He's not afraid (a Scott Hoying & Mitch Grassi fanfiction)

Relax! (REVISED)

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"Go to sleep, goddammit!" Scott said for the third time while I finished smoking my cigarette.

"I can't sleep! I need to think of something!" I looked at him while he looked at me, clearly frustrated.

It was 4.17am and I was sitting in the end of the bed me and Scott would sleep on. I wasn't even sleepy, I kept telling myself to think of a plan, a way to get me and the guys to safety.

I had already called Mike and asked him to turn off my phone and to look through the magic eye on the door if someone knocked. Not that I was scared, but Mike has absolutely nothing to do with this and, somehow, he's also in risk.

Just thinking that this was all my fault made the anger possess over my body and I wanted to do the most violent things. I harmed them all when I promised I wouldn't.

"Relax! You have plenty of time to think about it, now go to sleep!" Scott said, turning around on the bed and covering himself with the blanket. I rolled my eyes and looked out the window: the sun wasn't peaking but the moon was already disappearing.

I was such a fool to believe everything would work out fine.

"I can't relax, Scott!" I yelled at him.

I couldn't get out of there for anything in the world, it could cause more chaos. I lit up another cigarette, giving me more freedom to think.

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It's possible to say that I stayed up all night, I couldn't sleep because of the constant anxiety attacks and Scott's snores. But, on the bright side, I had a few ideas and I wanted at least some of them to work. I glanced at the clock and noticed it was 9.56am, so I decided to go take a bath. I took a quick one and put my hair on a top knot, I wasn't wearing the wig anymore now that I was at home.

I exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me and Scott was already dressed and scrolling something on his phone. I smirked at him and he nodded. I put on my Loewe sweater, black jeans and my Acne Studios leather jacket, and looked back at Scott.

"We'll be back tonight." he whispered, while getting up. "Me and Ben need to think of something." he said, looking at his hair on the mirror.

"Only you two?" I asked while he entered the bathroom.

"Yeah. Why?" he asked and I raised an eyebrow. "We're literally the only ones who actually think."

"Don't you think it'd be better if I also think of something? After all... I'm the reason why you're on this." I said while lighting up a cigarette.

"Oh Mitch!" he growled. "What if Dice finds out? She'd want to get involved too. It's better if you don't." he said and I stood still.

I waited until he left the bathroom and looked at me, I looked back at him with a serious face and we went down for coffee, a woman was making it on the kitchen. She looked at us and leaned her head down a bit.

"Mr. Thomas left, but he said that you sirs should be comfortable." she said and I found out she was a maid. "If you need anything..."

"What's with you?" I asked, laughing. "He's not a sir, and I am definitely not one too." I said and she leaned her head back up, looking at me like she recognized me. "Yes, I am who you think I am. Please don't tell anyone." she giggled. "We're just visiting, but since you know the place better than us you're welcome to be with us." I said and Scott didn't seem to mind it. "Have you already had your morning coffee?" she shook her head. "Then come." I pulled her. "We're not bothered by your presence." she looked at me, still shy. "I'm Mitch and he's Scott." Scott smiled gently at her. "What's your name?"