~ DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters, I'm not trying to make money off of them, yada yada yada~
This is my first Fanfic, Reviews are very welcome
Flashbacks have * in front and behind them
Again. I'm not trying to put Auggie in between Shelby and Scott.
"To thine own self be true." ~William Shakespear
Standing behind the gazebo, Scott made no move to leave after Shelby and Auggie left. He was glad that Shelby could have a person to talk to, but it surprised him to find that it wasn't Daisy. Usually Daisy was the first out of the lodge when Shelby ran. There was something different about Auggie too. Shelby had allowed him to touch her. "Maybe she's just lonely." Scott said to himself. His father gave him a quizzical look. "Nothing Dad. I was just thinking out loud."
Mark motioned to the car, and after Scott joined him, he pulled out of the Horizon campus. "Who were the two that were in the gazebo?" Mark asked his son gently.
"Auggie and Shelby." He stated simply. He didn't want to tell his dad that much about the people at Horizon. "They're just friends from the Cliffhanger group. Nothing too special about them."
"Shelby?" Mark thought about the name for a moment, finally connecting it with the girl that he had overheard Scott tell his friend Brian about. "She's the girl that you have next to you're bed right?"
He knew that his dad would be able to put it together. "Yeah Dad, Shell's the girl in the picture that I keep next to the bed in the guest room. We got...close last time I was here, and I didn't want to forget her."
"It looks like she's forgotten about you." A voice told Mark that attempting to kill his son's relationship with Shelby was wrong, but he couldn't help but to try to help his son move on. From the look of Shelby, she wasn't the kind of girl that he wanted Scott involved with anyway. "Her and that Auggie kid seemed to be pretty close."
"He helps her out." Scott remembered how close Shelby and Auggie looked together. Maybe his dad was right after all. 'No, Shelby wouldn't do that. He pulled his seat belt on and made sure his bag was still at his feet.'
After performing a bed check, Peter and Sophie drove home. They were expecting Scott to show up at their house around quarter till eleven, so they had a lot to do before he showed up. The living room was a mess when they got there. There were dishes everywhere, and the pillows were still in the dryer. As quickly as they could, they cleaned up the living room, and Sophie started to make a snack for Scott and Peter.
A car pulled into the driveway a few minutes before eleven, and they saw Scott get out and open the trunk. He extracted a few bags, and put them on the ground next to the car.
"I worked very hard to get you back in here." Mark told his son angrily. "Don't screw it up."
Scott knew that his dad had nothing to do with him returning to Horizon. The night he'd called Peter, Peter had arranged for him to stay with him and Sophie for the night and be admitted the next morning. His dad was just taking the credit. "What are you gonna do to me if I do?" He asked jokingly. "Send me back to Horizon?" His dad didn't find the joke as funny as he did. The duffel bag he had decided to bring slid off of his shoulder. It was heavier than it was when Scott had brought it back from Horizon the first time due to the large amounts of gifts he had brought everyone. "Relax Dad, I'll be fine." He gave his father a weak hug, and took the file out of his hand. "I'll see you in a few weeks." Marc got back into the car and drove away, leaving his son to figure out whether or not he was going to go inside.
It only took a few knocks before Sophie answered the door. "Sorry kid. Whatever you're selling, we don't want to buy." She joked, pulling him into a bear hug. "Welcome home." She finally released him as Peter came out of his and Sophie's bedroom. "Anyone hungry?" Both guys readily agreed.
Peter took Scott's bag out of his hand. "You want to do this now?" He asked Scott quietly. "It'll get you back into group quicker tomorrow." Scott nodded his head, and as Peter searched through his bags, he looked around the living room. Pictures hung all over the walls. Ezra pushing David into the lake, Shelby and Daisy throwing snowballs at the guys while on a quest, and others that looked like they had been taken by a pro. Peter pulled the gifts out and inspected them for any holes of tricks that would hold drugs of any kind. He knew that Scott wouldn't be dumb enough to hide something, but the rules said that he had to check everyone's bags.
"Who's the photographer?" Scott asked quietly. He noticed that a great deal of the pictures that were up, were some of the same ones that Juliet had sent him.
Confidant that every hole had been checked, Peter slid the bags over next to the couch. "Depends, which picture?" He stood and walked over to Scott. "Everyone has tried at least one new thing this school year. Daisy took that one," he said pointing to the one of Ezra and David. "Juliet took this one here," He pointed to the one of Shelby and Daisy, "and David took the one over on the end table." Scott turned to see a black and white picture of Shelby crying next to the fire. He took a picture off of the far side of the mantle and handed it to Scott. "This one's my favorite." He said as Scott saw the picture of him and Shelby in the gazebo.
No one knew the story behind the picture better than Scott. It was the night of the Morp, and curfew had been set back a few hours so they could all have a little more fun. Shelby had led Scott over to the gazebo to be alone and talk. To their surprise, however, neither one had anything to talk about. They had spent the rest of the night just sitting there holding each other. "What do you want to know?" Was Scott's first question. He had already figured that Peter knew that he and Shelby hadn't slept together.
