—————-Mitch pov —————
I wake up everyday and know im dying. I refuse to love. Who can love me anyway. I will be dead soon. I cant break anyone's heart.
I decided to go to Starbucks and get coffee. I mean this could be my last for all i fucking know.
I walked in and saw the usual barista.
"How are you Mitch?" Kirstie asked.
"Dying" i said dryly.
"Chin up babe, usual?"
"Ill try and, yes please." I took out my wallet and paid for my drink.
"Hey im on break, stay with me?"
"Anything to stay out of the house."
We talked for maybe 10 minutes but i was really thirsty. I guess a side effect from the therapy.
While my drink was being made i turned around to say something to Kirstie. Instead in turned and hit into a rather large person. I was about to fall when this person caught me. His arms warm around me.
When i looked up i was met with soft beautiful eyes.
Scoot pov (scott)
I decided to stop and get a coffee before going home. I was answering a text when i walked in.
When i accidentally ran into someone. My first instinct was to catch them. My arms easily held up his small frame from falling.
When he looked up his beautiful browns eyes dug into me like no one elses did. I pretty sure he stood there a second longer relishing in the warmth of my arms.
He stood himself back up and just kinda stood there staring.
"Im sorry for running into you." I said
"Oh no its ok, I should have paid more attention."
"No it was me i was texting." I said trying not to make him feel bad.
"Oh ok, well im Mitch." He held out his small hand for me.
"Im Scott." I said grabbing his small hand and shaking it.
"Mitch!" The barista called out. I looked out to see a small blonde woman and Mitch looked over. It looked like she signed something to him. Im assuming he knew what she ment cause he did something back.
He went to leave but i couldn't let him.
"Hey, do you wanna hang out with me and maybe we can get to know each other more?"
"Oh, sure!" He said a smile on his face.
————— Mitch pov —————
Did he just ask me to get to know him? Hells yes!
"Oh,sure!" I said. But i cant get to close to him. I dont want to hurt him.
We sat and talked for awhile. It eventually started to rain and the coffee shop got colder and colder. I was only wearing a short sleeved shirt so i was freezing. Meanwhile Scott sat with his sweat shirt off.
I think he noticed cause he twirled back, grabbed i sweatshirt and handed it to me. I smiled in delight and slipped it over my head. I was easy seeing is how his clothes are 10x bigger than mine.
When i put it on i realised i could put my feet in and not stretch it out. I pulled my legs up and pulled the sweatshirt over them.
At this point Scott was laughing histaricly.
"What? Im so cold!"
"Im sorry! Its just very funny."
"Its just the chemo has all these crazy side effects." I realized what i said but it was to late. I will have to tell him. He wont wanna be friends.
"Chemo?" He eyes softened and he looked like he would cry. But i just met him.
"Yeah, i have cancer. So go ahead leave. You dont wanna be friends with me. And when you take your sweatshirt, wash it. My sweat can get you sick too." My eyes started tearing up.
"Mitch i still wanna be friends. And i dont care about the sweatshirt i can wash it. You can even keep it. I-i knew there was something about you. I need to be with you."
I looked up shocked. He cares?
"Why, care im just gonna die?!"
"Mitch come here." He opened his arms welcoming me.
I ran to his warm arms. I put my face in the crook of his arm soaking up the warmth.
"I care."
"Thank you."
(A/n)
Ok so i love this oneshot so much i will write a part 2 possibly 3. GO READ THE BOOK
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