Once In A Lifetime (A Scott Hoying Fanfic)

Chapter Five: Let's Go to the Beach-each!

When Scott dropped me off, I was in a flurry of emotions. Why did I dream that kiss? Why did he laugh when he figured out I was 'trying' to kiss him? All of my questions became more confusing when he got out of the car and whispered, "Goodnight." Then kissed me on the cheek. I watched him go, with his smug smile still plastered on his face.

~Tuesday~

At 3pm I opened my browser and looked on YouTube for Scott and Mitch. A new video titled Chelslilly Can Sing?! (Ft. Chelslilly) popped up. First there were some bloopers of them saying their different intro at the same time then bursting into laughter. I watched the whole video then looked at the comments. I knew it was a bad mistake.

"Oh my God! Chels looks so pretty and has a good voice! #Fruitlilly!"

"That's Chelslilly? That's why she never shows her face. Her face distracts us from the video :) #Fruitlilly"

Then there were these comments:

"Oh my God! She's HIDEOUS! I feel sorry for #scomiche."

"I think I won't watch her videos anymore knowing she looks like that. I feel bad for her. She has to deal with that for her whole life. Unsubscribed."

These comments didn't matter to me. I decided since I showed my face on Superfruit, I would start doing vlogs. I opened up my camera and recorded.

"Hey guys... it's your girl Chelsea. I decided to start vlogging. Crazy right? Um, a lot of people do this, and since I showed my face on Superfruit, link in the description below, some of you think Superfruit made me find my courage. Which, in some ways, it did. I want to say thank you to my supporters and fuck you to my haters. That's all! Byeee!" I turned off my camera and plugged it into my computer.

"Alright. What happened? You started vlogging." Carmen showed up behind me, hands on her hips. "People think I have a newfound confidence. So why not use that to my advantage?" Carmen sighed. "You don't need to explain yourself. I understand your reasons. Just don't get too caught up in the haters." She pat my shoulder and left, "I'm going to the mall. Want anything?"

"No!" I called back, and she left. My phone started to ring. "Hello?"

"Hey it's Scott! Listen, ignore whatever the people on our video are saying... in fact, don't look at the --"

"Scott, I know about the comments. It's alright."

"You shouldn't be treated like that. I'm sorry. Let Mitch and I make it up to you."

"No, Scott, you don't need to do that. I'm fine." He paused. "Promise me no matter what I say next, you'll always be my friend."

"What are you about to tell me?" He paused again. "Chels... you're beautiful. Don't listen to them. I don't know how they could ever say you're hideous. You are amazing, not to mention an amazing singer..." I wasn't listening anymore. Who made fun of my singing? Scott rambled on. "Scott." My voice broke through his endless talking. "Yeah?" He sounded nervous. "Thank you. Really, I appreciate it."

"Let me take you out. Just you and I."

"If it'll make you drop it, then okay. Where are we going?" I could hear his smile as he said, "To the beach."

~

I went to the public restroom at the beach and changed out of my shirt and shorts. Normally, I wouldn't give a crap about how I looked. But this was Scott Hoying. I actually cared. I assessed my body in the mirror. Like my mother, I had curves. Extra amount of fat would make me look like a curve overload, and as much as guys liked it, I hated it. Enough about my weight obsessions.

My bikini was a bright yellow, with my olive complexion it looked good in my opinion. I opened the door and the gloomy bathroom became brighter now that the door opened. I looked around for Scott. I sat against the warm sand and laid back. The sun warmed my body and I sighed, relaxing against the sand.

Then I remembered. Why would Scott care about my body? Because he might not be gay. I sighed. Something landed on my stomach. It was... fuzzy...

I looked down and and saw Scott grinning up at me. "Hey there." He said. Scott's head was on my stomach, acting like it wasn't even weird. It was for me. I pushed his head up and sat up. "So what did you want to do?" It was a stupid question, we were at the beach. "Hang out, swim around. What else?"

"Did you bring towels?" Scott nodded. "You didn't bring yours?" My face turned crimson. "I guess I forgot." Scott shrugged, and took his shirt off. My cheeks blushed red. I couldn't look away. He was lean and toned, not full of heavy muscles. Scott smirked at me. "Enjoying the view?" I looked away. "Sorry." I mumbled. I got up, brushing the sand off of me and suddenly I was thrown over someone's shoulder. I screamed at the top of my lungs, then noticed it was only Scott. He laughed, then suddenly I was thrown into the water. The cold hit me first. Then I realized I was breathless. I swam up and gasped for air. Scott was laughing with his back to me, wading towards the shore.

I snuck behind him, trying to make a little movement as possible. When he stopped moving, I jumped on his back and locked my legs around his waist. With all my weight and force that I could muster, I threw us back into the water, and we both went under. Scott pulled me up and grinned at me. "I guess I deserved that." I nodded. Time suddenly slowed. Fear laced my gut. What was happening? Scott had a far away look in his eyes, and he looked at my lips while biting his own. I felt myself leaning forward. Then I stopped, the moment was ruined when Scott groaned, "Mickey."

I didn't know what to think. Who was Mickey and why at all times he could've said her name, was right now? "Who's Mickey?" He jumped back and looked at me with wide eyes. "How do you know who Mickey is?"

"You just said her name, Scott." He blushed, his face reddening. I looked away. "I need to get going." I waded out of the water and could feel Scott's gaze burning into my back. I swallowed my tears and grabbed my shirt and shorts. I didn't know why I was about to cry. Scott and I weren't dating, so I shouldn't be crying. Hopefully Mickey deserved Scott.

~ Next Tuesday ~

"Catching my breath... letting it go..." I was singing under my breath and Carmen popped out of her bedroom. "Superfruit' s up!" She exclaimed. I ignored her and continued with the dishes. "That's great Carmen." She pulled me to the couch and sat her laptop in my lap. She hit play. A beautiful Latino girl sat next to Scott, and seemed to cuddle against him. "Welcome to Superfruit, the best show on the web!" Mitch spoke up, "Today we're with our good friend, Mickey!" She waved. "Hey all!" I felt my cheeks warm up. "That's the girl..." Carmen cut me off. "You don't have to watch any more if you don't want to. I pushed the laptop off my lap and grabbed my phone. I texted Ian and told him to come over. He texted back almost instantly and said he was on his way.

The door bell rang 5 minutes later. I opened it up and Ian was leaning against the door, looking sexy. What the hell? Where'd that come from? "Hey there." I smiled. He wiggled his eyebrows and laughed. "Wanna get some coffee?" I nodded. "Take me there."

"That's what she said." He grinned. I smacked his chest and he went into a fit of laughter. "Go enjoy yourselves lovebirds!" Carmen called after us. "We won't stay out long!"

"Use protection!" Carmen laughed. A blush rose to my cheeks. Ian grabbed my hand and lead me to the car. Did I miss something? Ian opened my door for me. "You didn't have to." I said, but Ian shook his head. "I insist."

(Carmen' s P.O.V.)

Someone knocked on the door. What was Chelsea doing home so early? Did Ian already push her too far? I opened the door and saw Scott. A foul taste filled my mouth. "Chelsea isn't here." I tried to shut the door on him, but his hand struck the door and he looked at me with pleading eyes. "Tell her I'm sorry."

"Who's Mickey?" I asked him. I would get answers that Chelsea couldn't get. "She's... My girlfriend." My eyes widened.