group chat // bbs

seventeen

ten minutes later there was a knock on scott's door, and with a sigh he reluctantly pulled himself out of bed and let craig in.
he wasn't really in the mood to talk to anyone, but if it got the guys off his case for a while then he saw no reason not to.

"hey bud," craig said, walking into the house, and towards his friend. it was clear from his facial expression that he knew scott wasn't holding up well; the unwashed hair and puffy eyes gave that away, and he felt a pang in his chest for him.
scott tried to force a smile, but before he even had the chance to he was engulfed in a hug, and without a second thought he collapsed into it and started sobbing uncontrollably. a few words tumbled out of his mouth every couple of seconds, but amid the tears they just sounded like pained gasps for air.
he missed his best friend.
he missed everything about him. every joke. every smile. every laugh.
he missed every day, every hour and every minute he had spent with him.
it hurt like hell.
but he knew it was his fault and he knew marcel would've never liked him back, and there was nothing he could do about it now.