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This is my first Fanfic, Reviews are very welcome
Flashbacks have * in front and behind them
"To thine own self be true." ~William Shakespear
Peter's eyes opened extremely wide. "Scott?" He asked unsure of himself. "Is that you?"
Scott laughed shortly. "Yeah, it's me. How are you guys"
Peter smiled at Sophie. "We're all good." He lied, mouthing to Sophie that it was Scott. "How is everything with you're dad?" Peter leaned onto his desk.
"We're doing okay." He hated lying to Peter, but he couldn't tell him the truth just yet. He had to wait until they could have this conversation face to face. "It's not the same as it used to be, but we're doing okay." He closed his eyes and leaned back onto the bed in the guest room. He refused to sleep in his own bed when he had returned to his house. He couldn't stop the memories that came to him when he slept in his own bed.
"I'm so glad to hear that." He said simply, looking at the clock. It was almost two in the morning at Horizon, so Peter figured that the chances of Scott calling him this late only meant that he was having trouble with his father again. "You couldn't sleep?" He asked smoothly, not saying anything that might make Scott angry.
"Not really." He looked at the clock next to the guest bed. The red digital numbers read 1:56. "It's getting harder and harder to not think about what happened here." He rolled onto his stomach and pulled the pillow under his chest. "I just can't get the image of Elaine out of my head sometimes."
Peter listened quietly until he was sure that Scott had finished talking. "Well that's completely understandable, seeing as though she did seduce you into sleeping with her." He waited for a moment, only to hear a grunt of acknowledgement for Scott's end of the line. "Why do I feel like that's not why you called?"
That's when Scott knew Peter had figured something out. "I don't think I can take being here anymore." He attempted to keep his voice calm, but it cracked on the last word. "I can't keep seeing her face every time I close me eyes. I know she's not coming back, but I can't even sleep in my own bed. It's starting to take control again." He wiped his eyes on the dark purple comferter that his dad had picked out for the bed. "I want to come back to Horizon."
Taking a sheet of paper out of the top drawer of his desk, Peter scribbled out what Scott had just said and showed it to Sophie. "Have you talked to your father about this?"
"Yeah."
"What did he say about it?"
Scott looked at clock again. He had been on the phone with Peter for about twenty minutes already, and he was wondering when his dad would tell him to get off the phone. "He said it's fine with him as long as it makes me happy." He took his time on the last few words of the sentence. "He just wants what's best for me."
Peter wrote that down and passed the notepad to Sophie. "Does he want us to come get you? Or is he planning on bringing you up?"
Scott remembered the fight he had with his father earlier that night. "He'll bring me up, but he won't stay long. He doesn't want to miss that many days at work."
"Okay, when should we expect you?" Sophie handed him back the notepad and he saw what she had written. Has he asked about Shelby yet? He mouthed the words 'not yet.'
Scott pulled a picture frame off of the nightstand. Over the summer Juliet had written him a couple of times, sending him pictures and some of Auggie's drawings. The only picture he had made his father get framed was the one of Shelby sitting alone under a tree writing in her journal. "He suggested we leave as soon as possible. Tomorrow maybe, which means we would get there by Thursday morning if he wants to stop and rest overnight."
He brushed his finger over Shelby's face.
"We'll look forward to seeing you Scott." Peter began to reach over to the power button on the base to shut the phone off.
"Uh, Peter" Scott's voice was shaking.
"Yeah Scott." Peter didn't know what Scott was going to say next.
Scott braced himself, because he knew that the next words out of his
mouth were the last thing Peter expected to hear. "Do you think I could talk to Shelby tonight?"
This comment almost knocked Peter out of his chair. "I'll send Sophie to see if she's still awake. I'm not going to tell her to wake her up, but you can talk to her if she's still up." That was the only thing he could tell Scott. He didn't know if Shelby was going to want to talk to Scott. He wasn't going to force her.
"Thanks man." Scott knew that was all Peter could offer. He wouldn't make Shell do something she didn't want to do. He had heard about the accident from Juliet, and he wondered if anyone blamed him for it. 'No more than you blame yourself, meat.' He could hear Auggie's voice in his head and he knew the words were true.
Sophie walked quickly to the girl's bunk and opened the door slightly. She saw the bathroom light was on under the door and knew that Shelby was awake. "Anyone else up?" She asked the dark room.
