"I don't really know the different places in the Caribbean, geography isn't my strong point." Scott laughs and looks away, realising he was staring at her again. "Sorry, I'm being a little creepy. It's your fault for being gorgeous though. I just want to....marry you so fucking hard right now." He winks then walks over to the counter and grabs his cup of tea, taking a small sip. "You want me to talk with this accent for the rest of night?" he says in his Australian accent.

Scott continues to speak in his Australian accent. "Not so bad looking? That's a bit of an understatement. I think you meant to say, 'Scott, you are truly a work of art'." He drinks some more tea and begins to feel himself blush which was unusual for him. Nobody had been madly in love with Scott for years and he thought that he would never have that feeling again. His past relationships were filled with a lot of pain, hurt and lies but now he was starting afresh with his relationship with Jen - it's a wonderful feeling. "You make me so happy. I can't wait to get to call you my wife."

Scott winks at her as he drinks from his cup. "Being blessed with good looks is a blessing but also a curse at times. Mainly a blessing though. It means that when I have to wake up in the early hours of the morning for work and I'm all grumpy, I just have to look in the mirror, see this beautiful face and before you know it I'm happy again." He laughs and walks over to the window, checking out the great view. "I'm going to be a husband! Can you ever imagine that? I'll be one of those house husbands that makes sure you have your dinner ready on the table as soon as you arrive home from a hard day's work. That's only if you're willing to eat macaroni and ketchup for dinner every night of your life." Scott turns to face Jen again. "I have no idea how you put up with me."

Scott nods with a look of sincerity on his face. "Yep, it really is hard work. Being drop dead gorgeous can be a curse at times. Though I'm sure you know all about that. As for the band?, hmmmm.....stay in a group where nobody likes me or stay at home with someone who loves me? Wow, that's a tough decision." He laughs, obviously joking about leaving the group. Scott places his cup down on the counter and folds his arms, pretending to look angered. "What!? What's wrong with macaroni and ketchup every night? I've ate it almost every night of my adult life and it's not done anything to me. I'm still completely normal. I'm the definition of normal!"

"Don't pretend you don't know what it's like. I bet there are thousands of people throwing themselves at you everyday." He laughs and sits up on the counter, moving around on it to get comfortable. "Oh, that's cold....Yeah, anyway where was I?....Yeah, the band. Honestly, the band is the best it has been in a long time relationship wise. Everyone seems to be getting on and even Billy's making an effort with Oscar which is nice." Scott drinks the rest of his tea and holds the empty cup in his hand. "Don't make me choose between ketchup covered meals and you. You'll only end up brokenhearted." He winks and leans over to the sink, placing his cup in it. "I am normal. That must make you a hardcore rapper then. So go on....rap!"

"I think they're just replying to the dirty mail I send out to them. After all, you know how I like to draw explicit things and send them back to fans whilst posing as you." He laughs and hops back down onto the floor. "We've been together for nearly two years now and I can honestly say that this is the only time all of us have got on. I mean we've always got on as a whole but each week, there would be a little silly argument between certain members and sometimes even fights but now we all seem to be agreeing on everything." Scott laughs to himself and shakes his head. "Funny how Riley and I are really close now. We never used to get on." He follows Jen over to the table and sits next to her. "I'm willing to accept that I'm weird and random if you're willing to accept that you're the hottest girl ever. Deal?"

"Jennifer, you can't pose as me. You can sing for a start, I can't. They'll be able to tell straight away." He winks, not bothering about the little dig at himself. "Don't talk about getting old! I'm nearly 22, it's all going downhill you don't have to remind me!" Scott laughs as he thinks about the band. "You think girls are bad together? Throw five hormonal teenage boys together with different interests, there will be blood."

"Jen, all my solo sections are little. Looking forward to the next single though. I get a verse and the bridge....scared to perform it live though." Scott looks down at the table as the nerves suddenly kick in. The truth is, Scott has a lovely voice and it's very angelic, 'soft' and light but can sound quite thin at times. Scott's main problem is that he doesn't know how to apply it to different styles of music. His soft sounding voice sounds better on mid-tempos and ballads but when it comes to big pop numbers (which Weekend mainly do), it seems to be drowned out by the production which makes his voice seem out of place. He looks back up at Jen and smirks. "Jen, I don't know how to say this but....you're really showing your age. I think it's time for surgery." Scott laughs and gives Jen a kiss on the cheek. "I'd like to see five girls all rolling about on top of one another, that sounds quite hot. Eat and fart? So basically the things I do in bed?" He chuckles and stands up, stretching his arms above his head. "Are you allowed to smoke in these rooms?"

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"I'd do anything to have your voice....well a more masculine version. Sometimes I think Katy Perry just shouts into her microphone so I get what you mean. Your voice is perfect though. The guys always say to me that they find it hard to control their voices at times. It's quite funny sometimes because teenage boys voices go all over the place at times. One minute Oscar's singing a great big note, next minute his voice just cracks." Scott laughs just thinking about it. "Fortunately I don't have to worry about my voice cracking. I'm way past that stage. I'm all man." He walks over to Jen and messes up her hair. He takes a step back and looks at her intently, examining her face. "Yeah, I could totally see you in a catfight. The messy hair look is hot." Scott shakes his head disapprovingly. "Don't insult us males. Our farts are fine. Women just have overly powerful noses." Scott then sits back down, not bothering to look for his cigarettes. "Doesn't matter, I can always smoke outside later."

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Scott playfully bites on his bottom lip "You as a WWE diva.....I might think of that later, on my own. Naked." He laughs and stands up again, moving closer to Jennifer. Scott turns around so his back was facing her. He moves backwards and places his backside next to her face. "You want me to do it? Keep dissing the mighty male species and we'll see what happens. We'll see just how strong that nose of yours really is. As for your question, us boys eat manly stuff like big steaks, colossal hamburgers......cupcakes and stuffs." Scott sighs when he thinks about how much it will damage his voice. He knows Jen is right and he knows it is bad for his health but it was slowly becoming an addiction. "I know, I know. I'll try to quit but I'm becoming addicted. Billy said it's a good way to calm nerves and it really is. I used to take a few drags of one of Billy's cigarettes before we went on stage or to do an interview and then eventually, I started to crave them at all hours of the day. Now it's just becoming a bad habit."