Wrong Queen, Scott (A PTX Fanfic)

7.

Being back at home has to be one of the best feelings ever. Dealing with an emotional and moody Scott, however, isn’t.

Ever since we came back from South Africa, Scott has been acting love sick and not giving his best on tours, and honestly, it’s annoying. His Superfruit videos were getting bad feedback and Scott didn’t seem to even care.

I woke up and headed to the lounge where Avi and KO were playing Grand Theft Auto V. That’s all these two ever do when they’re not busy with music – play video games.

“Morning guys!” Mitch shouted when he walked into the room, “Where’s Scott?”

“What do you mean where’s Scott?” I asked, “Isn’t he in his room sleeping?” 

Mitch told us that he had checked in Scott’s room and the bed looked untouched – as if no one had slept in it.

He then grabbed his phone and dialed Scott’s number. The four of us sat quietly and listened in anticipation.

“Scott!” Mitch shouted on the phone, “Where are you? All of us are worried sick!” After a couple of seconds, Mitch’s eyes popped wide open and he shouted, “You are where?!”

Mitch was quiet and didn't say much then removed the phone from his ear.

“HE DID NOT JUST HANG UP ON ME!” he shouted, “Scott Flippen Hoying did not just hang up on me,” he repeats calmer.

We all looked at Mitch waiting for him to tell us.

“He’s in Johannesburg.”

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The next two hours were occupied by us trying to get hold of Scott. I went to take a long hot bubble bath while everyone else tried to not look worried. Mitch was even reading a book – everyone knows Mitch would rather watch the movie.

In my mind, I had a flashback if all the memories Scott and I shared. From just singing together, to winning season three of The Sing Off and now touring the world and hanging out with our childhood idols. I missed those times. Back before the Elsa girl came into our lives.

My heart sank at the thought of Scott going halfway across the world, just to see her. I went back to the miserable Scott-the-brat’s club.

“Scott,” Mitch said into the phone, “let it go and come back…”

“It’s all in the past. Just let it go and come back. It’s done!”

Scott said something that left Mitch, and everyone else, hopeless.

He was not going to come back anytime soon, so I thought I’d call him to try and knock some sense into him.

“Hey Scott,” I said cheerfully on the phone.

“Oh hi Kirstie,” Scott’s voice on the other end said, sounding a little lighter – in a good way, “how are things there?”

“They’re ok.” I said.

Scott asked about Mitch and I explained to him that he was a little out of the weather, but he’d be okay. I told him how we were all behind him 100% (although it was a little hypocritical of me) and he really sounded grateful. I heard something that sounded like a school bell ring and Scott said he had to go.

“Love you guys,” he said and I kind of flinched when it dawned to me that he didn’t mean it the same way that I felt.

“Love you too, Scott.” I replied, “Oh and Scott?”

“Yes?”

“You really love her, don’t you?” I asked him, hoping for the best, but expecting the worst.

After a few moments, Scott replied. “More than she’ll ever know.”

You know that feeling you get when you hear something that kills you inside but you have to pretend you’re okay? The way your intestines churn and you feel an awkward warmth inside of you. You just want to cry, but you smile with fake happiness and everyone believes you. That’s how I felt.

“Ok!” I said trying to sound happy and hoping it worked, “Bye now! And be careful.”