HELP I WAS READING A KAVI FANFIC HOW KIRSTIE AND AVI USED TO BE FRIENDS AND THEN SHE TACKLED HIM AND THEN IT GOT CRAPPY
AND MITCH AND AVI WHERE BULLIED AND I FORGOT TO ADD IT TO MY LIBRARY AND I DONT REMEMBER WHAT IT IS CALLED HELP
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Scott POV
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Looking back on the years, I think about Pentatonix. We won Grammies, and had albums that went platinum. I love the Pentaholics, and I'm going to miss the love. Now, I only really give my love to Kirstie. That's that.
I carry the boxes into the house, and once that's done, the furniture. We unpack our room first, then the kitchen. After, the living room. That's all we could get done in a day.
We still have a lot to cover.
I lay down in bed, and Kirstie looks at me.
"We are home." She laughs, and pulls the blanket over her.
"We are.. I just miss it, you know?" I say.
"I do to baby. Don't worry." She cuddles into my chest, and I hold her tight.
She dozes off to sleep, but I stay awake for a while, memories replaying in my head. I replay when we picking Kevin up for the airport, when we won the sing off, tour- and meeting fans, the KC tour, and- purposing to my best friend. It all comes and goes- but this is a new chapter in our lives. I then fall asleep, and think.
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Kirstie
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I wake up before Scott, and run out to grab Starbucks. We can't really eat right now. I'm waking into the house- when I feel a sharp pain in my foot.
"Ow!" I whisper, and then set the coffees down, and limp to the couch.
I take my heel off, and see my foot swollen.
"Not again-" I mutter- and massage it- even to be in more pain.
"Scott!" I yell, and I hear nothing.
"Scott!" I yell again, still nothing.
The pain in my foot is getting worse- so bad I start to cry.
"Scott!" I scream at the top of my lungs, and I hear him jump out of bed, and run down the stairs, slid on the floor, in his pjs.
"Kirstie? Are you alright?" He pants.
"My foot- I don't know-" I start, but the pain shoots through me.
"It's those heels-" he starts, but a tear slips down my face.
"Oh god-" he says.
"I think I tore a muscle." I started, but I'm picked up.
"Let's go. I'm taking you to the clinic." He says.
"Your in your pjs!" I exclaim.
"Doesn't matter. You matter." He says, and carries me out the door.
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"It's because you where lifting heavy items- in heels." The woman says, showing a photo of the muscle.
"I'm going to put you in a boot, and crutches, and try not to walk on it." She says.
We both nod.
Scott carries me to the car, and helps me in.
"Kirst..." He says, and then I take his hand.
"I'm fine. I'll be ok, just getting old." I say.
"Your not old." He said, pulling out.
"I sure am. I have wrinkles, and just- ugh." I say.
"Kirstie- your beautiful." Scott smiles.
I smile and we ride quietly all the way home.
He helps me out of the car, sets me on the couch, and takes the cold Starbucks, and heats it up.
"Great morning am I right?" He laughs, and takes it out of the microwave, and hands it to me.
"If you say so." I laugh, and he sits by me.
We kiss, and I snuggle up next to him.
After a while, he says,
"I have to go unpack the bathrooms. It'll only take about an hour."
He gets up, and kisses me.
I sigh. I hate him doing all this work. I take out my phone, and tweet a photo of the boot.
"Heels come with a price."
Everyone was shocked.
"Are you ok?" Everyone said.
I then tweeted I'm fine, that's to bb @Scott Hoying.
Then Scirstie shippers freak out.
Scott comes back with a smile on his face.
"I'm in love with you Kirstie." He says, and sits next to me.
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