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Fingers held onto a paper that had Scott's address on it, feet that belonged to a familiar blonde walked to the porch steps, before Phoebe could knock on the door it was being swung open on cue.
Scott's dark brown eyes staring at Phoebe in surprise that she'd actually come to him, since she practically ran from him the first time when he tried to talk to her.
"Uh, i wasn't really expecting you, i mean, the last time you were here you almost tried to kill me." Scott says in a surprised tone.
Phoebe softly laughs. "Well! No one's perfect!"
Scott lightly chuckles, knowing that's something she'd say.
Phoebe's eyes then lit up, pointing at him. "Scott McCall, my boyfriend–––well, you do look hotter in person."
Scott had a flustered expression on his face, him stammering out nervously, him then thinking that she was staring to remember him.
"Wait, you remember me?"
Phoebe hums. "No, it's just–––just pictures that i saw, Finn showed me."
Scott then sighs out. "Right."
"But, Finn says if i spend some time with you, i might remember." Phoebe says.
Scott amusingly stares at her. "So, you're here to spend some time with me?"
Phoebe hums, smiling at him. "Yup."
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"You really don't remember anything? Anything that happened with us?" Scott asks.
Phoebe shook her head, an apologetic smile on her face. "...i'm sorry."
"No, no, don't be sorry, it's not–––it's not your fault." Scott reassures.
"I know that you're saying that to make me happy, because it's what you do, well–––that's what Finn says, but i know you're frustrated." Phoebe sighs out.
"How about Jackson? Remember him? Isaac? Allison?" Scott questions.
Scott hoped that she'd remember the ones that were terrible to her, since the things ones remember are the bad things, but, seemed as though Phoebe remember nothing at all.
"I-i don't!" Phoebe frustratedly says.
"Okay, okay, okay, it's okay." Scott softly says, him softly touching her shoulder.
"Are they important?" Phoebe curiously asks.
"Uh, well–––they didn't really make your life easy." Scott awkwardly says.
"Lydia...? The one that's dating Finn? Lydia told me that Allison was a backstabbing, two-faced bitch and that i shouldn't feel sorry for her." Phoebe states.
Scott lightly chuckles at the pure innocence in Phoebe's tone.
Phoebe then heard the sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs, her light blue eyes noticing a darb brown, curly haired woman in green scrubs, someone she recognized from the pictures.
"Melissa McCall? Is that your mother?" Phoebe asks.
"Yeah, you want to meet her?" Scott asks.
Phoebe smiles. "I would, if i wasn't feeling so hungry." Phoebe's eyes turning red, dark veins crawling up her face. "And, she looks delicious."
Scott's eyes widened. "No, no, you don't feed on the vein, okay! Calm down." Scott lowly says. "You're a good Vampire, all right?"
"I'll go back being 'the good vampire', but, i really am hungry and when i am, i get very stressed." Phoebe warningly growls.
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WANNA BE YOURS, SCOTT MCCALL
أدب الهواةscott mccall and phoebe vaughn had always hated each other, but scott never truly hated her, phoebe thought he did so she just played along with it. all scott wanted was for her to be happy, happy, yes, but with him, not with those idiots she seemed...
