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Hi there. I'm Scott Evans. You've probably seen me before, but I can guarantee that it was most likely one of my brothers. I'm one of the three triplets so you could easily have mistaken me for them. I live in Miami, where I work. Thanks to an English Lit. degree I've started writing. Besides this, I love to party, so hit me up if you want a good time. If you have any questions about me or my brothers, feel free to send them.

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[The last time that she had kissed Scott had been right before she left. Being with him was the only good part left after the tape got leaked, and she wanted that one last night with him.  Pretending to be asleep had been the easy part, but leaving him while he dozed had almost broken her heart on the spot. Almost everyone was on Winter break, so no one was really there to watch her sneak out of the frat house and to the car that had been waiting for her, and the rest of history.

But now she was back in his arms and it was like the distance hadn’t been there at all. Kitty was almost positive that her feelings had grown monumentally since she had come back, but then again she wasn’t trying to squish them down anymore. She was free to have them for Scott Evans…if she let herself.

His question made her drop her eyes down and she moved her hands down to his arms, thumbs gently running over the insides of his forearms.]

I want to be. I just…don’t want to hurt anyone anymore. But this, this being apart and everything…it’s hurting us.

[She lifted her eyes to his and offered a one-shoulder shrug.]

I wish I knew what was the right thing.

[Scott almost knew what the answer was going to be. He didn’t understand why they couldn’t just forget about Sam for a bit and give them a shot; a chance. If Sam could move on from Scott and Kitty having slept together, then maybe he could do the same from them actually being together. It was just tiring out Scott. He just wanted to be happy for once. Sometimes he wish he could go back to being the playboy that he had been in college; the king of partying, who had a new girl every night. Now, he could barely get himself to even flirt with another girl, if he hadn’t had something to drink before, because he only wanted to flirt with Kitty.

Being tired of the entire situation, Scott stood up from the couch, sucking in a deep breath. He was trying to calm himself down, keep his temper from growing. He walked around in his apartment, the blanket being thrown off long ago, and he was getting cold as he only wore a t-shirt and his boxers. Stopping in his tracks, he looked back at Kitty, his mind working overtime.]

What if I went away? That way, you could forget everything about me, and be with Sam. Because it seems like he’s the only obstacle in this at the moment, and it seems like you can’t forget him and just be with me. So maybe you should just be with him.

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[He kissed her back. He was kissing her back. That was a weight off of her shoulders by itself. Part of her felt like he was going to reject her and kick her out, yell at her for messing with him or for making it harder. Kitty was more than ecstatic about the fact that she was not on her way out in that moment. Instead, she was drawn back to him by his hands on her waist, his lips back against hers.

Her hands moved back to tangle in his hair and she reciprocated the feel of his lips moving against hers. It felt so, so nice. Kitty hadn’t been kissed like that since she left. Well…if she was being honest then she hadn’t been kissed at all. Her break away from Miami wasn’t spent gallivanting around with foreign men and one-night stands. She had honestly spent most of it by herself and so to be close to someone again, to be close to Scott again, was everything right in the world compiled into one.

She kissed him and kissed him and kissed him until her lungs were screaming at her and she pulled away. Her breathing was labored, chest rising and falling back down with quick pants as her eyes traveled all around his face. Her thumb still moved over his earlobe, down his neck, while her fingers sifted through his hair.]

I missed that.

[Her eyes landed on his lips and she had to practically rip her gaze back up to his, licking her lips to see how long that buzz would last.]

[This was, by far, the most amazing feeling that Scott had felt in a long time. It was like everything else didn’t matter. It was like the entire world just disappeared with every single problem it had thrown at them, and left Kitty and Scott to themselves. It was just everything that Scott wanted and had dreamt of ever since their last time together. He remembered it. They hadn’t been seeing each other regularly, because Kitty had ended the hook-up, but they had still been together a few times after that. He remembered how he got to watch her fall asleep that night, how he got to stroke her hair and how he got to kiss her shoulder, before going to sleep and waking up and not seeing her again until recently. He thought he would never get the chance to see her again. But here he was, kissing her with every passion inside of him. When they pulled away from each other, because of the need for air, Scott let his lips hang loose, in complete shock over what had just happened.]

So did I.

[Opening his eyes again, his lips finally came back to life and they curled up into a small smile. But it slowly fell again.]

Why can’t we just be together, Kitty?

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[Being back in his arms had made Kitty’s heart beat faster in her chest. Her mouth had dried. Her limbs felt heavy. It was as if she wanted to just sink into him and stay there, where she felt like she could just be herself and not be worried about any job or any other person. But that’s exactly why she had to pull back. He said that he couldn’t do all of that and she didn’t want to make it harder on him.

Her eyes stayed on him as he unwrapped his sandwich and Kitty frowned. Why was it so hard? This is why she avoided relationships. It’s even more difficult than she thought it could be, but for entirely different reasons.]

Yeah…

[Her eyes danced all around his face, trying to get any sort of sign or anything. She didn’t even know what she was looking for, though, to be honest. Kitty pursed her lips and before she could stop herself she was reaching out to halt his movements, careful to not disturb his hurt hand.]

