Reconnection ~ (Scömìche)

The Morning After

A/N: I'm crying at how good Future Friends is okay. My faves are probably Future Friends, Heartthrob and Sexy Ladies but I love them all so it's hard to decide. What's yours?!

Enjoy this chapter!

misbehavinmitchy x

SCOTT:

Once again I was startled awake to the beats of Esther practically banging my door down. She had a key so I don't know why she insisted on ringing the doorbell incessantly and hammering on the door knocker trillions of times.

I opened one eye and groaned. The light pouring in through the full length windows hit me like an arrow to the eye and my head throbbed jarringly. I stretched my back in dismay as I realised I'd crashed on the couch, still fully dressed, Gucci boots and all.

"Scott!" Esther shouted. "Get up and open this door right now!"

I groaned again, sitting up on the couch and attempting to comprehend my surroundings. My stomach churned worryingly as I kicked off my shoes and swung my legs onto the ground. A sideways glance at the clock told me it was just past nine a.m, but it felt like I hadn't had more than a couple of hours sleep.

"Scott!" Esther yelled again.

I saw her black rimmed glasses through a little opening and realised she was peering at me through the letterbox. I grimaced as I caught her eye, but hurried over to the front door and unlocked it as quickly as my hands would allow.

"Hey," I croaked, as she pushed past me into the house.

"I told you not to get so drunk!" she started scolding, raising her voice further. "You're allowed to have fun, Scott! But you can't just jeopardise your career like that!"

I looked down at Esther's attire. She, too, was still in last night's outfit, her usually sleek hair pulled roughly into a messy ponytail and her feet bare. Her heels had been slung down by the door on the way in. What could have been so serious that Esther hadn't even been home yet? I gawped at her in confusion. What did I do?!

I racked my brain for answers, or just for anything really. I did remember the party. I remembered giving a speech thanking everyone. I remembered Esther's questionable dance moves. I remembered Kirstin's excitement at conversing with Ryan Gosling. I remembered Jeremy's obsession with the fast food. I remembered Mitch's orange shirt and tight fitting jeans. I remembered-

"Scott!" Esther shouted again in exasperation. "Are you going to say anything?!" 

Her hands were on her hips and she was staring me down intensely, eyes wild.

"I- What? What did I do?" I whispered, slumping back down onto the couch with my head in my hands. "I can't think right now."

I shook my head from side to side, as if that would somehow enlighten me to the situation. I really, really tried to remember, but my brain had decided to betray me this time, as I, for the life of me, couldn't recall anything past about two a.m. I peered up at Esther through my fingertips, praying that somehow she'd decided to turn into a different person completely and was simply playing a horrific prank.

"You disappeared!" I zoned back into what Esther was saying. "You left!"

I crumpled my eyebrows together, sitting up straight to confront my manager.

"I left?"

"Yes! Nobody know where you were! The cake was brought out and you were nowhere to be seen, and then I had to cover for you when all the guests were leaving and you weren't aroun-"