I burst in, gasping.
"I missed home!!!" I yell.
"Stop it you'll damage your 'vocal cords' again." Scott laughed.
"I do not care!" I jumped on to our couch and streched back. "AHHHHH"
Sure, the hospital was nice, but it didn't have the..homey home feel homes had.
Kirstie smiled.
"Heyyy. I see you're in a good mood! good to be back home, eh?"
I rolled my eyes. "Duh."
Kirstie smiled at me, and just then, my phone rang. It was Travis.
"Hey bae!"
"I hear you are talking again, Mr Grassi!"
I laughed.
"Yeah. My first word is dedicated to you!"
Scott instantly froze.
"Oh? And what was it?"
"It was-"
"Shut it you dickface I hate you get out of my life."
I stared. Scott had snached my phone from me, and had cursed at Travis.
"Scott!!" I snached my phone back.
"I'm sorry, honey. That was Scott, I apologise."
"Oh. Okay."
"So..You want to meet?"
"Oh yeah. Meet me in front of your house, 5:00."
"I'll be there."
I hung up, and Scott stood, staring at me.
I tried to ignore him and picked up my phone.
He didn't leave, and I faced him. "What"
"No yelling?"
"What?"
"Usually, you call me bitch or dick head when I do something bad to Travis."
Oh
He was right. I wasn't mad.
"I guess." I admitted. "I don't know. I guess what you did wasn't really intimidating."
He laughed. "Not intimidating? In the past, I just had to look at Travis to get death stares from you!"
I turned red. It was true. I didn't know why, but what Scott did to Travis didn't bother me anymore. Actually, it seemed kind of...
cute. a small voice inside my head whispered.
It was the devil. My devil.
No. He's your brother, Mitchie. Get it together. my Angel.
Oh come on. Not blood brother anyway!
That's all that matters!
That's NOT all that matters. If you fall for him, what about Travis?
Dump him! He's not the first anyway.
No..but he'll get seriously hurt.
Who cares? Love Scott! Make Scomiche happen!!
Mitch, get it together....You can't listen to that dimwit! And what about father?
What about that old man?
If you fall for Scott, you'll just prove he was right all along about you and him.
He dosn't have to know.
Mitch....please...You know this is wrong.
It's not wrong.
Mitchie. Scott is your brother. Focus!
I blinked. Scott was shaking me.
"Mitch???Are you okaaaay?"
I shook my head several times. "What..?"
"You zoned off. What were you thinking about?"
His face was a inch away from mine.
Kiss him. The devil demanded.
The angel couldn't be heard. I stared at Scott.
"Mitch?"
Kiss him. Now.
"Mitch..? Are you okay? Mitch? Mr. Grassi?"
My eyes stung. Face it, I thought.
There's no angel to defence me.
"Mitch? Heeeeyyyyyyyy little dude?"
"Scott......"
He grinned. "Hey. What were you-"
Scott's POV
I felt his lips on mine.
My eyes widened. This can't....
This can't be true.
I knew he had feelings for me by listening to his sleep talk, but.....
I never knew...
Then again...Who did?
Mitch's lips pressed against mine, harder.
My lips fell on his lip, biting his one slightly.
I felt him smile into mine. Then...
Mitch's POV
My angel took over.
What are you doing?!!You can't do this! What about all the people you'll hurt because of this?? Travis, mother, father and...
Kirstie. Dear Kirstie.
My eyes got big and I fell away from him.
"I...I'm so...sorr...." I stumbled and ran to my room.
What have I done?!
Scott's POV
Was it possible?
I had made a guy fall for me because of my fake emotions.
Not just any guy. My brother.
One thought popped in to my head. I'm sure Mitch had the same one.
What. Have I Done.