Stars Align (Book 2 of 4) (Scomiche)

Absolution

Trigger Warning: If suicide/suicide related content offends you, please don't read. I feel like any story involving it should warn beforehand. 

Do you know how frustrating it is writing Scomiche and not being able to have them get together because it doesn't happen until the sequel?! So many times I've looked at this story and been tempted to just make them kiss lmao. 

There's going to be one more chapter after this, that's if I decide not to split it up. We'll see. Please look out for it, I'll have it up by tomorrow night.

Alsoooo...if you didn't see I started a One Shot storybook. :) I have a couple of requests I will start working on soon and one story is up now! Please go check that out :) and it's not just for Scomiche, but for all of PTX. Please send me requests/ideas! :) 

As always, please vote and comment with your thoughts <3 and again, trigger warning :\

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Scott’s POV

One thing I’ve always loved about music is that it can alter your mood no matter how awful your mood is. Tonight, though, it didn’t do anything for me. I just sat in this strange hallway with strange people passing me now and then, wondering about my life. Alcohol had been suppressing everything these past few months.

Mitch stopped speaking to me. He started shutting off and I don’t think there was any way of getting him back at this point. It killed me, but I was too scared to face him. I didn’t want to see him depressed…

Keith was sent away again, this time for good, and his friends would be temporarily gone as well. The torch seemed to be passed onto Steven, though. Steven was stupid about it though – he’d do it publically to boost his reputation and he was only one more step away from getting expelled. Mitch fought back now though, which is something I never saw him do before. He was getting stronger and was able to at least keep himself from getting completely obliterated.  What he made up for in now physical strength he lacked in emotional. He was completely shut off from everyone, even Kirstie. He’s barely spoken to her. He started locking his doors so no one would drop by. He’d shut off his phone if we tried to call and invite him anywhere. His parents started working all the time again so no one was really around to watch him.

I took another sip from the beer I was nursing. “You’re definitely not having vodka.” Grace’s voice startled me. I looked up to see her standing next to me. She sat down and looked at me with a smile. Her blonde hair was now in a faux-hawk, with slightly shaved sides and the middle propped up just a bit. “Beer before liquor makes you sicker. Liquor before beer…”

“You’re in the clear.”

“That’s my boy.” She rested her head on my shoulder and swung her red solo cup back and forth. I could smell the strong mixture of alcohol venting out of her cup. We were both trainwrecks, and more recently we’d been spending all of our time together. Grace had her own string of problems that made her the way she was. She was wild and rebellious and never listened to authority, but she secretly had a heart of gold she only let her good friends see. Abuse had damaged her from when she was a kid and now she was stronger than ever, or so she let on. She came out as gay when she was 14 years old and I’ve never seen her have a girlfriend. She didn’t want a close relationship because “It’d be too much work and I don’t have the patience for that.” But really I think it was because she was afraid to let someone completely in.

“This party’s lame.” I said, looking down at her. She nodded and gulped back the rest of her drink. She stood up on her heels and reached her hand down to me.