Scott–

[And then her hands were gently turning his head and she was moving close to him and her lips were on his and she could practically feel her heart sighing with relief as she held them together. The kiss was only a few seconds, but it was enough to send her mind and heart whirling. Her forehead pressed against his and she didn’t dare to open her eyes, she just sat there – just waiting to see his reaction.]

[Scott absolutely hated himself and the position that he was in. He just wanted to be with Kitty, but he hated the fact that Sam hated him for it, and he hated the fact that he had messed things up for the girl - even though she said that he hadn’t. He knew that he had, why else had he been feeling so guilty ever since Christmas last year?

But was it really fair? Scott just wanted to be with Kitty. He had feelings for the girl; something that he had never had before. He had never tried anything like this. He had never felt such a strong want to be with someone before, but it was literally all he wanted. That was why he couldn’t help but sulk and want to drown his sorrows, when he couldn’t be with her.

His eyes were stuck on the croissant in his hand, sincerely thankful that she had bought him breakfast. It was kind of their thing; the whole breakfast deal. At least, it reminded him of their first time together. But his eyes were still sad about the whole situation and not getting to be close to her again. That was until he heard her soft voice and felt her small hands turn his head, and then he felt her lips against his and he couldn’t help but close his eyes, and feel his stomach literally swirl around in his stomach. His hands moved to her waist and he kissed her back, until she pulled away again, his face moving with her, almost magnetically attracted to her lips. Scott gulped and opened his eyes, looking into hers, before instantly moving back in, his lips crashing against hers.]

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[Her hand had been diving towards the bag against to fish out napkins for the both of them when she saw Scott set down his sandwich. She was about to ask him if something was wrong with it, but then he was moving closer to her and wrapping her body up in his arms and it made her heart nearly drop into her stomach.]

W-Wha…

[But her voice dropped as he spoke and his words made her breath hitch a little. His voice sounded so low, so genuine. She furrowed her brow, but then her arms were moving of their own accord and soon she was wrapped around him just as much – arms around his neck and her face pressed into his hair.]

Scott…

[She wasn’t warning him, like she had to do often in text messages to each other before all of the trouble started. Instead, she was just reveling in the moment that she had with him. Her fingers moved up to his hair and she gently scratched his scalp. It was only a minute or so later that Kitty realized what she was doing and she pulled back.]

You need to eat something. And keep the ice on your hand.

[Scott breathed in deeply, taking in her scent - it was clean but still with a hint of something absolutely mesmerizing, like a flower-y and fruity scent. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was, but he enjoyed it. It was nice. Closing his eyes, he adored the feeling of her arms around him. He didn’t want this to stop, it reminded him of the times he had had with her, when they were in college, a year ago. He got to hold her then too, smell her, enjoy every single second with her. Now, he barely got to be this close to her. 

Feeling her fingers in his hair, scratching his scalp made Scott shiver slightly. God, he just wanted to be with her, he just wanted to do everything he had told her about, everything he thought about. He just wanted her really.

Scott felt Kitty pull away after a bit, and he sighed in defeat, his eyes opening and his arms loosening. He pulled back and moved his gaze to his lap, trying to avoid Kitty’s eyes.]

I...yeah. 

[He grabbed the sandwich, taking in a deep breath and unwrapping it from various packaging in complete silence, hating the fact that he couldn’t be with her.]

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[Why was she there? Kitty had to think about it, but she knew that it all boiled down to the fact that it was Scott sitting next to her. That she cared about it. That she missed him and missed seeing him happy. It really hadn’t been since she left. Months and months ago. She took in a deep breath and gave a small shrug, her eyes falling back to her hand on the pack.]

Because it’s you.

[She cleared her throat and moved to start taking the breakfast sandwiches out of the brown bag on the table in front of them.]

I got you one of those sausage croissant things. Smells kinda gross, but. Sounds like it’s a hangover miracle.

[She took out her own sandwich, avocado and cheese, and then the two bottles of water. Kitty handed one over with the smallest of smiles.]

Better than a beer right now. Trust me.

[Scott didn’t understand anything. Because it was him? That didn’t make much sense to him, but then again, he had probably drank his own bodyweight in alcohol, so there wasn’t much that made sense to him right there. He didn’t dare to ask further into it, as it seemed like Kitty wanted to move on and not really want to talk about it. Instead, he accepted the croissant and smiled softly as he looked down at it. It was such a lovely gesture; one he hadn’t seen since he was a little boy, and his mom would bring him something nice when he was sick. He couldn’t help but feel a bit sensitive as Kitty took out the water bottles; maybe it was the alcohol still in his body, but he was really thankful that she was there to help him out. That was why he set his sandwich down on the table, and moved closer to Kitty, wrapping his arms around her petite frame and burying his face in her neck, his voice coming out muffled against her skin.]

Thank you. Thank you so much.

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[His hand looked terrible and Kitty silently mourned the fact that both of them weren’t twins in looking like they had before. She had always liked his hands, and as hot as it might be that he could fight someone it still didn’t sit well in her stomach that this was the outcome.

