So...pretty much...I hated how this book was written so...

I'm rewriting it!

Here's the new chapter.:)

Also, since RoseGoldHeart likes Scolex when Scott and Mitch are related, that's what I'm doing.:)

Here's the new and improved The Vow!

P.S: It's A.U now.:)

At the tender yet mature age of twenty seven, I realized the true meaning of stress.

Of course, I was stressed out a lot as a teenager. Yet again, who wasn't?

Tests that were unnecessary to take and projects that were done with neanderthal students who didn't even do the work stressed me out and made me want to do violent things multiple times.

Imagine stress as a balloon.

At first, it's small. You think nothing of it. It's just a mere piece of rubber used at parties for little kids and graduations. Not a big deal.

Suddenly, it starts to grow. The anxiety of the growing balloon pushes you to do whatever you have to do, no matter how much it stresses you out. You start to see your own reflection on the balloon, which pushes you to the extreme and forces you to continue working even if you want to take a breath or in this case, a mental break.

Life doesn't care about mental breaks. You either get the job done and have the worst mental exhaustion spell ever or you don't get the job done and pretty much fail at whatever you did.

Yeah, it sucks.

Then suddenly...

The balloon is okay. It's inflated and you don't have to worry anymore.

Unless...

*POP*

The end.

You wonder why you failed, why you couldn't do better. You wonder what you could have done better. The balloon, ahem, 'stress' either helped you or hurt you.

In many cases, it hurt me.

I am a struggling artist who tries who best to do anything he can to improve.

For example, the painting I worked on for hours on end and made me stress out (that dang balloon) landed me in a prestigious art museum. Although j felt pride for it, there was one thing that bothered me...

I felt no connection with that painting.

The other painting I did that took me not even fifteen minutes to do and that was done from the bottom of my heart was the product of the popped balloon.

No one liked it.

Everyone despised it.

I couldn't understand why.

I hated it myself.

Everyone hated it.

That was the case until Scott Hoying walked in my life.

An up and coming singer from Texas, Scott was not shy but, he was not outgoing. He wasn't an open book, but he was not mysterious. He wasn't sad, but he wasn't happy. He was different from anyone I ever met before. He had a a very different but loving personality and many traits that I never knew could go together. He was the perfect array of different colors and shades yet he was the most beautiful piece of art I ever met.

He just seemed...genuine.

He was the kind of person who picked up a pin and popped the balloon right away, not caring what the finished product was. He didn't care. He simply said:

"Art is meant to be unfinished at times. The only thing that should matter is the emotion the artist put in their work, not the finished product."

He was wise.

Kind.

Resourceful.

A bit on the childish side, but your heart will melt the minute you talk to him. His voice will make your legs tremble and make your eyes water even though you aren't sad. Your heart beats a bit faster, the slight seductiveness in his voice making you want to melt in a puddle.

Don't even get me started on his features.

His blond hair was just not blond. It was an array of yellows and whites. It was the perfect shade that showcased his happiness, his youth. It shined brightly in the day. It made him taller, but that's okay. His hair is soft and feel like a pillow.

Then his eyes.

Saying his eyes are blue are an understatement. His eyes are the deepest and darkest of any ocean or the lightest and brightest sky in the daytime. They pull you in and hypnotize you, almost like they are making you listen to what Scott has to say. They never once glared at anyone nor have they held hatred. Only childlike innocence and sometimes lust.

His smile.

His smile was the sweetest thing I ever saw. His right white teeth blind you, but you don't mind. His smile reminds you of a small five year old who you can't say no to. I have seen this smile when he was happy or turn frown into a frown when he is sad. He's just this smiley tall man.

His family is sweet too.

Rick and Connie, his wonderful parents, raised Scott in the correct way. He got his long nature from his mother and his strength from his father. They made him a gentleman and welcomed everyone with open arms.

His sisters, Lauren and Lindsey, have got to be the sweetest people I know. Although they are older, Scott protects them like crazy. He knows how to treat women, and pretty much everyone else, with respect.

Then the youngest, Mitch (who was adopted into the family), is the one of the sassiest, shyest, and funniest person I ever met. He was a bit quiet at first, but he opened himself up a lot with the help of Scott. Both brothers have a relationship that was not meant to be broken.

And I'm happy that it never did break.

The relationships with his family stayed strong.

And ours fell apart.

All because of a car accident.

A/N: Here's the rewrite! I wanted to rewrite it because the older one sucked horribly. Anyways, I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter and remember that I love you all.:)

-Maddie🐶💕🎤