Vocalized Love (Scott Hoying / Pentatonix) -DISCONTINUED-

3 - The Sleep Over

Scott and I pulled away after the kiss and looked into each others eyes. He smiled. I smiled right back. "Wow. You're a great kisser," Said Scott. I felt myself blushing. "I honestly have no idea how to respond to that," I giggled. Both if us then burst into fits of laughter.

"Wanna watch a movie? We can order pizza?" Scott suggested. "Sure," I answered. "What pizza do you like?" Asked Scott. "Um, any so long as there's no vegetables on it," I replied. "That was what I was hoping you'd say," Scott laughed. He picked up the phone and rang the pizza place and ordered a cheese, pepperoni and bacon pizza.

"What movie should we watch?" He asked. "We could watch a horror, funny..." He then paused for a minute. "Romantic." I had a think. "What about a horror?" I replied. "OK then. I have loads of horrors. I even that new film, Ouija," Scott said. "Really! I have wanted to see Ouija so badly," I stated.

Scott walked over to the shelf and pulled out Ouija. He was about to put in the disk but the doorbell rang. Scott walked out into the hall and answered the door. He came back a few minutes later with the pizza. He put the disk into the DVD player and pressed play.

We sat down on the sofa with the pizza laid out in front of us. The movie started and we took a slice of pizza. I took little nibbles from mine whilst Scott took big bites. About 15 minutes through the movie Scott had ate two slices and was starting his third. I was only half way through my first.

I swallowed a tiny bite then placed on the other side of the box. Scott looked at me. Before he could say anything I quickly said, "Not really hungry." I fake smiled. He nodded. "Ok." But I could see the suspicion in his eyes.

After the movie, which was really scary, Scott ran upstairs and cvame back with a pair of football shorts and one of his shirts. "I don't really think you'd wanna wear them to bed," he explained. He handed me the clothes then we walked upstairs. He showed me my room. "Goodnight," Smiled Scott. "Night," I smiled back.

I got dressed into the clothes Scott gave me. I looked in the mirror. I was huge! I don't even fit into a six foot man's clothes. I'm massive, I thought to myself. I sighed. I took one of my diet pills and climbed into bed.

Scott's p.o.v

It was 10:30 in the morning. I was waiting for Imogen to come downstairs. When she came downstairs I saw her. I was shocked. My shirt was a dress on her! "Imogen, we need to talk," I said. I could here the worryness in my voice. Imogen sat from across me.

"Yes?" She asked, a little nervous. "You. Are. Not. Fat. Get that into your head. I could tell by last night with the pizza. And the clothes on you now. It looks like you're gonna snap any minute," I said. She gulped.

I sighed. "Imogen, I want to help you. I want to help you get through the pain," I signed. "But I'm fat..." Imogen protested. She hung her head in shame. "Okay, promise me you'll eat at least two meals everyday?" I asked. "How would you know though?' She questioned me.

"Aha, that's where I ask you something important," I mentioned. She nodded as if to say continue on. "Will you be my house mate?" I asked. Imogen looked up. Suddenly a smile spread on her face. "Yes, of course. And I promise," she replied. I smiled back. "Thank you," I said.

I then cooked up a breakfast - bacon, eggs, sausages and French toast. I served it to her. "Scott Hoying is cooking? Well that's weird," she laughed. "Yeah, I figured that," I laughed back. "I'll be right back, I just have to get my phone from my room," I lied.

Really, I went into her room and searched through her pockets. I know that sounds a little weird but yesterday I found a pill on the sofa. And I'm concerned about her. I then pulled out two things. The pills and a... Blade... I shook my head.

I walked downstairs. "Imogen, what are these?" I asked showing her the items. "Why were you looking through my stuff!" Imogen exclaimed. "Look, I knew there was something wrong, okay. I just want you to be happy!" I exclaimed back. Imogen sighed. Sher finished her food in silence.

When I saw she was gone I looked at her plate. She left only the crusts on her toast, a sausage and a bit of bacon. I saw her in the sitting room on her phone. "Imogen, I'm glad you ate that breakfast. I'm going out shopping so I'll be back in a while. "Okay," she replied. "You're not mad at me, are you?" I asked concerned.

She shook her head and showed me her phone. That Daniel guy texted her. I hugged her and told her not to worry about it. She smiled. I ran upstairs to get my phone for real this time "Thanks, Scott, see you later," she said. "Bye," I called back as I walked out the door.

Imogen's p.o.v

The minute he was gone I ran upstairs into the bathroom. After that fatty meal I'm sure I put on some weight. I hopped on the scale and groaned. Still 10lbs left. I climbed off and went into Scott's room. I looked through his drawers. But I didn't hear the door open downstairs.

Scott then walked in. "Looking for something?" He asked. I sighed. "I know what you're looking for after that fatty breakfast." "Where are they?" I asked through gritted teeth. "I flushed them," he confessed. "Do you know how hard they are to get?!" I shouted.

"Imogen! They're illegal! Not as 'oh, I'm a pill so I'll be illegal!' 'They kill you' illegal. You don't even need them! People get heart attacks from them!" Scott shouted back. He rubbed his for head and sighed.

"I'm sorry for shouting. Its just... Oh never mind," said Scott. "I'm sorry too," I said back. "Why are you back so quick anyway?" "Forgot my wallet," laughed Scott.