She reached into her bag with one hand, the other staying with his and softly running her thumb over the part that wasn’t so yellow and purple.]

I brought an ice pack.

[From her bag she pulled it out and gently cracked it against her thigh to activate it. Then, keeping her eyes on his hand, she gently laid it against the worst of it and pressed down just a bit.]

On for ten minutes. Off for ten. And repeat.

[Her voice was soft and she finally lifted her eyes to his.]

 I don’t like seeing you like this.

[Moving his eyes to Kitty’s backpack, he watched her pull out the ice pack and smiled softly to himself, as he still felt her thumb on his skin. It was as if her touch was magical, because it didn’t hurt as much when she touched it, as it had when it was just left to be. He snapped out of it when he heard what she said and felt her replace her hand with the ice pack.]

Thank you. I appreciate it.

[Swallowing, Scott clenched his jaw, trying to avoid Kitty’s eyes. He didn’t need to feel even more guilty than he did already. Shifting in his seat, Scott leaned back and looked up at Kitty, giving her an apologetic smile.]

I don’t like being like this, but it makes me forget about everything.

[Realizing what he was trying to forget, his smile and gaze fell. Seeing Kitty had made him forget about Sam, proving to him that the alcohol had no effect whatsoever.]

Why are you here?

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[For everything worth the world, Kitty could not understand anything that happened in the past few days. She thought that she and Scott were moving to a nice place between them with the dinner, but then he was all quiet during it and all she could think was that she wasn’t living up to his expectations of what she could be like outside of the bedroom. Then he ignored her and all for her to find out that it was all because Sam made him feel like he had ruined her life and it was really all just one big mess that gave Kitty enough of a headache to last at least fifty years. All that she could be sure of was that Scott was laying up in his place with what could be as close to a broken hand as he could get without it being so, a hangover, and well. She was worried. It’s just something that happened. So, she got her butt to his place as quick as she could with her backpack filled with anything they could need and a bag from the deli down the block from her apartment. She didn’t even realize she was in front of Scott’s door until her hand knocked against it and he opened it up. One look at him made her wince before a glare settled back on.]

You look terrible.

[She pushed past him and took a look around. The place was a mess, even. How symbolic for their…situation. Her eyes landed back on him and she softened just a bit. Kitty set her bags down and moved to sit next to him, gingerly taking his hurt hand and turning it to look at the damage.]

What happened?

[Scott had closed his eyes, them hurting and banging in his head. He couldn’t take the pain, it was the worst he had tried, since the first time he had been drunk, back in high school. But it was nice that Kitty wanted to take care of him. He liked that.

Wincing softly as she took his damaged hand into hers, he also couldn’t help the shiver that ran down his spine. It was a bittersweet feeling; her holding his hand, but his hand hurting like hell. He couldn’t help but chuckle, his laugh coming out raw, due to the amount of cigarettes he had smoked the night before.]

A guy asked me if I wanted to fight, and I said yes. It was fun, but I can’t remember much else after that.

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KITTY: Just...don't move.

KITTY: I'll be there soon.

SCOTT: And I'll be here

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KITTY: I'm not stupid. I'm coming to help you.

SCOTT: I didn't call you stupid?

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[Sitting up in bed, Scott rubbed his temple, his eyes squinting from the sun coming in from the window. He had the hangover from hell and it was killing him. Wincing when he felt the pain in his hand, he dropped it and grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around him instead as he got out of bed. He had no idea what had happened during the last part of Puck and Scott’s night out, but he had somehow ended up in the girl’s locker room at BSU. Scott managed to get to his feet and make his way into the living room, groaning at the empty bottles that stood on the coffee table, remembering how he had tried to drown his sorrows over Kitty Wilde. Now, she was coming over and Scott was really not prepared for all of it. He quickly grabbed all of the bottles and threw them all in a paper bag and hid them away, so Kitty wouldn’t see them. His apartment was a mess, but what could the guy do when he heard the knock on his door. Scott walked over and opened it, his eyes almost closing from the sunlight that came in, and he groaned slightly as he stepped back to let the girl in.]

Hi, come on in. Make yourself at home.

[Scott walked over to the couch and sat down, continuing to rub his temple, this time with his good hand instead.]

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KITTY: You have a hangover and a bruised-as-Hell hand because of drinking last night. There's no way that I'm going to push you into more of that.

SCOTT: Oh, yeah, could you maybe bring some bandage for that?

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KITTY: I could slap you for that, you know.

SCOTT: What? Why?

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Harley: HYPOTHETICALLY if one was to accidentally adopt a hamster by accident, what should they do? Hypothetically.

Scott: Easy, you should name it after me, of course.

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KITTY: And I'm bringing breakfast.

SCOTT: Could you bring a cold beer as well?

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KITTY: I'm coming over.

SCOTT: Okay.

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KITTY: Are you home?

SCOTT: Yeah, with a hangover from hell.

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KITTY: Too bad. Worrying about it.

SCOTT: It was just for fun.