Mitch and Scott are going to the club when Scott fucks his shit up. Mitch runs away because apparently that's what happens when you're mad and you never, ever talk it out which is a horrible lesson to be teaching small impressionable children also no one dies here Imma just tell you right now(you're fucking welcome) also no one is depressed and no one gets struck by fucking lightning and there's no long, dramatic hospital scenes and no comas and probably no crying um except for Pete Wentz is involved which might invoke tears in some of you but there are strippers so if you're offended by boobs you should probably get off of this site like yesterday but scömíche is a thing and so is Pete and Mikey (both in this fanfiction and in real life) so if you don't ship them you should probably never go on tumblr ever and if you're also offended by strippers you should just get off the internet oh so anyway Scott fucks his shit up and Mitch runs away and it's all very melodramatic and stripper-y.