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Scott paces the nearly empty hallways of his highschool. Said boy missed his bus due to it's frankley idiotic set up. Whatever. He'd probably care less is he wasn't going to be stuck at school for another two hours until his mom can come get him.
It takes him a while but he finds a hallway near the auditorium and sits down, back to the cold brick wall.
If you asked him why he chose this spot he'd say he just likes this part of the school. Maybe that is why. Maybe it's because he's hoping to see someone.
Scott tries to pass time drawing. It's kinda the only thing he's good at. I mean he's good at other things but there's always someone even better that him. He hates it.
After spending a few minutes stuck in his thoughts, he hears foot steps, nothing unusual, people pass by pretty frequently.
Scott looks up for a second to get a glance at the person walking.
Jimmy fucking Solidarity. God damnit, not him. Anyone but him.
Scott's heart aches for a second at the sight of the blond, he feels dizzy, lightheaded, he feels ill.
If Jimmy noticed him, he didn't make it obvious, going into a door, that leads to a back hallway behind the choir and theatre room, it also connects the stage.
Scott rummages through his bag, pulling out some sour candy and downing it. His teacher back in middle school said eating sour things helps to calm down, so now he keeps some in his bag.
A few minutes after the blond disappears to another room, he comes out of a door a few feet next the the door he originally went through.
Huh, weird.
This time he looks in Scott's direction, he smiles softly, before speaking "Hey, Scott." His tone is soft.
For some reason Scott was sure his voice would've changed by the last time they've spoken to each other. As you might've expected, it was exactly the same.
"Hey Scott?" Scott repeats back, theres confusion in his voice. "Jimmy, we-"
His voice cuts off, they've barely even started a conversation and he's already struggling to get sentences out.
"We haven't talked all year." Scott gets out, his tone is more confused than anything, he's not even sure he knows what emotion he's trying to convey.
Jimmys expression fades, worried. "I'm sorry, are you mad at me?" He asks genuinely.
"Mad at you?" He pauses, looking at Jimmy and if he'd just grown three new heads. "Mad at you?" He laughs softly, like he'd just heard the funniest joke he's ever heard. "I could never be mad at you."
Jimmy looks relieved and confused at the same time. Waiting for the other to speak further.
"I- I" Scott starts, gathering his thoughts before he continues speaking. "It's four months Into the school year and we haven't talked." He pauses for a second to take a breath. "Ive missed you. I do miss you. I-" he takes another breath. "I miss humor, I miss your passion."
He looks at Jimmy, before speaking directly to him. "Don't even think about talking for the next 30 seconds." He wants to make sure he's not interrupted while he's basically pouring his heart out.
"I miss us talking all the time, I hate that I messed it up by telling you I like you." He takes a really long breath, preparing to say a lot in such a little time.
He's about to start talking before cutting himself off, groaning in annoyance before just choosing a random starting point of talking. "Your eyes aren't green. By the way. They are but they also have some hazel in them, and they change in different lights, they're honestly beautiful." He takes another breath.
"You're amazing at acting, like actually amazing, you're passion is something so so special, I know you have that whole "Im supposed to be good at this" thing, but that's bullshit. You are good at it."
He has another thing he'd like to bring up, he debates bringing it up at all. "I- I had. I had a dream yesterday that you added me on Instagram." He looks away from the other while saying this part. "W-which is weird!! I don't even have Instagram, and I'd bet money you don't either." He realises what he means so he just jumps to the point.
"Over the summer I kept having dreams with you in it, not even weird dreams. Just dreams where you were there. I missed you so much it actually makes me lightheaded to see you in real life sometimes."
"I'm so scared. I'm terrified to get over you- because- you're you. You're hilarious and charming and and- so smart but stupid at the same time."
He takes a huge breath again.
"I'm actually terrified I'll never find anyone like you again. I'm terrified because I felt so amazing when I was in love with you, I don't want to get over that.".
"And- and there was a reason it was so amazing, and that's because YOU'RE amazing. You're amazing. And- I'm- I'm in love with you."
He might be crying, he might not be, he can't really feel anything right now. Seeing Jimmy genuinely feels like getting shot in the heart repeatedly and being forced to keep living.
"Um, you can speak now. If you want to." Scott ushers the other to say something back. When he looks up he just sees Jimmy staring at him, he doesn't say anything, neither of them do.
So as any reasonable person does he runs.
Forget his bag, or his sketchbook, he can grab them later, right now he just needs to get out of this situation.
He would be able to hear the faint noises of Jimmy shuffling to gather up Scott's belongings, if he was able to hear anything other than his rapidly beating heart.
At least, they didn't have any classes together. Unfortunately he has almost all of his classes with Jimmy's entire friend group.
God, Scott's never coming back to this school.