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Scomarson- How It All Began (Pt.2)

During the rest of their stay at Vegas, Scott felt even more disconnected from Shawn, who seemed distant and slightly off. While Scott spent most of his time with Mark and Mason, Shawn spent most of his time with Danny. 

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"You seem pretty distracted. Who do you keep texting?" Shawn pouted slightly while he sat across the table from Scott. 

"Uh- Just Mark and Mason" Scott replied, barely glancing up from his phone, while his pancakes remained untouched.

Shawn stiffened and pressed his lips together. 

"Both of them?" 

"Yeah, we made a group chat and named it Scomarson" Scott looked up at him and laughed slightly, before continuing to type on his phone. 

"Don't you think you've spend more than enough time with them already?" Shawn asked sharply.

Scott finally put his phone down, slightly alarmed at Shawn's tone.

"What? What are you talking about?" 

"Well, Vegas for starters. Seems like all you cared about the whole time was going to the casino with Mark and Mason. Going for a swim with Mark and Mason. Exploring the nightlife with Mark and Mason. Mark and Mason. Mark and Mason. That's all you seem to fucking care about " Shawn spat angrily, making Scott flinch slightly. 

"Babe, it means nothing. We're just good friends who have a lot in common." Scott tried to explain gently.

"Get along so well that you ignored me, your boyfriend, the whole time in Vegas?"

"I- You're right. I'm sorry. It was insensitive of me, and I should've spent more time with you. But why didn't you just hangout with us in Vegas?" Scott asked.

"Oh trust me, I tried. But y'all didn't include me at all. It seemed like the three of you had inside jokes even though you barely know each. Each time I tried to join in, I felt I felt like a fourth wheel who didn't belong."

"Fourth wheel? That makes no fucking sense. They're a happily committed couple in case you've forgotten." Scott rolled his, eyes feeling annoyed at Shawn's unwarranted jealously. 

"You know, its not only about them. You've been distant and have been ignoring me since the past few weeks, even before Vegas.  Do I mean nothing to you anymore?" Shawn exclaimed.

Scott tensed, feeling a knot form in his stomach. He has always been averse to confrontation, but he knew he had to be honest with Shawn. He owed him that.

"Shawn, I- Um- Lately I just don't feel like things are working out. I mean the spark we had at the start of our relationship just isn't there anymore. We've always know that we're pretty different, and I-I think those differences are catching up".

Shawn looked like he was about to burst into tears. "I guess t-things are different, but we can make it work r-right? I still love you and I know you love me too, Scotty."

Scott looked at Shawn's pleading eyes with a pained expression. He hated seeing people in pain, especially during rare occasions when he was the cause of it it. 

"I do love you Shawn, but I don't think I can be in this relationship any longer."

That's when tears started rolling down Shawn's cheeks. 

"A-are you breaking with me?" 

Scott felt his bottom lip quiver, while he suppressed his own tears. While he knew breaking up was the right decision, the finality of it saddened him more than he expected.

"I'm afraid I am. I'm sorry Shawn. I love you, but-"

Shawn whimpered and scrambled to grab his sunglasses before he stormed out of the cafe. 

Scott quickly left a $20 bill on the table and ran out to follow him. 

"Shawn, wait". Scott called out as he tried to catch up to him.

Shawn ignored him as he stormed towards his car. 

When Shawn was about to unlock his car, Scott finally caught up with him and gripped his right shoulder, forcing Shawn to turn around and face him. 

Shawn looked devastated. Scott had never seen him this upset.

"What the fuck do you want, Scott? Haven't you done enough?" Shawn raised his voice, angrily yanking Scott's arm off his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Shawny. I hate seeing you this upset. C-can we please talk abo-"

"Fuck you, Scott. Just leave me alone. I don't want to ever see you or hear from you again" Shawn spat, his harsh tone making Scott flinch slightly.

Scott stood dumbfounded in the parking lot as Shawn got in his car, slammed the door and sped away.

A.N. Scawn or Scomarson? Which ship do you prefer?

I will post Pt.3 soon!