((The lengths I go to-- I actually googled the date to make sure it was the right day of the week. Also if you're confused why it's 1980s and they're texting, it's kind of my style to write in the past but with several things as if they were the present. THE CHAPTER IS EXACTLY NINETEEN EIGHTY-SEVEN WORDS THIS IS AMAZING))

Vincent: <3 <3 <3 <3 how's my wonderful boyfriend this morning?

Scott: you don't have to ask every morning, you know. But I'm fine, thank you <3 <3

Vincent: just checking, dear~

Scott smiled down at his phone, his heart doing happy little flips in his chest. It was now almost a week since they'd made it official. New Years had been a few days ago, it was now the 2nd of January, 1997. This afternoon after work, he was going to lunch with his Dad, who had insisted on catching up with him to talk about things. He was a little nervous, but hey! What could possibly go wrong?

He slung his phone back into his pocket and continued towards work. He had a purple hoodie over his work clothes - a new addition to his wardrobe. His lock screen had also changed to the selfie of him with Vincent's snowman. Yep, Vincent had brought a lot of changes to Scott's life. He almost felt like he was getting to know himself over again.

His phone beeped again and he pulled it out.

Vincent: you free tonight?

Scott blinked, thinking. He had to drive all the way over to his parents and back, but...

Scott: I could arrange it... why?

Vincent: I was thinking you and me should hit the club tonight. It's Friday night, I wanna take you out!

Scott frowned slightly at his phone. Did he really want to go out tonight? No. Did he want to have a great time with his boyfriend? Hell yeah.

Scott: Alright, why not?! I'd love that.

Vincent: Awesome! See you at work <3

Scott laughed out loud. That was right. Why the heck was Vincent texting him when they were only a few streets away and both heading to the same place? He closed Vincent's chat, and something else caught his eye. Oliver's chat. You know, he hadn't even talked to Ollie since the shopping centre - not even to apologise for Vincent's behaviour.

Scott: Hola, amigo! How are you??

While he waited for Oliver's reply, he put his phone back in his pocket and started towards work again.

Work had become... interesting, to say the least. It turns out Linda had taken photos of Vincent and Scott sharing their ice-cream, and a photo of both of them in their matching shirts, (Scott's said 'I'm the Uke', and Vincent's said, 'I'm the Seme' - even though Scott wasn't too sure about that arrangement; he didn't really agree with seme and uke labels) and somehow, those photos had 'leaked' onto Facebook, and it had taken all of seven and a half seconds to get into the hands of the first fangirl.

Linda had sent him screenshots of the comments on the picture, things like:

'Aw, but I was sure Scott would be dominant!'

'I'll have to re-write my fanfic now.'

'Look at them, so cute~~ Guess we know who's who now ;)'

'You owe me $5, +SammyShipsSlash'

Linda had been immensely entertained, and forced Scott to tell her all he could about the little fanclub he'd gathered at work.

Of course, the reactions of the girls at work had been insane. Vincent and Scott had hardly walked into the door when they'd ambushed them, bombarding them with question after question -- most of them extremely personal. Vincent had lapped up the attention like a cat with warm milk, instantly throwing out a long spiel of theatrics; "Scott is the only thing keeping me going. I'd let him put me on leash and chain any day. No matter how intimidating I may seem, my legs turn to jelly as soon as I look at him. I want to fall to my knees and pledge myself to him. I-"

Scott had cut him off with a harsh shove, blushing horribly and laughing, "You're such an idiot, Vincent, none of that is true."

The girls, however, had collapsed into squealing puddles, fawning over Vincent's 'admission'. Scott could only imagine the kind of scenarios they were dreaming up - that he had this secret dark side he only let out around his dominant-but-secretly-submissive boyfriend.

Vincent had only grinned and winked at Scott, before excusing himself and making his way to his post.

From then on, however, he'd made a show of being around Scott as much as possible - sometimes grabbing him out of the blue or pinning him to the wall and pulling him in for a long, passionate kiss - and while Scott wasn't necessarily complaining (heck no, he'd kiss Vincent any day) he wasn't really the exhibitionist type.

Scott sighed, having made his way to the front doors of the pizzeria. What was he on today? That was right - Kitchen duty. He hadn't done that in a while. The doors slid open as he walked inside, along with a recorded greeting in Freddy's voice, "Welcome to Fazbear's, kids!"

He hadn't brought a bag today, just his phone. There was enough lunch in the break room that he could eat. Plus, seeing as he was on kitchen duty, he might be able to scrape up a piece or two of pizza. Rumour was it that Vincent was no longer allowed in the kitchen because one of the cooks had caught him and Scott making out in the Office.

It was one. time. One time!

Scott headed towards the kitchen and ducked inside, ready to start the shift. It was probably a little weird that they needed a 'kitchen guard' when they already had a team of cooks, but Scott had a sneaking suspicion that the cooks had tried to force Boss to hire someone to clean the grills and get ingredients for them, and Boss had just put one of the guards on shift instead. Scott smiled to himself. Good old Boss.

The cooks eyed him as he walked in, their wiry hair in tight buns and their arms folded across his chest. They reminded him distinctly of a group of Rosa Hubermanns. Tough, strict, rude, abrupt -- but loving to their own kind.

