Scott's POV
I opened my front door quietly. I didn't want Mitch to see me leaving. Especially to see me leaving to meet his boyfriend.
I slipped out the door, and was just about to close it when-
"Hello."
I jumped a million feet. I whipped around to see-
"Kirstie?"
"Well? Do you want to explain where you're going this fine October evening? " She said, grinning slyly.
"7:00 PM is not an evening, Kirstie."
"Close enough. Anyway, you were saying?"
I groaned. "I'm going out with my boyfriend.
You know, the one with the honey brown hair."
"Alex?"
"That's the one."
She furrowed her eyebrows in doubt, but amazingly, she let it go. "So. I guess you need me to tell Mitch you're meeting a 'friend'?"
I smiled. "You're the best, K."
She laughed wickedly as she twirled her hair. "I know." she sighed.
I gave her a thumbs up sign, and closed the door.
Travis stood in the dark, leanig on a tree.
When he saw me, he smiled.
"Hello, Scott." he said, spitting a little.
"Hello, Travis." I said, walking to him.
"I guess you know who I really am."
"Yes. Yes I do." I growled.
"Well. Did you tell him?"
"No."
"And why not?" I hate that smile..!
"Because you are a frigid bitch?"
He laughed. "Not that frigid. Actally, I slept with more men than you could ever imagine."
"Oh I can." He raised an eyebrow at me and I glared back at him.
"Conner franta, 25. 2010.
Troye Sivan, 20, 2011.
Romeo Lacoste, 28, 2012.
Tyler Oakley, 27, 2013.
Todrick Hall, 28, 2014.
Kevin Olusola, 30, 2015.
And...
Mitch Grassi, 23, 2016." I spat.
He smirked. "That's not all."
I laughed. "I know. About 40 more people, including girls like Tori Kelly, Hannah hart, and
Mamerie hart."
He frowned. "How did you know that?"
"I do my research." I stretched. "Let's get this over with." I held my fist up.
"Okay. Bring it." He smirked.
I was just about to punch him, but just then, Kirstie ran to me, crying.
"Kirstie?? What's wrong?!"
"I..It's Mitch.." Then he looked at Travis and frowned. "So Alex, huh?" she said at me.
"What happened to Mitch, Kirstie?"
"H....He...he lost his voice..!"
Her words stuck to my brain as an electric shock. "His voice..." I choked.
Even though there were better features of him, he was most proud with his voice.
He had a high, beautiful voice, and I loved it as much as he did.
But his voice....missing..?
"Where is he?" I asked.
"He...he's at home. You have to drive him there, quick."
I nodded, then faced Travis. "You coming?"
He shrugged. "I have better use of my time. You guys know I don't love Mitch anymore, and you won't tell him the truth, won't you?"
I glared at him. He was right.
"Let's go." I said to Kirstie.
And 20 minutes later, me and Kirstie sat in the hospital hall, waiting.
Kirstie was crying, and I had to hold back tears myself.
Just then, mom and dad ran in. "Is he okay? We got your message, is he in the OR?"
I nodded. They sighed and turned to Kirstie.
"How'd this happen?"
"M..Mitch was opening the cupboard door to get some water, and the door fell of it's hinges and slammed into his throat. I thought he'd be fine, but when he started choking, I knew something was wrong."
"Oh dear.." mom put a hand on our shoulders and wiped her eyes. "You were very brave."
she said to Kirstie. Then she turned to me.
"Take good care of Mitch."
"Wait, You're leaving?"
"We have to honey. We have an important deal, and we need to be there in 30 minutes."
I frowned at them. "Yeah, sure. I'll tell him our parents bailed on us because of work."
"Scottie, we're truly sorry."
"Don't say it to me." I pointed to the OR door.
Dad glared at me. "Let's go, sweetie."
"Mike..."
"Now."
Mom sighed and kissed me. "Tell him we're really really sorry." Then they left.
Kirstie had calmed down and she frowned at them. "What's wrong with them?"
"They're work a holics. You should understand"
I said this, but honestly I couldn't understand them either.
Right then, the door opened and the doctor came out.
I ran to him. "Is Mitch okay?"
he frowned. "Did he get hit by something?"
he asked randomly.
"Yeah. A cupboard door, why?"
"Well this whole thing is caused by stress. He was too stressed his vocal cords got damaged. And when the cupboard door hit him, his damaged vocal cords got real."
"Oh."
"This might happen more and more, if he gets overloaded with stress. When that happens, You should make him relax. Rest."
"Okay doc."
"Oh and you should make him talk. He has to talk in three days. Or his injury might get serious. It will be hard for him at first, but he has to talk. I mean it. Make him talk. He'll be in the hospital untill he does. He's in room 208. You may go see him."
"Thank you."
We walked over to the room.
When we opened the door, we saw Mitch in his hospital outfit.
"Mitch.."
He saw us, and Kirstie ran to him, crying.
I just stood around him awkwardly.
When Mitch and Kirstie parted, Mitch looked at me with raised eyebrows.
"Hey Mitch."
He stared at me. It looked like he was trying to get a read on me. I covered my face.
"Mitch, Travis couldn't come. He had some kind of thing to do..."
Mitch nodded.
He struggled with his pad and pen.
He wrote something down and showed it to me.
SHUT UP, BITCH I KNOW TRAVIS CAN'T COME.
"How?"
He turned his phone on and showed it to me.
Travis❤️❤️: I heard about your trouble You okay??? I hope you are..I'm totally sorry but I can't come to see u my sister broke hur arm and my 'rents maked me stay with hur T-T
I hope you understand luv u bye❤️❤️😂😂
Oh that bitch