Vincent and Scott have always had an interesting relationship. Both far too old, far too busy to use the term "boyfriend". And neither are sure they're ready for that anyway. But when the question arises for the both of them, what are we... what will their answer be? ((Very minor self harm warning))
frida saw it in her eyes; the compassion this blonde has for music, it was burning like forest fire. she can't let her dreams die, so she just said, ❝you're in.❞
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This is a Fridnetha fanfic! And it's my first ever so don't judge lmao