"Nothing Special. Just the truth." Both men sat on the couch as Sophie brought the tray containing food into the living room and set it on the coffee table. Scott could see that Sophie and Peter didn't follow the same rules as everyone else at Horizon did. There was nothing healthy on the tray what so ever. "Upon returning to Horizon and seeing Shelby for the first time in a little over five moths; I feel?"
Taking a few chips off the tray, Scott smiled. "I want to say great, but I've been dreading joining the group tomorrow for the last two days. Coming back and seeing Shelby didn't help me any either.The more I thought about seeing them, the happier I got. But as soon as I saw Shelby, I knew that me coming back may be a good thing for me, but it's not necessarily a good thing for the rest of the Cliffhangers." He took another handful of chips off of the tray. "How does everyone else feel?"
"We'll get into that in group tomorrow." Peter yawned, pushing Scott's bags over to him. "What'd you bring everyone? I noticed that you have a few things that you couldn't possibly be thinking of using yourself." Scott threw him a quizzical look. "Unless you read Seventeen with David Boreanaz on the cover?" Sophie laughed and pulled a photo album off of the couch. Handing it to Peter, he handed it to Scott. "The group wanted us to give you these." Scott opened the album to find pictures of everyone. "Everyone except Shelby has taken at least one picture in this."
"Why hasn't Shell?"
"She doesn't have a desire to take pictures," Peter picked up a drawing that had been framed and set on the mantle. "She prefers to draw." That's when Scott got a good look at the picture. It contained Daisy and Jess sitting on top of a picnic table throwing popcorn at each other. Both of them were smiling and to Scott it looked like another black and white photo.
"Looks like Horizon has two artists." Sophie wiped Peter's fingerprints off of the picture frame. "Auggie does the more creative things and Shelby does the realistic things. She's become very good at it."
"I bet she has." Taking an Oreo from the pile on the tray, Scott savored the sweet taste as though he thought he would never get the chance to eat another. "She's very good at a lot of things."
Peter took a few Oreo's off the tray and shoved them into his mouth. After he was done chewing, he washed it down with milk. "And hiding her feelings goes right up there."
"Am I to take it that she's a little less than thrilled that I'm coming back tomorrow?"
"Less than would be the understatement of the year." Sophie picked up the tray and threw a pillow at Scott on her way into the kitchen. "We'll get into that tomarrow as well. You'll sleep on the couch tonight. Maybe, if you're lucky, you'll get a pre-Horizon breakfast." Scott laid down on the couch as Peter turned off the light.
"Get some sleep. You'll need it to face the Group."
Scott closed his eyes and pictured the girls lounging in their beds. "Where are you now Shelby? And what are you thinking?"
This is my first Fanfic, Reviews are very welcome
Flashbacks have * in front and behind them
Again. I'm not trying to put Auggie in between Shelby and Scott.
"To thine own self be true." ~William Shakespear
Standing behind the gazebo, Scott made no move to leave after Shelby and Auggie left. He was glad that Shelby could have a person to talk to, but it surprised him to find that it wasn't Daisy. Usually Daisy was the first out of the lodge when Shelby ran. There was something different about Auggie too. Shelby had allowed him to touch her. "Maybe she's just lonely." Scott said to himself. His father gave him a quizzical look. "Nothing Dad. I was just thinking out loud."
Mark motioned to the car, and after Scott joined him, he pulled out of the Horizon campus. "Who were the two that were in the gazebo?" Mark asked his son gently.
"Auggie and Shelby." He stated simply. He didn't want to tell his dad that much about the people at Horizon. "They're just friends from the Cliffhanger group. Nothing too special about them."
"Shelby?" Mark thought about the name for a moment, finally connecting it with the girl that he had overheard Scott tell his friend Brian about. "She's the girl that you have next to you're bed right?"
He knew that his dad would be able to put it together. "Yeah Dad, Shell's the girl in the picture that I keep next to the bed in the guest room. We got...close last time I was here, and I didn't want to forget her."
"It looks like she's forgotten about you." A voice told Mark that attempting to kill his son's relationship with Shelby was wrong, but he couldn't help but to try to help his son move on. From the look of Shelby, she wasn't the kind of girl that he wanted Scott involved with anyway. "Her and that Auggie kid seemed to be pretty close."
"He helps her out." Scott remembered how close Shelby and Auggie looked together. Maybe his dad was right after all. 'No, Shelby wouldn't do that. He pulled his seat belt on and made sure his bag was still at his feet.'
After performing a bed check, Peter and Sophie drove home. They were expecting Scott to show up at their house around quarter till eleven, so they had a lot to do before he showed up. The living room was a mess when they got there. There were dishes everywhere, and the pillows were still in the dryer. As quickly as they could, they cleaned up the living room, and Sophie started to make a snack for Scott and Peter.
A car pulled into the driveway a few minutes before eleven, and they saw Scott get out and open the trunk. He extracted a few bags, and put them on the ground next to the car.
"I worked very hard to get you back in here." Mark told his son angrily. "Don't screw it up."
