Dear Scott..

January 15

I just woke up and I can't stop smiling. I'm going over to your house today Scott! Yesterday I looked like shit and for some reason you didn't even care. I am wondering if I should even TRY to dress up for you today. You live alone so I guess it will just be us. I'm nervous. Really really nervous.

I'm sitting here on a park bench. I took a break from walking. It is a long walk from where I was to your house, Scott, but I will do anything for you. Even if it means pushing myself even a little bit. There's a lot of little children here at this park. Some of them look at me strangely. They probably think I'm some homeless creep. But I kind of am. That breaks my heart. This seems like such a peaceful day. Why am I such a fuck up that I am not at my house outside enjoying it?

I am now sitting in the car...with you. It's a long story.... I am hurt and broken inside. But somehow you have healed me..

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I was sitting on the bench enjoying the fresh air. I stood up to start walking to your house again and then I heard my name being called. It was a voice I haven't heard in awhile. I shocked me. I turned around. Megan. Her, her parents, and my parents were having a little picnic out there today I guess. Wrong day to pass through there.

"Hey Mr. and Mrs. Grassi look! Mitch is back!!" She screamed to them. They rushed over to me and grabbed my hand. I pulled away instantly.

"Now Mitch stop playing this stupid game honey," my mom said.

"Is that all this is to you? A damn game?"

"Son, we don't know what the hell you're talking about but you need to come with us right now mister."

"I don't need to do anything with anyone. Ever think there was a reason I ran away? Ever think that it was both your fault?"

"Ours?" They both spat in unison

"Yes yours. I will not stay in a household that doesn't except me for who I am and my sexuality."

"And you don't have to," a new voice traveled through my ears. I turned around and saw you standing there staring at the situation that was going down currently with me and my parents.

"Mitch who um... who is your new friend?" My parents stood clueless, but Megan stood with her mouth hanging open.

"Well I think I can introduce myself now can't I?" You chuckled and then made a straight face. "My name is Scott Hoying." You reached your hand out, but once you got the hint that thy weren't going to take it, your returned both of your hands to your sides.

"Scott....Mitch, is this who you were writing in your journal about?" My mom said, flustered. I squinted my eyes shut and took a deep breath. I can't believe she said that..in front of you!

"Mom, shut up!" I looked at you embarrassed, but you just smiled back at me."

"I'm guessing that is me, yes." you laughed. You took it so well, wow. "Now, I'm going to need you homophobes to leave Mitch alone. I'm taking him back to my place. So don't agree with his lifestyle? Well then you simply don't have to." You shrugged and I smiled, hiding my face. My parents looked at the both of us and then took my hands.

"I don't give a shit what you want, Mitch. We are taking you home and getting you therapy." My father said.

"No!" I pulled away and ran to your side. We both ran away and found your car. Quickly getting inside and driving away.

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I now sit here in the car, still writing to you. We are hitting a bunch of bumps on the road so my handwriting isn't the best, no. But I don't really care at this point to be honest. I'm so caught up in this moment that I am actually with you in this small car, driving away from my "best friend" and my so called "parents." It's breathtaking and an event that I thought would never happen in a million years. Amazing how things change huh? I'm not as affected by what just happened as I was when I first ran away. It's weird, but I am with you. I am safe.

"Is that the so called journal you're writing about me?" you look over and laugh. I wish I could say it isn't. I don't really have the words to say. We haven't talked to each other since we got into the car and this is the first thing you say to me? Just great. You look over once I don't say anything, but this time with a straight face.

"She wasn't joking about that was she? Do you actually keep a journal about me?"

"Umm.. can I say no?" I look down and start to blush, covering my face with my hands.

"Hey, hey don't worry about it."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I think it's cute. That's all." We both laugh.

"You're totally fucking messing with me," I turn to you and smile.

"Nah," you lick your lips, "as long as I get to read this journal." You turn to face the road with a smirk clear on your face, waiting for my response.

Oh hell no. You can't read it. You have no idea that I am completely in love with you.

"Um.. sure like that will happen," I laugh and roll my eyes.

"I mean it." You say quickly and then pull into a driveway. I'm guessing it's yours.

"There's only one thing..." You stutter.

"And that would be?"

YOU LEAN OVER AND FUCKING KISS ME AGAIN. WHAT.

"You'll have to read mine too." You get out and I follow.

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GUYS IM SO SORRY I'VE BEEN INACTIVE FOR SO LONG! I'VE BEEN READING LOCKER 17 AND IT IS REALLY TAKING OVER MY LIFE AT THE MOMENT AHAHAHA. BUT NEVER FEAR I AM HEREEE. HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CHAPTER! WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT SCOTT HAVING A JOURNAL ABOUT MITCH? -RAY