.

The three piled up in Stiles's car and drove to San Francisco an hour and a half away. When they got to the airport, Stiles discreetly wished Scott good luck. He hugged Scott and Allison goodbye, hoping he would see them holding hands when he came back to pick them up.

The flight to Honolulu would take approximately five hours. The resort had arranged for them to sit in first class, which Scott was very happy about since he had never had the experience.

"Mr. and Mrs. McCall, we're very happy to have you on board," the flight attendant told them.

"I'm really gonna have to get used to that," she told Scott quietly.

"Same here." It was the few words they had spoken to each other all morning. Besides the fatigue, they were nervous about pretending to be newlyweds and the kissing session was still fresh on their minds.

Once they had reached a stable altitude, Scott pulled out a deck of cards from his bag and elbowed Allison. She smiled and took out the ear buds she had on. Card games were their favorite past time when they had nothing else to do. After playing their first game, they were back to being comfortable around each other. Scott was glad - the last thing he wanted was to spend his Hawaiian vacation feeling awkward around Allison.

"Would you like some wine, Mr. and Mrs. McCall?" the flight attendant asked them.

Scott declined. "Can I have a pinot gris, please?" Allison requested. It was her favorite wine. She had never drank while flying but she still felt a little tense and needed to relax.

After playing enough card games, they discussed the details of their marriage quietly and quizzed each other. Once they landed, they were confident that they could answer anyone's question without drawing suspicion.

A limousine was provided to take them to the hotel. They stared out the window at the beautiful ridged mountains, the palm trees, and the clear-blue waters. As they drove through Waikiki, they saw designer stores, restaurants, and tourists everywhere in bikinis and swimwear. They passed by an open area in front of a pink hotel and a large Christmas tree decorated with intricate ornaments glistened in the sunlight. Allison was in love.

Once they got to the resort, Allison's heart was in her throat. She didn't know if they could pull this off and thought about what they would do if their secret was discovered. They would have to talk about it later.

An exotic woman in a sharp gray business suit greeted them when they got out of the limo. "Mr. and Mrs. McCall, aloha and welcome to Hala Loa Resort. My name is Beverly Kualani and I am the hotel manager. Did you have a pleasant flight?"

"Yes, thank you, and the limo was a great surprise," Scott responded.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I have some leis for you." She placed a lei over each of their heads. "Right this way please. We'll get you checked in." Allison and Scott followed her inside as a bellhop took care of their luggage.

The lobby was lavishly decorated with Christmas ornaments, mistletoe, and even a sand statue formed into Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. A sign standing by a little waterfall read "Welcome to Hala Loa, Mr. and Mrs. McCall, winners of the Honeymoon Getaway!" Allison tried to stay calm.

"Kai, this is Mr. and Mrs. Scott McCall, one of our honeymoon winners. Please check them in," Mrs. Kualani instructed.

"Of course. Welcome to Hala Loa. May I see both your driver licenses and your marriage certificate please?" the young woman asked.

They both retrieved their licenses and Scott handed her the fake certificate with a nervous lump in his throat. He wondered how authentic the document looked. Authentic enough for $100.

The woman made copies of the three and returned them to Scott.

"I see you haven't updated your license, Mrs. McCall. I was the same way when I got married. It took me a year to fully give up my last name."

Allison laughed nervously. "Yeah well, I love being an Argent. I'm in no rush to change everything just yet."

Mrs. Kualani escorted them to their private cabana. Scott decided to grab Allison's hand. She looked at him in surprise but remembered they were supposed to be married. When they arrived, Mrs. Kualani opened the door to the suite and Allison and Scott walked in dazed. It was complete with a mini kitchen and bar, a living room with a small Christmas tree, a spacious lanai, and -

"Look at that view!" Allison said excitedly. She had never seen the ocean so beautiful. Waves crashed against a white sand beach and couples laid out soaking the sun.

"Is everything to your liking?" Mrs. Kualani asked.

"Everything's perfect, thank you," Scott said.

"Your key cards will be used to keep track of your expenses. Just pay everything with them while you're on the property and it'll bill the hotel. We also have a rental car for you. You can pick up the keys from valet. If you don't wish to drive, we have shuttles that can take you around. You also have a complimentary gift card that you can use anywhere on the island. Here on the desk is a folder with all the detailed information about your stay, including the activities you chose. Please let us know if there is anything we can do for you."

"Thank you so much," Scott said.

"Mahalo," Allison said.

"Enjoy your stay," she said shaking their hands.

"Mahalo?" Scott asked with a raised brow once they were alone.

"It means thank you in Hawaiian." She walked into the bedroom and Scott followed. It was handsomely decorated with a king-sized bed covered with red rose petals in the shape of a heart. Candles sat on top of the side tables which added to the romantic effect.

That annoying, awkward feeling was coming back to Allison again. She grabbed a trash can and began scooping up the petals off the bed and threw them away. "We won't be needing these." She firmly promised herself that she would no longer feel awkward about this trip and would just suck it up. They were here as a pretend couple and she just had to go along with it. "What should we do first, Mr. McCall?"

"How about some food, Mrs. McCall?" he answered, playing along. They freshened up and went to the hotel restaurant for some lunch. The rest of the day was spent at the beach swimming and catching some rays.

Allison was really enjoying herself. So what if Aiden was dating Blondie? She was in Hawaii and having the time of her life. For free.

"Derek wants us to meet him for dinner in Waikiki around 7," Scott said.

"Sounds good," Allison said lazily as she laid on her towel, her eyes closed.

A few hours later, Allison and Scott joined Derek and Jennifer at a busy restaurant.

"Hey big guy," Derek said as he gave Scott a bear hug. Scott was happy to see him. Derek had become a big brother and a friend to him. Stiles wasn't the only one sad to see him go.

They caught up with each other while waiting for a table. A hostess approached them and showed them to their seats. Allison noticed that there were two extra spaces. "My sister and her friend are coming," Derek said when she asked. "They're supposed to be here by now."

"You have a sister?" Scott asked. He thought everyone in his family except his uncle had died in the fire.

"Yeah. She's been here since Thanksgiving. I'm trying to get her to live here, so she's testing it out. Her friend arrived a few days ago for a visit."

A few minutes later, Derek got a call from the mysterious sister. "We're sitting at a table. Go to the left."

Then Allison saw her. She laughed at herself bitterly. "Unbelievable." It was the fiery petite brunette she had found in Aiden's bedroom. She was with a handsome man with blue eyes and dark hair.

"Scott, Allison, this is my sister Cora and her friend Isaac."

Thank you for reading! I know it's been a week since Chapter 8 but with the start of classes and everything else going on, I'll probably be updating only once a week. I hope everyone who has started school is enjoying it so far.

Yes, Aiden cheated on Allison with Cora and it looks like Allison isn't liking this surprise meeting. I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I liked writing it. Thanks for your kind words in your reviews/alerts/favorites. Is anyone experiencing Teen Wolf withdrawals yet? I started rewatching season 1 and I'm loving it! Hope everyone is doing well and have a lovely day!