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bold is scott
italics is kayla

SCOTTY
SCOTT MCCALL
SCOOOOOTTTT
SCOOT

YES YES I AM HERE

DID YOU HEAR

I HEAR A LOT OF THINGS WHICH ONE ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

KAIA LIKES ISAAC

AND ISAAC LIKES KAIA

DOES HE REALLY
LIKE YOU CAN TELL BUT DID HE TELL YOU

YES HE TOLD ME AFTER SHE POSTED THAT PICTURE
HE WAS UPSET // JEALOUS BECAUSE HE THOUGHT IT WAS ABOUT SOMEONE ELSE

AW AW OMG WHAT A LIL PUPPY

i thought i was your puppy

scoot you're MY puppy
scott mccall more like scoot mcsmol

[i actually commented this on chapter 12 of connected by -archaic which is a really good isaac fic so rEAD IT]

what does that even mean oH MY LORD

to me it means that you're adorable

well aren't you sweet
kayla?

yes scotty boy

what's something you're passionate about?

well i mean i like photography, hence why i made my instagram account...

will you talk to me about it?
tell me why you're passionate about it?

scott, you don't want to get into that.
trust me.

please?
i think it's really attractive when someone talks about something they're passionate about and you've never explained why you like photography so much.

you're going to regret this.

i won't i swear.
please?

ok.
i'll do it through videos.

good.
it's been a while since i last heard your voice.

well ok then
that doesn't make me feel special or anything
wait i have an idea
let me facetime you
it'll be easier and i'll be able to see you when you get bored to death so i can stop

i'll give you my number but i'm not going to get bored
i want to hear you talk about something you're passionate about

SCOTT gave kayla his number, trusting her with it completely, before walking across his room to get his headphones.

KAYLA saved scott's number in her phone as "scoot mcsmol" and finished untangling her headphones while waiting for the facetime call to connect.

scott answered the facetime call and his iPhone screen was filled by kayla's face.

"wow," he murmured lowly, only just loud enough for kayla to hear.

"what? is something wrong? i'm sorry this was a bad idea. i'll just -" she started, before being cut off by scott.

"no, no, don't go. it's just that... it's just... you look beautiful kayla."

upon hearing this, kayla blushed and began to feel very self conscious, which was unusual for her.

"oh. i- well, i- i don't- thank you?" she squeaked quietly, looking down at herself as opposed to up at scott.

"you're welcome. hey, why are you crying? i'm so sorry, did i say something?"

"no it's just that, i feel like we're kind of close and i'm actually seeing your face and hearing your voice and we've been talking for like a month and a half and this is just really surreal to me and now i'm rambling and i need to stop and yeah," kayla babbled, in awe of the fact that scott was there, with her, but still so far away.

"kayla, please don't cry. it's only me. ok, no i believe you were going to tell me about what makes you so passionate about photography."

and as kayla started talking about capturing stories in a photo, and the way the lights blur out of focus at christmas time, and setting up the perfect shot that can make a garden look like a wonderland, scott unknowingly found himself falling for kayla, slowly but steadily all the same.