[right][sub]Mentions: [@smarty0114] Slidin’ right into [color=ba314c][b]Katie’s[/b][/color] DMs
[@Lovely Complex] [color=6eb1ab][b]Haylee[/b][/color] and [color=ff9c23][b]AJ[/b][/color] assist pls
Location: Scott’s living room —> his car —> the deep pits of regret —> the Tyler home porch
Featuring: [color=e2e520][b]Scott “Mama Please Come Home” Lyon[/b][/color], [color=087d39][b]Gabriel “Did I Raise a Pussy?” Lyon[/b][/color], and introducing (briefly) [color=c44c1d][b]Brad “Be Rad” Tyler[/b][/color]
Time: Late Wednesday Night[/sub][/right]
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[indent]Why didn’t it feel [i]good[/i]?

He was done with Katie, it was the right play. So why didn’t he feel good?! No more fighting, all future awkward situations were avoided… He should have been jumping with joy, for fuck’s sake. But nah, he was laying on the couch, watching YouTube on the TV. Zoned out and about two steps from wavy. The only thing on his mind was whether or not he’d done the right thing. What if he’d done it differently? What if he’d went for her, instead of cutting it like he did? Those questions and a thousand more flooded through his head, but the loudest one was also the hardest to answer. What was she thinking?

This was that stupid party’s fault. If he’d been drunk, maybe he wouldn’t have dove into the water after Katie. But, no. He had to go for it, and be the hero. Then they were quiet and damn near [i]sentimental[/i] when they were alone. He should care that mu— 

[color=e2e520][b]“Whoa, shit!”[/b][/color]

Scott very suddenly found himself tumbling forward as the couch was tipped, sending him flying to the carpeted floor, and narrowly missing his face on the edge of the coffee table. He quickly hopped to his feet to face the culprit: his father, Gabriel. [color=e2e520][b]“Dad, what are you doin’, dude!? That ain’t cool!”[/b][/color] He shouted, glaring at his father, who sat the couch down and sneered at his son.

[color=086d39][b]“You’ve been laying on the couch fucking [i]moping[/i] like a pussy since you got home. The fuck is wrong with you, Scott? You’re not a [i]bitch[/i], I raised you better than that. You weren’t gettin’ up, so I helped your dumbass up.”[/b][/color]

Scott knew what he was going to do next. He was going to fire back, of course. Just standing there and taking it from his dad with that smug look on his face (and Scott [i]knew[/i] his dad was only acting like this because his mom and sister were out on vacation) wasn’t an option for him. Even as he spoke though, a little voice in the back of his head had him questioning if it was even worth it, [color=e2e520][b]“I’m not [i]mopin’[/i]. I’m thinkin’!”[/b][/color]

After Scott’s reply, if Gabriel’s eyes had rolled any harder, they might have popped out of his head. [color=086d39][b]“About fucking what? What could you [i]possibly[/i] have to think about?! Your mother spoils you fuckin’ rotten, you have everything you could ever ask for, you’ll never have to work a gotdamn day in your fuckin’ life, and you’re [i]thinkin’[/i]. Are you retarded?”[/b][/color]

And that was why Scott shouldn’t have said a word. His dad wasn’t exactly… the nicest person in the world, in fact he was far from it. Was there even a point to telling his father what was on his mind? No, he frankly needed his mother, but… desperate times called for desperate measures. [color=e2e520][b]“I’m, uh… Thinking about girls. Girl problems.”[/b][/color] Again, he immediately regretted saying a word, as his dad scoffed at him.

[color=086d39][b]“Seriously? Are you joking? ‘Girl problems.’ Bitch, I ain’t never seen you with a girl. In fact you only ever talk about one girl — oh my fucking god. It’s that Katie bitch, ain’t it? The blonde one that you’re always whining about.”[/b][/color] He asked, and Scott nodded a little bit, before offering a response.

[color=e2e520][b]“Well… yeah. I told her today that I don’t want to talk to her anymore, but as it turns out, that was a fucking lie. I think I… [i]like her[/i]. I didn’t really think about it before, but she’s… kind of a blonde bombshell.”[/b][/color] Oof. Probably shouldn’t have said that, judging the way his father laughed at him.

[color=086d39][b]“Seriously? What the fuck are you doin’ here, then? Go [i]get her[/i], you idiot.”[/b][/color] Gabriel snapped, pointing toward the exit to their house. [color=086d39][b]“I didn’t raise [i]no fuckin’ pussy[/i], so you get the fuck out of my house, and you [i]don’t come back[/i] unless you got yourself a ‘blonde bombshell’ on your arm.”[/b][/color] Gabriel went so far as to make air quotes when he mocked his son’s choice of words.

[color=e2e520][b]“Uh… dad it’s like 10:30 at night. You’re kiddin’, right?”[/b][/color] Scott asked, and Gabriel shook his head in response.

[color=086d39][b]“You think I’m playin’? Hop to it if you wanna sleep in your own goddamn bed.”[/b][/color] He snapped his fingers in the direction of the door, and Scott walked toward it, feeling more numb than ever.

[color=e2e520][i]Did… did I just get kicked out?[/i][/color]

He hadn’t expected this to happen for a while. At least until he was eighteen, for fuck’s sake. He wandered outside and to his car, sitting down in the driver’s seat and turning it on as he looked down at his phone, scrolling through the possibilities. The other Lyon families were off limits — they’d probably call his dad and make it even [i]worse[/i]. That left… the Helmsleys? Nah, Grandma Bi might freak out.

His options were limited, until he landed on AJ’s name. ...would anyone even be awake there? Well… it [i]was[/i] Wednesday, Bad Movie Night for the Thomas and Tyler families. It was his only shot. But first, there was something he had to do.

Making a grumbling noise, Scott pulled up the Instagram app and scrolled to Katie’s account, tapping it before he sent her a DM. Was he really doing this? Yes, he had no other choice.

[quote][b]To Katie:[/b]
[color=e2e520][b]hi. i know i said we’d never talk. this is gonna be weird. i need you[/b][/color][/quote]

Wait, what? FUCK. His finger hit the ‘send’ before he was done. Quickly typing, he hurriedly added.

[quote][b]To Katie:[/b]
[color=e2e520][b]r help. i need YOUR HELP.[/b][/color][/quote]

Jesus fucking christ.

He threw his phone onto the passengers seat, and shifted the car into gear, and headed toward his destination.
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[i]Knock, knock[/i]

Scott was standing on the porch of the Tyler home, waiting for someone to answer the door. What did he even say? The truth was basically the only option. When the door swung open, he found himself face to face with AJ’s father, who was eating from a bowl of ice cream, and wearing a hat. Brad took another bite from his spoon, and raised an eyebrow, patiently waiting for an explanation. [color=e2e520][b]“Hi. My dad kicked me out. Can I stay here tonight?”[/b][/color]

Brad smiled and rolled his eyes and shook his head. [color=c44c1d][b]“Yeah, that sounds like him. Let me ask wife, and let your dude know. HAYLEE! AJ! SCOTT’S HERE! HAS SOMETHING TO ASK YOU!”[/b][/color][/indent]