Scomiche Will Live Forever (completed)

Chapter 8

Ever since that amazing show of tour, the rest of the American leg of tour went flawless.

And, we decided not to go to Europe this tour, because Scott is not allowed to go on planes for a while.

So here we are, Scott and I on the couch, watching Spongebob, and drinking Starbucks.

Since it's a chill day, nothing to do, I think it's time to talk about the whole coma thing, I know it's been bothering Scott for a while.

"Hey, Scott? Can we talk?" I asked, shutting the TV off.

Scott looked up from his phone, shutting it off.

"Um... ya sure." He said hesitantly, turning to face me.

"Ok, so, I know this has been bothering you for a while. The whole coma thing." I began.

His face froze. His skin went immediately pale.

"Mitch, I don't know why. I really don't know why I did it." Scott, his hands shaking slightly.

"Well, why were you so upset over a guy who you thought was jerk?" I said, my voice getting louder.

I instantly regretted it.

"Are you serious, Mitch? He was my boyfriend. I loved him! Ya sure, he was mean to you. I was going to marry him! And besides, he was right. Scomiche is stupid and not even real!" He yelled.

Scott's P.O.V

It felt really good getting that out.

Oh my god.

I just said Scomiche is stupid. And not real.

I looked down at my bracelet.

I'm an idiot.

"Scott. Do you see our bracelets?" Mitch said quietly.

My heart shattered.

"Do these bracelets mean nothing to you?" Mitch said taking his off.

"Mitch I didn't mean to-"

"Well, you didn't mean to put yourself in a coma but you did it anyways, Scott!" Mitch yelled standing up.

Mitch's P.O.V

That was harsh. Like, really harsh.

I saw Scott's heart break.

"Wow, Mitch." He said standing up.

"Scott I'm sorry." I said coming closer to him.

"Mitch. Just, don't. You've said enough." He said going out the door, slamming it closed.

I broke down on the couch crying.

"I'm so stupid!" I screamed into the couch cushions.

Scott's P.O.V

I drove to Kirstie house and I let myself in.

"Scott, what's wrong?" Kirstie said running up to me.

I explained to her what Mitch had said and what I had said.

"Well, just go back to him and say your sorry for what you said. Explain you were just in the moment of being mad and you didn't mean it. Mitch will understand you, he'll be sorry too." Kirstie reassured me.

"Ok. I really hope he's ok." I said getting up to leave.

I hugged Kirstie and went back to our house.

I went inside and I heard loud sobs from Mitch's room.

What have I done?

I knocked on his door and he opened it a little just so I could see his teary, red, puffy, bloodshot eye.

"W-What. D-Don't you hate me by now?" He said crying.

"Babe, let me in." I said opening the door all the way.

He sat on his bed still crying. I sat next him and wrapped my arm around his shaky shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Mitch. I was just in the moment of being mad and I didn't know what I was saying."

He rested his head in the crook of my neck and I kissed his cheek.

"I'm sorry, too." Mitch said, sniffling.

I grabbed his bracelet from his pillow and put it on his wrist.

He looked up at me with a smile, showing his cute ass dimples.

"Scomiche will live forever, right?" I said quoting our bracelet.

Mitch nodded while laughing, I was laughing, too.

"Can you sleep in my room tonight?" Mitch asked laying down in his bed.

"I thought you'd never ask." I said getting under the covers.

Mitch giggled and put his head on my chest, closing his eyes.

I smiled down at him and fell asleep finally realizing,

I'm in love with Mitch Grassi.