Take Flight (Book 4 of 4) (Scomiche)

Kirstie

AYYY HERE'S SOME FLUFFY KAVI

I'm finishing up the last of the One-Shots, and then that's it. I'm done with them and I'm focusing on my full-length stories. 

If you guys have Twitter I want to follow you :3 I'm @batvioletbee :D

ON ANOTHER NOTE KO'S HAVING HIS OWN ALBUM?!? I'M SO HAPPY!!!

Ok here you go bye <3 (I switched it up btw)

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Kirstie’s POV

I dropped to the floor of our hotel bathroom the moment we got back. All the tears flowed out down my cheeks and dropped to the floor beneath me. I didn’t want to think about Steven…I didn’t want to even think of high school for that matter. I just wanted things to be alright.

“Kirstie, are you okay?” Scott asked through the door after half an hour.

“I’m okay!” I yelled out, making my voice sound normal as possible. It worked, obviously, because the next thing I heard was him plop down on his bed and turn on the TV.

I couldn’t help but think about Mitch and Jamie. I never liked the fucker. I would always get so mad at Ally for even thinking that they would be a good match, but Jamie was good to his sister so she was blind to what a monster he really was. I never even expected him to be as bad as he was.

I took out my phone and sniffled as I messaged Mitch.

Kirstie: How’re you holding up?

Mitch: Ok. You?

I stared at my phone for a moment before I answered. I know he was being modest, and when he was being modest that meant he was breaking down.

Kirstie: Come to our room and cuddle us if you’re not, okay?

I avoided the question and stood up to look at myself in the mirror. I looked a wreck and wiped the tears away from my eyes. I took some deep breaths and washed my face before I went back into the hotel room where Scott was lying in bed. He looked over at me and then sat up in his bed.

“Everything okay?”

I nodded. “It was an emotional night, Scott…”

He held out his arms and I gladly took them, wrapping my arms around his torso and his around my shoulders.

“I told Mitch to come in here if he needs us…” I said but he didn’t respond. I looked up at him. “Why are you so quiet?”

He shook visibly and I propped myself up on my knees in front of him. I knew what was going through his head and I sighed to myself as he ran his hands over his face out of stress.

“Scott…what are you doing?” I asked him.

He stood up just then, his hands going into his hair and pushing it back out of his face. “I don’t know what I’m doing, Kirstie!” He snapped back at me without looking over to me.

I faced towards him and folded my hands on my lap while I waited for him to calm down. He always got angry when we talked about this and I knew it wouldn’t last long.

“I don’t know…” He trailed off as he calmed down and I stood up to walk over to him. I stepped in front of him and put my hands on his arms. “Why am I doing this?”

“Because you’re scared…and you shouldn’t be.”

He dropped his arms and walked away from me again. “I can’t do it, Kirst.”