Love Square | Pentatonix Fanfic |

Love Square | Pentatonix Fanfic |

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A story from @Vivi_Hippi. "He looked into his lap. 'It stared 2 years ago.' 'What started 2 years ago?' 'I started loving you.' My heart stopped." Pentatonix has been a tight group of friends for years. What happens when feelings change? Mitch has had his eyes on Scott for years, but he tries to keep his distance as a friend. Scott was the boy who made Mitch realized that he was, well, as straight a Scott's spine. Scott, however, has his eyes on a tall brunette who works in the stage crew. His name is Jeremy. Jeremy got caught up in the beautiful whirlwind that is Kirstin Maldonado. He has worked for Kirstin and the rest of her band since they began touring the world in 2012. He can't seem to shake the feeling that her and Mitch have an extra special bond, so he tries to avoid the awkwardness that would come with flirting. Kirstie, poor girl, has been in love with Mitch since they began dating in high school. It killed her that Mitch was gay. Since then, she has come to terms with it, but she can't seem to forget their pack to get married if their single and thirty-five. What happens when one courageous characters puts there feelings on the line in a game of drunken truth or dare?
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Hickey's were hard to hide. That was one of the thoughts circling in Mitch's head when he stood in front of the mirror that morning. He touched the purple marks and squinted, hoping that maybe they weren't that noticeable, but knew that it was a lost cause. They were all over his collarbone, his shoulder. High up into his neck and behind his ear. He sighed and threw his head back, closing his eyes for the moment. // one shot/short story,, not the most original plot ever, but it's fun to write. // 22.5K

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