Kinda short chapter today. I just wanted to thank you guys for the positive feedback. It means A LOT. Well, Onto chapter 3 I supposed. Remember, this will probably be a mike/zoey/scott triangle, so if that bothers you, nobody's making you read this.

Scott was laying on his bed, face planted in his pillow, and awaiting a call he didn't know why he wished would come. He sighed. What the fuck is wrong with me? He had finally had a night that made him feel human and it was gone as quick as it came. He gazed at his phone, wondering if she would actually contact him.

Zoey felt like the day had been going unbelievably slow. She walked back to the kitchen and opened the fridge, trying to think of what she would make for dinner, since it was already five o'clock. She jumped as the doorbell rang, putting her current task aside. Zoey opened the door and saw the large gap toothed smile of her boyfriend. "Hey Zo." He chirped, walking into her house.

"Hey." She responded, a yawn escaping with the casual greeting. "So, I thought we'd watch a movie tonight, if you're ok with that, of course." She laughed softly. He smiled at her, placing a hand on her head and running his lanky fingers through some of her red hair.

"You know you don't always have to be so careful about what other people want, I mean 'if that's ok with you'." He joked. She gave him a slight pouty lip and a playful look out of the corner of her eye. They walked into the living room, Mike sitting down, while she did a jump onto the couch, laying next to him. "So how were the Gemmies?" He asked.

"Boring. I'm pretty sure Chris let Chef do the cooking." Mike made a twisted 'ew' face at the thought. "I uh, I saw Scott."

"Oh. Well how was that?" He hadn't really known what 'i saw Scott' implied. Like if it went well, or was a disaster.

"It was kinda nice. He apologized and stuff. He lives in my town now." She explained.

"Great. Scott lives a total of five minutes away from you and I have to drive an hour to get here." He frowned. She mirrored his expression and he sighed. "I'm sorry, I just don't trust him."

"No I understand. It's ok." She leaned her head up, laying a small kiss on his lips. "Let's not talk about this, k?" He nodded in response, leaning down and giving her a longer kiss in return. "Oh! Dinner! What do you want? I can make something?"

"Why don't we just order a pizza? You always cook when I come over, so I think you should take some time to just relax."

"Ohhhh so my cookings bad now, huh?" She asked playfully. He chuckled. pulling out his phone and ordering a pizza. Afterwards, they watched as many dumb action movies as possible before Zoey had finally felt herself dozing off from exhaustion.

"You look tired, should I leave?" She shook her head and nuzzled into his chest.

"Nah, it's a long drive, so you can just stay over." She hummed. She was being a lot more affectionate than she had been in a while. She'd never invited him to sleep over before. He accepted the offer and adjusted so that they could lay down and properly get some sleep.

"Good night."

Scott couldn't sleep that night. His conscience was getting the better of him. He was alone. He supposed he deserved it for what he did in the past. He looked at the clock and after laying in bed and staring at the ceiling for so long, it was already 7 A.M. "Fuck." He rolled out of bed, running his fingers through his orange hair. His phone began buzzing and he picked it up, disappointed at his mothers voice.

"Scotty? Are you there?"

"Yeah Ma, I'm here." He sighed,

"Oh! Ok! Well, your cousin Leroy is coming down here for a while, so we might be gone a little longer than expected."

"Ok Ma."

"Ok bye baby, Mommy loves you."

"Love you too." He hung up the phone and looked at the screen. At the bottom corner there was a tiny yellow envelope. "A text?" He opened it seeing a casual 'hey', but the name in blue letters is what got him excited. Zoey had decided to text him. Nobody ever texted him except his mom and this was oddly making him happy. He responded with the same casual 'hey' and waited for a reply.

'What's up?' was the next thing to come through. He just gave her a 'nothing much'. It may not had been too much of a conversation, but it was something. Something to keep him occupied and to stop him from feeling so bad. 'I'm kinda bored'. Those words set a fire off in his head. He contemplated asking her to hang out, but decided the make her work for it. 'oh? Why not hang out with the multiple?' 'he was just here. it's an hour long drive fro him back home' .

A wide smirk crossed his freckled face. 'that's too bad' he replied. He set his phone down, think that would end up making her stop texting him. He thought that's what happened till about ten minutes later his phone buzzed. 'I was wondering if you wanted to hang out'. Those were the words he needed.