"The better question would be 'who's not up?'" Daisy's voice could be heard on the other side of the room.
"None of us can sleep with Shelby crying," Juliet added sorrowfully.
Sophie walked over to the bathroom door. "She in there?" She asked sweetly, pointing to the door.
Daisy nodded her head. "Yeppers. She's been in there for about twenty minutes now. We were starting to wonder if she was okay." Daisy sat up and pulled her hair away from her face.
Knocking gently on the door, Sophie smiled over at the other girls. "Shell?" She asked gently. "You have a phone call in the lodge." She could hear the lock slide to one side, and Shelby appeared. Her skin was as pale as a sheet of paper, and her tearstained cheeks started to show the signs that Shelby hadn't been eating much in the last few months. She moved in to hug Sophie and changed her mind at the last minute. "Come on." Sophie said quickly, wrapping her arms around Shelby's fragile shoulders. "I'll take you to the phone."
They left the room without another word. After moments of silence, Juliet said what they had all been thinking. "It has to be Scott." She said quickly, turning on the light next to her bed. "Sophie wouldn't have come in to get her for any other person."
Shelby walked into Peter's office. She knew that he was looking at her, and she knew what he was thinking. "Here she is." He said quickly to the person on the other end before handing the phone to her. Then he and Sophie left the room to give her time to talk.
Sophie hadn't told her who was going to be on the other end. It wasn't as if she had asked either. "Hello?" She asked, trying to make her voice stop shaking.
Scott couldn't believe that he was talking to Shelby. He tried to speak, but his voice wouldn't let him. after another minute he told himself that he had to say something. "Hey Shell." He finally said.
Her knees felt weak, and before she knew it, she was on the floor. "Scott?" She asked shyly, afraid to find out that it really was him.
"Yeah Shell. It's me."
Tears welled up in her eyes. She wouldn't start crying again tonight, she vowed to herself. She couldn't go back to the dorms like that. "Hi." She said as best as she could. "Ho- How are you?" She pictured him laying on his bed getting ready to go to sleep. Finally, when her tears could be held back no longer, she allowed them to pour down her face.
Wiping the tears from his eyes, Scott looked at the picture in his hand again. "I'm doing good. How 'bout you?" He could tell that she was crying now, and it tore him apart. 'She's just happy to talk to you.' He tried telling himself. 'Those are happy tears.' "How are thi- things there?"
"Same as usual." She spat as briefly as she could. She didn't want him to know that she was crying. 'He'll just worry about me.' Her mind tried to reason. 'He doesn't need to know what you're going through.' "You know quests, group, sharing every single thought that goes through ones brain. You know Peter and Sophie."
He laughed shortly. He did know Peter and Sophie. He also knew that Shelby was trying to hide something from him. "I missed you." He said softly, praying that she didn't hear him. Taking all the courage he had he said it again. This time louder. "I missed you."
Shelby composed herself enough to speak again. "I missed you too." She said softly. "But if you wouldn't mind, I'm kinda tired. Can you call back tomorrow or something?" She knew that he would know that she was lying, but she really didn't care. All she wanted was to get off the phone.
"Yeah sure, tomorrow." Scott wanted to tell her that he was coming back, but he didn't know what that would do to her. "Sure Shell," he tried to stay calm and not blurt out that he was returning to her. "I'll just give you a call tomorrow after class." He heard her mumble something and hung up. He switched off his light, and tried to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a very long day.
On her end of the phone, Shelby hung up the phone with her free hand. "I love you." She whispered to the phone secretly. After taking a moment to regain her composure, Shelby pulled herself off of the floor and walked straight to the door. She saw Peter and Sophie sitting on the couch outside Peter's office and instead of stopping to talk to them, she ran back to her room. Not stopping until she reached her bed.
Peter watched her run and turned to Sophie. "She's gonna need more than two days to deal with this." He said quietly, leading Sophie to his truck outside.
Sophie climbed into the passenger side and rested her head on his shoulder. "I just hope she'll be okay." The car lurched forward and Sophie looked at the girl's dorm. "I know she's a fighter Peter, but I can't help but to think of all the things she's capable of doing. Of all the things she's already done."
Peter patted Sophie's thin hand. "I know, Soph. I know."
