Rose Garden » Scirstie AU

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Kirstin

What even happened yesterday? The Scott Hoying, the one artist that my entire generation is obsessed with crashed into my garden? Me, of all people. The one person in my entire generation who couldn't care less about Scott Hoying. Personally, I kind of thinks he's kind of annoying. Well, at least I used to.

Yesterday, I saw a Scott Hoying that I imagine not many people have seen - scared and vulnerable. He actually seemed terrified of the paparazzi, and even nervous of Mitch, was just a bit humoring. Don't get me wrong, I still dislike Scott Hoying's music, but maybe I hate him a little less after our... encounter yesterday.

The doorbell rings and I reluctantly get up to answer the door, knowing that no one else is home. Who is that? The only person who would visit me is Mitch, and normally he just barges straight in without ringing the doorbell.

I slowly open the door, my mouth opening wide when I'm met with who is standing there. "Why are you here?" I ask.

"Hey Kirstin," Scott says. "Is Mitch here?"

"Really?" I ask. "No, she's not."

"Phew," Sighs Scott. "She's really scary, you know that?"

"Well, it was to be expected. He's been your biggest fan since forever." I reply.

"Can I come in?"

"Why?" I ask sceptically.

"Because," he replies simply. "Can't I hang out with my new friend?"

Friend? Really? We've had one conversation -- if you could even call it that.

"Real reason." I ask, crossing my arms as I lean across against the doorframe. I know he's lying.

"Fine. It's just hard to find anyone to talk about something other than my music, and it was really...refreshing to talk to you yesterday." Wow, I was not expecting that.

I huff before I step out of the way for him to come in. "But, remember, you can consider Mitch on speed dial any time, so be good."

"Are you blackmailing me?" Scott asks with a smirk before he laughs.

"Maybe I am, you can't prove anything without evidence." I say smirking as I let the tall blonde into my home.

"So," He starts as we sit down. "If you don't like pop music, what do you like?"

"Well, have you ever heard of Nirvana?" I ask and he shakes his head.  Shame. "Well, I like alternative, ballads, but mostly acoustic. Jason Mraz, Coldplay, American Authors, stuff like that."

"Really?" Scott asks. "I love Jason Mraz!"

"Wow, I have the same music taste as an international pop star." I laugh sarcastically as I rest an elbow on the arm of the red couch. I stare at his defined face as I wait for a sarcastic retort.

"You're cute when you're pretending to hate me." Scott smirks. Wait, what?

"I'm not pretending, I do hate you."

"Why do you lie to me? It's not good to lie." He puts on a fake serious face. "I know you love me."

"Do I need to call Mitch?" I threaten as a piece of my hair falls into my face. So much for a good comeback.

"Aw, I was just telling the truth, you're cute." He says as he places the piece of hair neatly behind my ear. He smiles as his deep blue eyes stare into my greenish-brown ones.

"Fine, if you think it's the truth, put it on the internet. Let them see if you're lying." I say positively. He wouldn't do that, his management would probably kill him.

He goes on his phone for a minute as I stare at him in astonishment. "Done, check your Twitter."

I open my Twitter and sure enough, one new Twitter notification.

ScottHoyingOfficial: Anyone else notice how cute Kirstin is?

"You're insane!" I say looking at him.

"What?" He says as he acts innocent. "You told me to do it."

I start scrolling through the replies, rolling my eyes at the fangirls comments.

MrsHoying Who is Kirstin?

Well that was expected.

Food_Water_Hoying What's her user? I need to stalk her if she's hanging out with my Scotty Bear.

AddictedToScott Are you dating?

"Haha, people think we're dating already." I laugh awkwardly.

"Well, I guess that's how things work. I break up with my girlfriend one day, the next, the fandom is shipping me with someone else." He rolls his eyes.

"Sounds-" I start.

"Annoying, yeah." He sighs as we just sit there staring at each other. The atmosphere was filled with encouraging jokes and smiles -- and don't forget the stares.

"Kirstin! I'm home!" Mitch yells from the hallway and I laugh as Scott's eyes widen.

"Please say that's not him."

"I could, but I'd be lying." I winked as I heard Mitch's screams echo from my left. I get up to be greeted my Mitch's fangirling...again.

After he's done, he turns to me. "Kirstin Taylor Maldonado, I love you but you need to give me a warning when the Scott Hoying is going to be in your house." He says seriously.

"Yes sir," I says as I raise my hands in the air. "but I didn't know you were coming over."

"Why is he here anyway? Not that I don't love his presence." He says as he bites his lips, hoping to be seductive.

"I was just looking to talk to someone who wasn't a fangirl." Scott hints. "But you know, I should probably get going."

"Wait!" Mitch calls, grabbing a marker. Oh no. He quickly writes something across Scott's arm and whispers something in his ear before pushing him out the door; but not before she hugs him and takes a selfie. Fangirls.

"So I need details, now." He demands as he plays with his phone after Scott leaves. "How long was he here? What did you talk about? Do you still hate him?"

"He got here about an hour ago, we talked about music, not his music; and no, I don't hate him anymore. I just...dislike him." I reply, satisfying each of her questions.

"Well, it's a start, but that outfit is not. To the closet!