Scott knew that his dad had nothing to do with him returning to Horizon. The night he'd called Peter, Peter had arranged for him to stay with him and Sophie for the night and be admitted the next morning. His dad was just taking the credit. "What are you gonna do to me if I do?" He asked jokingly. "Send me back to Horizon?" His dad didn't find the joke as funny as he did. The duffel bag he had decided to bring slid off of his shoulder. It was heavier than it was when Scott had brought it back from Horizon the first time due to the large amounts of gifts he had brought everyone. "Relax Dad, I'll be fine." He gave his father a weak hug, and took the file out of his hand. "I'll see you in a few weeks." Marc got back into the car and drove away, leaving his son to figure out whether or not he was going to go inside.
It only took a few knocks before Sophie answered the door. "Sorry kid. Whatever you're selling, we don't want to buy." She joked, pulling him into a bear hug. "Welcome home." She finally released him as Peter came out of his and Sophie's bedroom. "Anyone hungry?" Both guys readily agreed.
Peter took Scott's bag out of his hand. "You want to do this now?" He asked Scott quietly. "It'll get you back into group quicker tomorrow." Scott nodded his head, and as Peter searched through his bags, he looked around the living room. Pictures hung all over the walls. Ezra pushing David into the lake, Shelby and Daisy throwing snowballs at the guys while on a quest, and others that looked like they had been taken by a pro. Peter pulled the gifts out and inspected them for any holes of tricks that would hold drugs of any kind. He knew that Scott wouldn't be dumb enough to hide something, but the rules said that he had to check everyone's bags.
"Who's the photographer?" Scott asked quietly. He noticed that a great deal of the pictures that were up, were some of the same ones that Juliet had sent him.
Confidant that every hole had been checked, Peter slid the bags over next to the couch. "Depends, which picture?" He stood and walked over to Scott. "Everyone has tried at least one new thing this school year. Daisy took that one," he said pointing to the one of Ezra and David. "Juliet took this one here," He pointed to the one of Shelby and Daisy, "and David took the one over on the end table." Scott turned to see a black and white picture of Shelby crying next to the fire. He took a picture off of the far side of the mantle and handed it to Scott. "This one's my favorite." He said as Scott saw the picture of him and Shelby in the gazebo.
No one knew the story behind the picture better than Scott. It was the night of the Morp, and curfew had been set back a few hours so they could all have a little more fun. Shelby had led Scott over to the gazebo to be alone and talk. To their surprise, however, neither one had anything to talk about. They had spent the rest of the night just sitting there holding each other. "What do you want to know?" Was Scott's first question. He had already figured that Peter knew that he and Shelby hadn't slept together.
"Nothing Special. Just the truth." Both men sat on the couch as Sophie brought the tray containing food into the living room and set it on the coffee table. Scott could see that Sophie and Peter didn't follow the same rules as everyone else at Horizon did. There was nothing healthy on the tray what so ever. "Upon returning to Horizon and seeing Shelby for the first time in a little over five moths; I feel?"
Taking a few chips off the tray, Scott smiled. "I want to say great, but I've been dreading joining the group tomorrow for the last two days. Coming back and seeing Shelby didn't help me any either.The more I thought about seeing them, the happier I got. But as soon as I saw Shelby, I knew that me coming back may be a good thing for me, but it's not necessarily a good thing for the rest of the Cliffhangers." He took another handful of chips off of the tray. "How does everyone else feel?"
"We'll get into that in group tomorrow." Peter yawned, pushing Scott's bags over to him. "What'd you bring everyone? I noticed that you have a few things that you couldn't possibly be thinking of using yourself." Scott threw him a quizzical look. "Unless you read Seventeen with David Boreanaz on the cover?" Sophie laughed and pulled a photo album off of the couch. Handing it to Peter, he handed it to Scott. "The group wanted us to give you these." Scott opened the album to find pictures of everyone. "Everyone except Shelby has taken at least one picture in this."
"Why hasn't Shell?"
"She doesn't have a desire to take pictures," Peter picked up a drawing that had been framed and set on the mantle. "She prefers to draw." That's when Scott got a good look at the picture. It contained Daisy and Jess sitting on top of a picnic table throwing popcorn at each other. Both of them were smiling and to Scott it looked like another black and white photo.
"Looks like Horizon has two artists." Sophie wiped Peter's fingerprints off of the picture frame. "Auggie does the more creative things and Shelby does the realistic things. She's become very good at it."
"I bet she has." Taking an Oreo from the pile on the tray, Scott savored the sweet taste as though he thought he would never get the chance to eat another. "She's very good at a lot of things."
Peter took a few Oreo's off the tray and shoved them into his mouth. After he was done chewing, he washed it down with milk. "And hiding her feelings goes right up there."
"Am I to take it that she's a little less than thrilled that I'm coming back tomorrow?"
"Less than would be the understatement of the year." Sophie picked up the tray and threw a pillow at Scott on her way into the kitchen. "We'll get into that tomarrow as well. You'll sleep on the couch tonight. Maybe, if you're lucky, you'll get a pre-Horizon breakfast." Scott laid down on the couch as Peter turned off the light.
"Get some sleep. You'll need it to face the Group."
Scott closed his eyes and pictured the girls lounging in their beds. "Where are you now Shelby? And what are you thinking?"