A/N: Sadly this is my last update until next Saturday because I am going to church camp next week.
Also, I just wanted a couple of fun chapters that don't focus on all of the disabilities and stuff.
I'll miss y'all :(
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*Mitch's POV*
I go to talk to Kevin.
Are you okay?
"Yeah. I just... did I do the right thing by telling what you guys did?"
Yes. Of course we're upset because we feel bad about what we did.
He nods. "As long as I didn't do anything to hurt anyone."
I smile and we go back into the main room to practice and arrange.
"Kirstie and Avi should be back in about 30 minutes." Scott says.
I nod. Do you wanna show us your song?
"Oh yeah!" He says and picks up his phone.
I smile at how happy he is.
"Here are the lyrics. I don't have any music for it yet." He says and hands me the paper.
I read over it and hand it to Kevin to read.
This is great.
"Really? Thanks. I worked hard on it."
Kevin agrees.
There's a silence for a moment so I tap Scott's shoulder.
I have an idea.
He raises an eyebrow. "What kind of idea?"
To make Jonathan mad.
"You guys are so mean... but I'm in, so what are we doing?" Kevin says.
Trash his room.
"How?" Scott asks.
I shrug.
"We could... never mind."
Scott smiles. "K.O. has an idea to do something bad?"
"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, we could trash his hotel room and blame it on him. I heard One Direction did that to their manager once."
That's awesome.
"Sounds fun. Do you think Avi and Kirst want in on it?"
"I'll text them." Kevin says.
Scott shifts in his seat.
I tap him. Are you okay?
"I have to pee." He says.
Why didn't you just tell me?
"I didn't want to be annoying."
I stand up and help him into his chair.
"Crutches."
I reluctantly grab his crutches. He's already almost fallen once.
You're not annoying. Ever.
"It's just so much work for you." He says and tries to start moving.
We eventually make it to the bathroom and I help him sit.
He lifts his shirt a little and I raise an eyebrow.
Where is your brace?
He shuts his eyes. "I... um... took it off again..."
You can't do that. You're gonna get hurt.
"I know. It's just such a burden." He says and reaches for his crutches.
Your back muscles are extremely weak. You can't support yourself.
"Yes I can!" He exclaims as he stands up.
I help him pull up his pants and wash his hands.
When we exit the bathroom I help Scott onto the couch.
He took it off again.
"Scott! You can't keep doing that. You're seriously going to injure yourself." Kevin scolds.
"I know, I'm sorry." He says.
Avi and Kirst return.
"We're back! Kirstie is doing great!" Avi says.
I smile.
"Yay!" Scott congratulates them.
"So have you guys written anything?" Kirstie asks.
"Um, I wrote something a while ago." Scott says and hands Kirstie his song.
"Wow, this is great."
"Thanks."
Jonathan?
"Oh, yeah! So, we have a plan to trash Jonathan's room and blame it on him to get him in trouble."
"I'm totally in." Kirstie says.
"Yeah, but Esther might be mad. She'll have to take care of all the legal stuff or whatever and publicity for us." Avi says.
"Yeah... but Jonathan just, like, grounded Mitch and I, so Esther won't be too mad."
"I guess I'm in?" Kirstie says and looks at Avi.
He sighs. "Alright. But this better work."
"It will. But first we have an interview." Kevin says.
Esther enters the room. "Let's goooo!"
We all go out to the van and climb inside.
The interview, eh, it was okay.
Same old thing as always.
I'm just kinda nervous about showtime.
All the boys share a dressing room at this venue.
Me and Scott can't make-
Never mind.
I stand in front of the mirror and fix my hair for the hundredth time.
I've really been straining my voice and my anxiety is really bad, so I haven't been sleeping.
I down two bottles of water and Scott grabs me by my waist.
"Someone's a thirsty girl."
I turn to face him.
"What's wrong?"
I start to say something but then hear knocking at our door.
"Come in!"
"Time for V.I.P!" Kevin says.
I set down my water and start to make my way to another room.
I'm just so tired and stressed and I don't even know-
"Mitch!"
I turn towards Scott.
"You have water on your chin. Here, I'll get it."
He wipes it away and kisses me but I don't kiss back.
"You okay?"
Tired.
We get to the V.I.P room and meet the fans. I always stay away from the fans because I can't talk to them.
I just take a few pictures and sing through Valentine.
It HURTS.
I'm probably dehydrated af.
We get that over with and then go backstage.
I kind of listen when we pray tonight because my voice needs major help at the moment.
We go on stage and as soon as I start singing my throat is on FIRE.
Run To You is the worst since I'm singing the entire song.
I hold back tears at the end and eat so many cough drops during Kevin's part.
After the show everyone decides to go eat, but Jonathan told us that we couldn't.
We're not six years old.
Me and Scott head back to the hotel and get showers.
I pull out my laptop and just browse Tumblr and Twitter.
My head starts to hurt and I groan.
I am not getting sick.
"Mitchie are you okay?" Scott asks.
I shake my head and close my computer.
"What hurts?" He asks and lies down on my bed.
I point to my throat and head.
"Sounds like a sinus infection."
I nod and feel my stomach churn.
Great.
I get up and rush to the bathroom.
Scott grabs his crutches and comes to the door.
"Baby..." He says and tries to get me a warm washcloth.
I get up and get one myself.
I wash my hands and walk back over to my bed.
"Does your stomach feel better?"
I nod and shut off my light.
"I'll take you to the doctor tomorrow. Get some rest. I love you." He says and gets in his own bed.
I roll over on my side and start to cry silently.
Why do bad things always happen to me?
I'm such a burden.
Always getting in trouble, losing my voice, being emotional.
Why do they still want me?