The Missing Pieces

Problems.

A/N: Mom: You better not be writing gay fanfiction!!!111!1!!

Me: lol.

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*Scott's POV*

I wake up and see that everyone is gone from their bunks.

Must've slept late.

I check my phone and see that it's 7:15.

I roll out of bed and into the front area of the bus.

"Are we almost at our hotel?" I ask, still half asleep.

It's abnormally quiet.

"Hello?"

Kirstie looks at Mitch and he burst into tears.

"What? What, Mitch? Are you okay?" I rush to his side.

He keeps crying and Kevin takes a deep breath.

"We got a call from the hospital in North Carolina. Sam... she's been rushed into emergency surgery. Her heart is failing."

I sit there for a second.

"What?"

"She might not make it, Scott..." Kirstie says.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE MIGHT NOT MAKE IT?" I say.

Mitch jumps from my sudden outburst of anger.

"Scott, calm down." Kevin says.

"SHE'S DYING, KEVIN!"

"I know, just calm down." He says.

Mitch pulls me down and kisses me on the lips.

I sit there in shock.

Calm down.

"What if she d..."

"Don't say that, Scott. She's strong, she'll pull through." Kirstie says and rubs my back.

I take shaky breaths and try to stop crying.

Mitch pulls me into his arms and we just sit there for a couple of minutes.

I look up to see that it's just us.

"She can't die! She's my best friend!" I start babbling and Mitch puts his finger to my lips.

She's not going to die.

"You don't know that!" I wail.

She's strong. She'll pull through. We have to go perform.

I stand up and wipe my eyes.

I love performing, I really do, but now is not the time.

We walk into the building and quickly change before going backstage.

We're doing this morning show and they sure did make sure to let us sing in the morning.

It's only 7:30 and we sing at 9.

We had to get here early so they can let all of the fans in and we could do sound check.

"Let's work on Daft Punk choreography. This is a small space." Kevin says and I walk to my spot.

Mitch isn't listening.

"Mitch!" Kevin says, trying to get his attention.

He holds up a finger.

"Mitch!" I say and he sighs and walks to his spot.

Why is he so pissy?

Kevin counts us off and Mitch stops him.