A/N: Heyyy.
My chorus teacher is gonna kill me because my friends and I went into her room and flipped over all the chairs and apparently she's infuriated.
I did send her an apology email though but I'm stressed out.
Here's a chapter ily bye and Scott's outfit is above.
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*Mitch's POV*
Jerk.
He's a jerk.
I knew this wasn't gonna work out.
I knew he'd go crawling back to Alex.
When I saw them making out it was just confirmation.
Confirmation that I'm not good enough.
I'm awkward, quiet, suicidal, depressed...
The list goes on.
I lay down on my bed and just cry.
I've done a lot of that.
I'm weak.
Yeah, I have biceps.
I'm mentally weak.
I can't handle a little hate comment or someone yelling at me.
I seem to do that a lot.
I get a text from Kirstie.
Kirst ;): Rehearsal in ten at Avi's!
I groan and quickly reply. I pull on some shoes, wondering if Scott will show up.
I walk to Avi and Kevin's place, as it's just down the street.
I knock on the door.
"Come in!" A deep voice yells from inside.
I walk in to see Avi, Kevin, and Kirstie.
"Where's Scott? I texted him like five times." Asks Kirstie.
I don't know.
"What? You live together." Says Kirstie.
I know.
"If he doesn't show up he's gonna be in trouble. You guys have a performance later." Our manager, Jonathan says.
I nod.
About an hour later, Scott walks in. "Sorry I'm late."
He stumbles over to where we are.
Vodka.
I immediately smell the alcohol.
Jonathan sure is gonna kill him now.
"Ssssorry I'm late." He slurs.
"Scott...are you drunk?" Kevin asks, obviously already knowing the answer.
"What? No. I'm here for rehearsal. Let's sing!"
He starts to sing a note- terribly, might I add.
What do we do?
I don't know. Kevin signs.
Thank god we all know sign language. It helps when you're trying to gossip too.
"Put him in the guest bedroom." Avi says.
Kevin gets up and grabs his arm. "Come with me, Scott. We're gonna go back here for a little bit. Just take a little nap. Are you tired?"
Thank goodness he's so sensible.
"Nooooooo." Scott says and walks back towards the couch.
"Scott now." Kevin says and Scott flips out.
"Noooooo!" Scott yells. He starts to pick things up and try to throw them.
"Okay, that's it," Jonathan says. "Practice is over. I need to talk to Mitch privately. I'll text everyone later."
Everyone leaves, even Avi and Kevin despite it being their house.
Jonathan I'm sorry for him.
"It's not your fault, Mitch. Do you know why he would get wasted right before rehearsal?"
I hesitantly nod.
We got in a fight. We broke up.
"I knew this wasn't gonna work. Now what are you gonna tell your fans?"
Wow thanks for the sympathy.
"I'm just in charge of what gets out into the public."
We're done here. Goodbye.
I walk out before he can respond. It's always my fault.
Scott's the one that got drunk and showed up to rehearsal late.
Double standards I guess.
I walk back home and get back in my bed.
I change into some sweatpants and get under the covers and curl up in a ball.
Why is my life like this?
*Scott's POV*
I wake up in someone's bed.
Avi's?
I look over at the clock.
3:00.
We had rehearsal at 10:30!
I get up and immediately feel a pain in my head.
I look beside me to find Ibuprofen and a glass of water with a note:
Meeting when you wake up. Hope you feel ok.
Probably from Kevin.
I feel a wave of nausea and run to the bathroom.
I throw up a couple of times and then take the aspirin for my headache.
I walk into the living room to see Kevin on the couch.
"Glad you're awake." Kevin says.
Thank god Jonathan isn't here. He'd kill me.
"Kevin, I-"
"I know. You're sorry."
"I don't know why I got drunk. Mitch left me and I didn't know what to do." I explain.
"Talk to him. You guys really need to work things out." Kevin says softly.
He always has the best advice.
"I think I'm gonna go talk to him." I say.
"Good. We have a show tonight, don't forget." He says.
"I won't. Tell the others I'm sorry. Thank you."
"Anytime. Now go work things out. Oh, and be at the arena at 6:00."
"I will. See you later."
I walk back to the apartment and take a deep breath before walking in the door.
"Mitch?" I say, walking in.
He walks out of the kitchen.
"I'm...I'm really sorry for being so mean and annoying and stupid and I really just want you to be my boyfriend again."
I say it all in one breath.
Mitch looks me in the eyes.
I love you.
I grab him by the waist and kiss him deeply.
"I love you," I say, pulling away. "And don't you ever forget it, okay?"
Mitch nods. I love you more.
"I don't think that's possible."
Mitch leans in to kiss me and I put my finger to his lips.
"I need to get ready. We have three hours until the show. This comes later."
He rolls his eyes and goes to get ready.
I take a quick shower and pick out my outfit.
I get out and grab my phone.
Mitch gets ready and by the time we're finished it's time to go.
We get in the car. "Nervous? Last day in L.A."
No. I'm super hyped on RedBull.
"Same." I say and my phone buzzes.
It's Sam.
Sam: Scott I have a question.
I reply.
Scott: Yeah of course.
Sam: Can I come to a show? Like are you coming back near here?
Scott: That would be awesome! We're coming to Raleigh soon. You could go there.
Sam: Thanks Scott. You're the best. I need to tell you something. Can we FaceTime?
Scott: Yeah. Hang on.
We pull up at the arena and I tell Mitch to head inside.
I FaceTime her.
"What's up?" I say.
She looks terrible.
"Same ol' chemo. Are you at a show?"
"Yeah. I have time though." I say. I'm a little worried.
"Good. Um, well you know how I have lung problems?"
I nod.
"Well, it's um...it spread to my heart and..."
She starts to get choked up.
"It's stage four cancer."
My heart drops and tears fill my eyes.
"How long...how much time?"
"They don't know, I could be okay, though." She says and I let the tears flow.
"I'll call you back, Scott. They gave me sleeping meds. Love you."
"Love you too." I say and hang up.
I sit there for a few minutes and than go inside.
I walk in and stay silent, still in shock.
"Scott? Have you been crying?" Kirstie asks, coming up to me.
"It's Sam, she...she..."
"What, Scott? What is it?"
"She has stage four cancer."
Kirstie's face falls.
"Oh, Scott. I'm so sorry." She says and hugs me.
I just cry into her shoulder, not knowing how to feel.
"Do you want me to tell the others?" Kirstie asks softly.
I nod and walk over with her.
"Hey guys? I have some news." She says and it gets quiet.
"Sam has just been diagnosed with stage four cancer."
I see the expression on everyone's face fall.
There are murmurs of conversation, but after that it was pretty quiet.
We are all so close to her, and to think about losing her...
"Showtime!" Someone yells.
We go back stage and get in our circle.
Kevin prayed tonight. Mainly for Sam. I know this show isn't gonna be the same.
We got onstage and started with On My Way Home.
It was fun, but not the same.
After the show I apologized to everyone for being drunk and stupid and we went out to eat.
I turn to Mitch when we get back home.
"I need to see Sam. Now."