Black Image [SCOLLACE] (I'M BACK I SWEAR!!!)

|CHAPTER 2|

"What do you mean she's gone?" Stephen asked. Sex Bob-omb was holding another rehearsal at Stephen's house. Scott reluctantly told everyone there what happened that Saturday. Everyone was slightly shocked but also not surprised that Ramona had disappeared once again. The most devastated besides Scott was Knives. Ramona and Knives finally started to become good friends, but now Ramona was gone. Kim seemed unaffected and Stephen was more worried about Scott than Ramona. He was worried that Scott wouldn't be able to play good base now that Ramona was gone, which kept Scott distracted. Unfortunately, that might have been true in Scott's case. He tried his best to take his mind off of it. Stephen fiddled with his fingers.

"I mean she's gone!" Scott replied, slightly irritated. "She's not here anymore,"

Scott tried to act thought but he was still processing what happened. His girlfriend was gone. She wasn't coming back either. That made matters even worse. No matter how hard Scott wanted her to come back, she wouldn't. How did this even happen? There were no warnings, no signs, no signals, no nothing. It was completely random. Scott held his (bass) guitar and tested it by strumming it. He slowly turned it and tested it again and again. "Don't beat yourself up, Scott. If you ask me it wouldn't be worth it," Kim said. "Why is that Kim?" Scott asked. "Ramona always disappears. Then a couple of weeks later she comes back and apologizes for leaving," Kim explained. "It's different this time," Scott assured. "How can you be so sure?" Kim questioned. "I just know," Scott told her.

Knives walked up to Scott. Scott was too busy tuning his guitar to notice her. He didn't make eye contact with her either once he noticed the heat signature next to him. "Do you know where Ramona went," Knives tilted. "Nope!" Scott exclaimed, trying to sound enthusiastic. Knives frowned "I could go looking around the neighborhood for her. She couldn't have gone far!" Knives suggested. "If you want, but I don't think she'll be anywhere near," Scott explained.  "Scott, hurry up and tune your guitar so we can start playing," Stephen complained. He simply nodded in response and continued to do so. "Why not?" Knives asked. "She usually disappears elsewhere," Scott mumbled. "What do you mean?" Kim asked.

Scott hesitated to answer this question. The obvious answer was an example that included Gideon. Scott wasn't that low to bring up something from a past that wasn't his to tell. Besides, it's behind him now. Scott didn't feel the need to explain the Gideon situation. He's the whole reason Ramona moved to Canada. He gritted his teeth as he debated what words to use. "Well, it's most likely she's gone from Toronto," Scott said. "That didn't answer my-" Kim began. "Oh look my guitar is now tuned!" Scott interrupted. "Great!" Stephen exclaimed. Kim sighed as she picked up her drumsticks. Knives slowly sat down and watched. Young Neil watched as well, not as dedicated as Knives. Scott slowly placed his fingers on his guitar while relaxing his fingers.

"WE ARE SEX-BOB-OMB! ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!"

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Scott unlocked the door to his house and locked it behind him. He sighed as he hung up his parka. Wallace sat on his chair, watching another Lucas Lee movie. The house reeked of sweaty socks and expired food. Scott hung his keys on the hook of the wall walked into the living room and sat on the mattress. "Hey, Bud. How was practice? Sucky?" Wallace asked. Scott groaned as he lay down on the mattress thinking about Ramona. He gripped the bottom of his shirt as he thought. What happened to Ramona? Was it at random? Where is Ramona now? Does this make Scott an evil ex?

He mumbled as he debated it. She said she wanted him to move on without her. Find new love. Live his life. How could he? Ramona was his life. Scott hated the idea of finding new love. Like that was ever gonna happen. Scott fidgeted with his thumb as he thought even more and more. At that moment it sunk in deep.

Ramona's gone. She's not coming back. She's living somewhere else. Scott's just another ex-boyfriend.

That realization hit Scott like a ton of bricks. His heart sank as he thought about it. Scott quickly sat up and stared at the floor. "Oh," Scott thought.

Suddenly, he had a massive headache. Scott tried his best to get it to go away, but unfortunately, he couldn't. "What's wrong with you?" Wallace asked. Turning over to Scott. "Nothing," Scott replied, wanting to bang his head on the wall. "I'm not sure if I believe that," Wallace said, turning back to his movie.

Scott sat there for a minute before talking again. "Dang it. Who am I kidding?" Scott began. Wallace did not turn this time but made a sound, assuring Scott he was totally listening to him. "I finally find her, the love of my life and she just vanished in front of my eyes!" Scott yelled. "Doesn't she have a tendency of doing that?" Wallace said, automatically knowing who Scott's talking about. "Yeah, but this time I think she's not coming back. Ramona's probably not even in Toronto anymore!" Scott sighed. "How can you be so sure, bud? Maybe she just left you?" Wallace told him. "Thank you, very helpful," Scott said, rolling his eyes.

"No problem," Wallace laughed. Scott groaned, still trying to get rid of his headache. Finally, he gave up. Scott walked to the kitchen and searched in the cabinets for anything. Even a bottle of expired Advil, maybe. "Wallace, do we have anymore Ibuprofen?" Scott asked. "Nope. I used it all," Wallace answered. "Advil?" Scott asked again. "No," Wallace replied. "Anything?" Scott groaned. "There's corn syrup on the table," Wallace said. "Corn syrup does not help with headaches, Wallace," Scott explained. "I know," Wallace replied. Scott sighed as he walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle.

That's two pains in one day. Ramona and a random headache he now blames Ramona for.

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Wallace snored soundly as Scott laid wide awake. All the lights were off and it as around 1:00 A.M. Scott looked up at the ceiling, tired but not able to fall asleep. As he thought about the whereabouts of Ramona, he slowly drifted off to sleep, but very slow.

"Where's Ramona?" Scott thought