Author's Note: Happy Birthday, @goodmornting! Here is your gift: A birthday scene! :D
Chapter 4: Capacitance
"It's my birthday, bitches!"
Scott rolled his eyes as Tyler ran by with a princess crown, wondering how it was possible for a 29-year-old to act this way. He found himself smiling fondly as Mitch cackled with laughter by his side.
He was happy for some down time with friends whom he hadn't seen in quite some time. Sure, he had seen plenty of Mitch, during their American and European legs of tour, as well as their Christmas tour right after.
Now it was March, and Scott was exhausted. He was certainly glad to have these few months off.
But somehow, surrounded by all of these people, he still felt lonely.
His heart began to pound when he eyed the doorway. Mason was walking through it, grinning from ear to ear.
He hadn't seen them since... last May?
Scott laughed to himself. Of course it was last May. He knew the exact date, actually.
May 12th.
And the fateful FaceTime call happened on June 28th.
But who was keeping track? Certainly not Scott. That would be pathetic.
His heart pounded more violently as he watched Mark walk in, clutching Mason's hand.
How the hell were they still together?
And how the hell did Mark get more handsome?
"Wanna go outside?" Mitch asked, looking at him with understanding eyes.
Leave it to Mitch to know exactly what Scott needed at all times.
Scott nodded, and followed the smaller man out to the back yard.
At least Shawn wasn't with them, in some sort of awkward throuple.
Scott cringed.
Mark scanned the room as soon as they walked in. There were about a thousand people here, Mark figured, aggravatedly, but he would expect nothing less for the birthday of Tyler Oakley.
He wondered if it would be too awkward to simply ask the small blond man if Scott was coming tonight.
"My favorites!" Tyler yelled, embracing each of them the same way he had for years. "Where's Shawn?" His tone was suddenly slightly judgmental, and aimed only at Mason.
Mark felt a pang in his heart.
"We aren't really friends anymore," Mason replied, narrowing his eyes in an effort to challenge Tyler to ask further questions about it.
"Good. Well I'm glad you two figured it out. Come on in."
Mark followed close behind, continuing to scan the crowd.
Bingo.
Through the sliding glass doors, he could just make out Scott's silhouette, talking to a group of people, who were all looking at him with adoration.
He watched, unable to look away, as Scott laughed and sipped his drink.
Why couldn't Mark remember how to breathe, suddenly?
He shut his eyes and clenched his fists. What was wrong with him?
"Hi, Mark."
Mark opened his eyes, realizing how insane he must look. He snapped his head around, looking for Mason, but finding that he had wandered away to the bar. His eyes settled on the source of the voice.