This is my first Fanfic, Reviews are very welcome
Flashbacks have * in front and behind them
"To thine own self be true." ~William Shakespear
Peter's eyes opened extremely wide. "Scott?" He asked unsure of himself. "Is that you?"
Scott laughed shortly. "Yeah, it's me. How are you guys"
Peter smiled at Sophie. "We're all good." He lied, mouthing to Sophie that it was Scott. "How is everything with you're dad?" Peter leaned onto his desk.
"We're doing okay." He hated lying to Peter, but he couldn't tell him the truth just yet. He had to wait until they could have this conversation face to face. "It's not the same as it used to be, but we're doing okay." He closed his eyes and leaned back onto the bed in the guest room. He refused to sleep in his own bed when he had returned to his house. He couldn't stop the memories that came to him when he slept in his own bed.
"I'm so glad to hear that." He said simply, looking at the clock. It was almost two in the morning at Horizon, so Peter figured that the chances of Scott calling him this late only meant that he was having trouble with his father again. "You couldn't sleep?" He asked smoothly, not saying anything that might make Scott angry.
"Not really." He looked at the clock next to the guest bed. The red digital numbers read 1:56. "It's getting harder and harder to not think about what happened here." He rolled onto his stomach and pulled the pillow under his chest. "I just can't get the image of Elaine out of my head sometimes."
Peter listened quietly until he was sure that Scott had finished talking. "Well that's completely understandable, seeing as though she did seduce you into sleeping with her." He waited for a moment, only to hear a grunt of acknowledgement for Scott's end of the line. "Why do I feel like that's not why you called?"
That's when Scott knew Peter had figured something out. "I don't think I can take being here anymore." He attempted to keep his voice calm, but it cracked on the last word. "I can't keep seeing her face every time I close me eyes. I know she's not coming back, but I can't even sleep in my own bed. It's starting to take control again." He wiped his eyes on the dark purple comferter that his dad had picked out for the bed. "I want to come back to Horizon."
Taking a sheet of paper out of the top drawer of his desk, Peter scribbled out what Scott had just said and showed it to Sophie. "Have you talked to your father about this?"
"Yeah."
"What did he say about it?"
Scott looked at clock again. He had been on the phone with Peter for about twenty minutes already, and he was wondering when his dad would tell him to get off the phone. "He said it's fine with him as long as it makes me happy." He took his time on the last few words of the sentence. "He just wants what's best for me."
Peter wrote that down and passed the notepad to Sophie. "Does he want us to come get you? Or is he planning on bringing you up?"
Scott remembered the fight he had with his father earlier that night. "He'll bring me up, but he won't stay long. He doesn't want to miss that many days at work."
"Okay, when should we expect you?" Sophie handed him back the notepad and he saw what she had written. Has he asked about Shelby yet? He mouthed the words 'not yet.'
Scott pulled a picture frame off of the nightstand. Over the summer Juliet had written him a couple of times, sending him pictures and some of Auggie's drawings. The only picture he had made his father get framed was the one of Shelby sitting alone under a tree writing in her journal. "He suggested we leave as soon as possible. Tomorrow maybe, which means we would get there by Thursday morning if he wants to stop and rest overnight."
He brushed his finger over Shelby's face.
"We'll look forward to seeing you Scott." Peter began to reach over to the power button on the base to shut the phone off.
"Uh, Peter" Scott's voice was shaking.
"Yeah Scott." Peter didn't know what Scott was going to say next.
Scott braced himself, because he knew that the next words out of his
mouth were the last thing Peter expected to hear. "Do you think I could talk to Shelby tonight?"
This comment almost knocked Peter out of his chair. "I'll send Sophie to see if she's still awake. I'm not going to tell her to wake her up, but you can talk to her if she's still up." That was the only thing he could tell Scott. He didn't know if Shelby was going to want to talk to Scott. He wasn't going to force her.
"Thanks man." Scott knew that was all Peter could offer. He wouldn't make Shell do something she didn't want to do. He had heard about the accident from Juliet, and he wondered if anyone blamed him for it. 'No more than you blame yourself, meat.' He could hear Auggie's voice in his head and he knew the words were true.
Sophie walked quickly to the girl's bunk and opened the door slightly. She saw the bathroom light was on under the door and knew that Shelby was awake. "Anyone else up?" She asked the dark room.
