Chapter 3

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> Scott's POV <

We all were (supposed to be) asleep on the tour bus, as it was 12am and we had a long day ahead of us, but I couldn't sleep. I mean, I was thinking about a 16 year old! I feel crazy, as I am 22 years old. That's 6 years apart. It does sound crazy but my parents were 11 years apart so it's not that weird...

"I need to eat something, God, I'm hungry..." I said aloud. I sat up and carefully jumped out of my top bunk, not wanting to wake anyone up. I tiptoed into the front of the bus and opened the mini-fridge. I grabbed a yogurt and sat down on the couch.

"Can't sleep either?" I nearly fell out of my seat as Avi's deep voice quietly drifted along.

I nod. "Jesus, you scared me, Avi. You can't just do that to a half asleep boy!" I whisper, patting the seat next to me, gesturing for him to sit next to me. He placed himself next to me. He was wearing his green flannel, quite fluffy, pajama pants and grey shirt.

"Why are you still awake? You're usually the first one out," I ask. He yawns before answering.

"I don't know. I'm tired, but my eyes don't want to close. It's strange," he says.

"Probably anxiety or something. Anything happen today?" I ask, putting my hand on his shoulder. I feel him tense, then release.

"Well, I saw this girl at the VIP meetup, you know? And we just kinda had a connection. She looked familiar, I just don't know where from. I know this seems stupid," He says, sounding sheepish.

"Woah, no way. That happened to me, too. Except I hadn't recognized her at all. All I noticed was the way she looked at me. I feel like I'm in some cheesy love story," I look down at my feet.

"That's why we can't sleep. It's love. No one can sleep through love," Avi says, patting my back. "I'm gonna warm up some milk, wan't some?" He stands up and approaches the fridge. My yogurt cup was empty, but I still wasn't sleepy.

"Yeah, sure, that'd be nice." I stand up and throw out my cup.

> Skylar's POV <

He still hasn't replied to it. Now I feel embarrassed. What if he said that just to flatter me? What if he wrote that on everyone's picture that mentioned there username? I feel like a dork. Maybe he fell asleep and he hasn't checked his twitter yet. He isn't ignoring me, he probably turned push notifications of for twitter since he gets so many notifications. Everything will be okay. I call Kennedy back, it rings twice before she picks up.

"So, are you ready to explain why you screamed and hung up?" She asked.

"Sorry about that, there was a BIG reason that I screamed like that," I explained to her what the card said and everything that happened after I hung up.

"Has he replied yet?! I'm literally screaming inside, you're so lucky!" she squeals a little bit again.

"No, he hasn't replied. But I'm sure he hasn't checked twitter yet or maybe he's asleep. You don't think he said that just to flatter me, would he?" my heart hurts a little just thinking that I'm not special.

"Nah, we would've known about that by now if he did that to plenty of other fans, he's probably asleep," my friend is good at cheering me up. "Why do you think he said that to you, but no one else?"

"I don't know, maybe that 'romantic' stare wasn't just a random 'romantic' stare. Maybe it meant something. I highly doubt that, though. Why would Scott Hoying be staring at me, and not judging me?" My heart is doing backflips thinking about him thinking about me.

"I wouldn't doubt him staring at you because you're 'hot'. You're gorgeous!" I laugh a little at my friend's enthusiasm about how gorgeous I am.

"Thanks, Kennedy. I'm gonna rest a bit if I can't stop thinking about Pentatonix and seeing their faces so close up."

"Alright, bye for now," The line clicks, ending the call. I put my phone down on my bedside table and crawled under the blankets. I'm glad I wore my comfortable leggings because I'm too tired to get up and change.

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hey! it's been over a month i'm so so so sorry. i'll try to write more, but until next time xx -adri

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