Day By Day: Scott Hoying x Reader Oneshots

"It's Gonna Be Okay"

"I can't believe you, Scott Hoying!"

So-said person was hot on your trail, as he, rather forcefully, closed the door to your apartment.

"Y/N, you're overreacting-"

"You just had to show up, didn't you?" you went on. "I told you I had to work late and that I'd be really busy, and you came anyway."

Scott rolled his eyes. "Oh I'm sorry, how dare I visit my girlfriend to see how she's doing.         How inconsiderate of me."

Frustration was building inside of you. "You know I'm under a lot of stress trying to manage things at work, and the last thing I need are distractions."

"Oh, so now I'm a distraction?" Scott crossed his arms.

You gave him a pointed look. "In that moment, yes you were."

Scott blew out a breath and let his hands fall to his sides. "Wow, okay. Sorry for caring."

It was infuriating. It's like he wasn't even listening to you. "You don't get it , do you?" You heard your voice grow louder. "I almost got fired, Scott! I had to make up some cover story so that my boss didn't kick my butt to the curb!"

"And I presume that this is all because of me," Scott said tiredly. He plopped down in a nearby chair.

You struggled to find an answer. He figured you'd say yes. He wanted you to say yes. The frustrating part was that you wanted to, too. And the worse part was that you couldn't bring yourself to say no.

Finally, you threw your hands up in exasperation. "You know what? I don't have time for this. It's late, I'm tired. I'm going to bed." You turned to head for your room. Behind you, you heard Scott mumble something under his breath. And you almost let it go.

Almost.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Nothing."

You whirled around to face him again. "No, I want to hear this."

"I thought you were tired," he deadpanned.

"I thought you weren't a coward."

Scott stared at you for a moment, and you felt a shift as the air around you suddenly became thick.

"I said maybe if you were fired, I'd actually get to see you." His words had the slightest edge to it.

You felt your face grow hot. Apparently his words struck a nerve in you. "What's that supposed to mean?" You asked, tight-lipped.

"Oh come on, Y/N. I barely see you anymore; you're always working late, even on weekends. And when you are at home, you're 'too busy' to do anything. It's like you're never around."

"I'm never around? You take off for months at a time-"

"Hey!" Scott rose from his seat, his six-foot frame now towering over you. "That's different and you know it."

"Is it really, though?" You got in his face, not intimidated in the slightest by his height.

You watched as Scott's face got redder and redder. "My job requires me to travel around, not sit in an office, avoiding my boyfriend."

"I need more than a FaceTime call with bad signal, Scott!"

"Well, at least I make the effort!"

"Well, maybe some of us don't have the time because we have real jobs!"

Dead silence. It was as if a weight had just dropped. And oh god, the pain in his eyes. Suddenly, you weren't so angry anymore.

"Scott..."

"Wow, um, okay." He ran a hand through his blonde hair.

"I...I didn't mean..." You were at a loss for words.

"Right. Of course you didn't." There was a chill in the room. Scott let out a short laugh, harsh-sounding. Then he headed straight for the door.

"Where are you going?"

He stopped and turned to face you. His eyes, bright and full of life...now completely dim and despondent. "What do you care?"

And then he was gone.

                             ***********

Hours had passed and still no sign of Scott. You tried calling him again.

One ring.

Two rings.

Pick up.

Three rings.

Pick up.

Four.

Five.

"Hey, this is Scott. I'm sorry I couldn't answer my phone right now-"

You hung up. You tried Mitch as you anxiously paced around the carpet floor.

"Hello?"

"Hey Mitch, is Scott with you right now?"

"No, he isn't. Why do you ask?"

"No reason, I just haven't seen him in a while. That's all," you replied, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in your gut.

"Y/N, is everything okay?"

"Yep. I'm sure he'll be home soon," you lied.

"Well, alright. Bye honey."

"Bye." After hanging up, you immediately called Kirstin. He wasn't with her either. You tried everyone you knew. Kevin, Nina, Ben Bram, Mario, Rozzi, Alex, Luke. Nowhere. It was nearing 9:00pm and you had one last person to call. You hands shaking, you dialed the number.

"Hello?"

"Matt? Hey, is Scott there with you?"

"No, I haven't seen him since this afternoon."

Your insides turned to ice. "Oh God," you said aloud.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh God, it's all my fault." Your breathing came out in shallow breaths, as tears threatened to spill.

"What's your fault? Y/N, what happened?"

You sank to the floor, pulling at you hair.
"S-Scott...and I-I don't know, and it's all my fault and-"

"Okay, Y/N? I'm coming over right now. Give me fifteen minutes; can you hold on till then?"

You felt yourself nod. "Uh huh."

"Okay, I'm on my way. It's gonna be alright, I promise."

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Guess who it is? Back from the dead? A senior in high school? Your favorite author C.J!

Y'all, it's been a hot minute. And I guess on my first day back I decided to give y'all some angst lol. Anyway, while I started up my writing again, I can't promise consistent updates, as it is senior year...

But, I am back though, so whoo!