"Morning, ladies," Scott said, completely undeterred by their strict nature.

"Mornin' hon," A chirpy voice replied.

Scott looked up at met eyes with Kayla, a small 23-year-old girl who only started a job here a few months ago. If the cooks were Rosa Hubermann, this was Leisel. She had short and curly blonde hair, blue eyes, a smattering of freckles and a lopsided smile. In other words, even Scott noticed she was very beautiful.

"Hey, Kayla," Scott grinned, "I haven't seen you around recently! So glad you're back."

"Yeah, me too," Kayla smiled. "So, what's this big news I'm hearin' about? Somebody's got himself a boyfriend?"

"Oh, yeah..." Scott smiled sheepishly, running his hand through his hair, "Yeah, it's official now. I have a boyfriend."

"That's great news, hon!" Despite her words, Kayla's smile faded just slightly, "I'm happy for you."

"Thanks," Scott beamed back, "I'm so glad everyone's so supportive of us, y'know?"

Kayla nodded and opened her mouth to reply, but she was cut off by the other cooks.

"Alright, you two have had your catch up. Time to get back to cooking pizza. Get on the grill, Kayla."

Kayla gave an apologetic smile towards Scott, and then turned towards the grill where she roasted the capsicum, onion and other ingredients for the pizza.

Scott pulled out a pair of latex gloves (mandatory when working in the kitchen) and put them on. It was less than five minutes before the cooks were barking him orders. Clean that grill, get more dough, cut that gherkin, open that jar of olives.

After all the work was finished and all the pizzas in the oven, Scott finally sat down at the table in the kitchen exhaustedly.

"Hey," Kayla sat down opposite him and handed him two slices of pizza, "One for you, one for the boyfriend," She winked, "Or two for you, I won't tell."

Scott laughed and took the slices, "Thanks, Kay. So, how are you going? You alright? You seem a... little different today."

Kayla was happy - of course, she was always happy - but she seemed a little off today. She wasn't laughing as much, or smiling at the pizzas as she cooked them, or taking meticulous care in decorating them. It was like usually everything she did had to be perfect - but today...

"I'm fine," Kayla smiled at him, "You like that pizza?"

"Delicious, as usual," Scott chomped into the pizza, gulping it down.

"Good... good," Kayla looked down at her fingernails, which weren't painted like they usually were. Interesting, because she usually always watched him eat the pizza slices she'd cooked for him.

"I'm better get going soon," Scott explained, "I have to meet up with my Dad on the other side of town. We're gonna go get lunch together."

"Oh, nice. That sounds really cool," There was an almost tense silence for a while before Kayla suddenly looked back up at him, "Are you happy, Scott?"

Scott blinked, so surprised he even paused eating his second slice. "Happy? Yeah. Yeah, I'm happy. Why?"

Kayla laughed, "You're so naive, Scott. I'm really, really glad you're happy, okay?"

"O...kay," Scott smiled confusedly, frowning. He cleared his throat, "Anyway, I really better be going." Standing up, he waved at the cooks, "See you, ladies."

He walked out of the kitchen, finishing the second pizza slice. Kayla's behaviour was really weird today. She was acting all different. Maybe she'd had a bad breakup or something.

Scott stopped walking abruptly, two puzzle pieces falling into place.

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Kayla watched him go, sighing as the door swung shut. Bye, Scott.

"There are plenty other fish in the sea," One of the cooks said to her, an old lady with grey hair like steel wool.

"Yeah," Kayla said quietly to herself. Somehow, that knowledge didn't help at all.

"My first husband was gay!" Another one of the cooks burst out and then started laughing, "You shoulda seen when I found him in my bed with my best friend..."

"Heh..." Kayla half-laughed, scuffing her shoes against the floor.

Then, suddenly, the Kitchen doors slammed open, and Scott ran in. Next second, his arms were around her, sweeping her off her feet and spinning her around. His mouth was next to her ear as he whispered, "I'm so sorry."

Kayla smiled, hugging him back, "You really are naive, Scott."

Scott put her down, leaning down to be her height, "I'm so sorry, Kayla. I really am. I never even realised."

"You're an idiot," Kayla laughed.

"I know. I should have realised earlier. I should have told you. It was wrong of me to lead you on like that," Scott sighed, brushing a strand of blonde hair back behind her ear. "I never thought about how other people felt."

"That's all I needed to hear," Kayla smiled, leaning forward and hugging him. Maybe it wasn't the hug she'd always dreamed he'd give her, maybe it wasn't the words she'd always hoped he'd whisper to her, but it would do.

Scott hugged her tightly back, then let go of her, breaking away to say, "But you know, I'd love to catch up some time." He smiled, straightening up and grabbing one of the pizza boxes. Pulling a pen out of his shirt pocket, he scribbled his number down on the cardboard and handed it to her, "We should catch a movie sometime, okay?"

"Yeah," Kayla beamed at him, "I'd love that. So much."

"Great," Scott smiled, then sighed, "Well, I better get going. Glad we cleared this all up... see you later!" Without another word, he turned around and let the kitchen for the second time.

Kayla smiled to nobody, her heart pounding in her chest. She shook her head. You're so naive, Scott.