"The better question would be 'who's not up?'" Daisy's voice could be heard on the other side of the room.
"None of us can sleep with Shelby crying," Juliet added sorrowfully.
Sophie walked over to the bathroom door. "She in there?" She asked sweetly, pointing to the door.
Daisy nodded her head. "Yeppers. She's been in there for about twenty minutes now. We were starting to wonder if she was okay." Daisy sat up and pulled her hair away from her face.
Knocking gently on the door, Sophie smiled over at the other girls. "Shell?" She asked gently. "You have a phone call in the lodge." She could hear the lock slide to one side, and Shelby appeared. Her skin was as pale as a sheet of paper, and her tearstained cheeks started to show the signs that Shelby hadn't been eating much in the last few months. She moved in to hug Sophie and changed her mind at the last minute. "Come on." Sophie said quickly, wrapping her arms around Shelby's fragile shoulders. "I'll take you to the phone."
They left the room without another word. After moments of silence, Juliet said what they had all been thinking. "It has to be Scott." She said quickly, turning on the light next to her bed. "Sophie wouldn't have come in to get her for any other person."
Shelby walked into Peter's office. She knew that he was looking at her, and she knew what he was thinking. "Here she is." He said quickly to the person on the other end before handing the phone to her. Then he and Sophie left the room to give her time to talk.
Sophie hadn't told her who was going to be on the other end. It wasn't as if she had asked either. "Hello?" She asked, trying to make her voice stop shaking.
Scott couldn't believe that he was talking to Shelby. He tried to speak, but his voice wouldn't let him. after another minute he told himself that he had to say something. "Hey Shell." He finally said.
Her knees felt weak, and before she knew it, she was on the floor. "Scott?" She asked shyly, afraid to find out that it really was him.
"Yeah Shell. It's me."
Tears welled up in her eyes. She wouldn't start crying again tonight, she vowed to herself. She couldn't go back to the dorms like that. "Hi." She said as best as she could. "Ho- How are you?" She pictured him laying on his bed getting ready to go to sleep. Finally, when her tears could be held back no longer, she allowed them to pour down her face.
Wiping the tears from his eyes, Scott looked at the picture in his hand again. "I'm doing good. How 'bout you?" He could tell that she was crying now, and it tore him apart. 'She's just happy to talk to you.' He tried telling himself. 'Those are happy tears.' "How are thi- things there?"
"Same as usual." She spat as briefly as she could. She didn't want him to know that she was crying. 'He'll just worry about me.' Her mind tried to reason. 'He doesn't need to know what you're going through.' "You know quests, group, sharing every single thought that goes through ones brain. You know Peter and Sophie."
He laughed shortly. He did know Peter and Sophie. He also knew that Shelby was trying to hide something from him. "I missed you." He said softly, praying that she didn't hear him. Taking all the courage he had he said it again. This time louder. "I missed you."
Shelby composed herself enough to speak again. "I missed you too." She said softly. "But if you wouldn't mind, I'm kinda tired. Can you call back tomorrow or something?" She knew that he would know that she was lying, but she really didn't care. All she wanted was to get off the phone.
"Yeah sure, tomorrow." Scott wanted to tell her that he was coming back, but he didn't know what that would do to her. "Sure Shell," he tried to stay calm and not blurt out that he was returning to her. "I'll just give you a call tomorrow after class." He heard her mumble something and hung up. He switched off his light, and tried to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a very long day.
On her end of the phone, Shelby hung up the phone with her free hand. "I love you." She whispered to the phone secretly. After taking a moment to regain her composure, Shelby pulled herself off of the floor and walked straight to the door. She saw Peter and Sophie sitting on the couch outside Peter's office and instead of stopping to talk to them, she ran back to her room. Not stopping until she reached her bed.
Peter watched her run and turned to Sophie. "She's gonna need more than two days to deal with this." He said quietly, leading Sophie to his truck outside.
Sophie climbed into the passenger side and rested her head on his shoulder. "I just hope she'll be okay." The car lurched forward and Sophie looked at the girl's dorm. "I know she's a fighter Peter, but I can't help but to think of all the things she's capable of doing. Of all the things she's already done."
Peter patted Sophie's thin hand. "I know, Soph. I know."