On The Line

Unresolved Issues

Scott's POV:

I had to get out of there and fast. I knew I fucked up after Mitch moved away from me. I don't even know why I had let him stay like that. Maybe I do. Maybe because it felt right. I didn't have to hide myself around him. Only he can do that, and it scares me. I go back to being the little boy who is still confused about what he likes. I am the little boy who is still 'too close' with his best friend. Yet the only thing I know for certain is whatever I felt towards my best friend never stopped, it grew. I don't want to disappoint my parents by telling them, all they talk about is when I'm gonna meet a nice girl and bring her home. To be honest, I don't want to ever bring a girl home because they don't interest me. Yeah they're okay but they don't scream 'I'm relationship worthy'...

I hadn't realized I was stuck in deep thought until I felt a nudge from under the table. It was Mitch.

"Huh, sorry." I saw everyone look at me with concern in their eyes. "I-I think I'm gonna go to sleep." "Scott, you barely touched your chicken parm." Mitch's mother said. "I'm just not feeling well at the moment. Thanks..." And with that I took my plate into the kitchen.

I leaned over the sink and sighed. What is happening? I felt like screaming. "Scott. Honey, do you want to talk?" Mitch's mother asks. "I-I'm not sure." "Come upstair with me sweetie." I finally turned from the sink and looked at her. She was serious, she actually wanted to talk. I nodded and followed her up the steps, ignoring the curious and worried glances I was getting from Kirstie and Mitch.

I sat down in a roll-chair and she sat on the cushioned chair. "Scott. Are you okay?" "Define okay."

She sighed and started asking questions, "What is going on in that mind of yours, honey?" "A lot of confusing things" I said as I looked at my feet. "I... My-My dad said it was just a phase. He said it'd go away and I'd be normal again." I could feel the tears building in my eyes. I refuse to let this fall. "Normal? Scott. What are you trying to tell me?" "T-These feelings! I-I can't get rid of them. I try so hard to like them, but I don't! And I haven't told my parents because they want me to bring a nice girl home. I hate shoving everything down but I don't want hateful parents! And on top of that my... my feelings only grow. They haven't gone away. I think I fucked up our friendship earlier." My eyes widen. This is his mom I'm talking to... "I'm sorry." She only smiled and hugged me. Her warm embrace felt comforting. "It'll all work itself out, okay? I don't want you to end up hurting yourself over something like this. Just know that if you need anything, and I mean ANYthing, us Grassi's will be there for you." I couldn't hold them back. The tears poured out like Niagara Falls. I'm pretty sure you could hear my gut wrenching sobs throughout the house.

I don't remember the last time I cried. Maybe it was that night this topic first arose. Maybe that's why I am so emotional. Maybe that's why I'm bawling so hard I can hardly catch my breath. Just a bunch of "Maybes"

When I had finally calmed down, I felt drained. I just wanted to go to sleep. I hugged Mrs.Grassi and thanked her then left to where all this had started a few hours ago. As I walked in I saw Kirstie and Mitch look at me. They looked baffled. I must've looked a mess. "You know Scott, its okay not to be okay..." said Kirstie, obviously quoting Jessie J, but it helped. I went over and hugged her then Mitch came over and we turned it into a group hug. They are the best people any the world.

"Will you tell us what happened tonight?" Mitch asked.

"If it comes to it... Right now I am physically and emotionally tired, so I am gonna head to sleep early. Night." I got onto the pile on the floor and made myself comfortable. After a few minutes I think I finally dozed off.

Kirstie's POV:

"He never sleeps in the floor! I usually sleep there? You've gotta ask momma what happened tonight." "I doubt she'd tell us! Whatever he told her was in private and highly personal. Especially for him to cry so loud like that..." Ugh. Mitch had to be right. "Well what're we gonna do?" I ask, "I'm not sure Kirstie-chu. I've never had to deal with him not telling me something!" Mitch said, sounding hurt. "We should sleep it off bub!" I looked over at Scott sound asleep on the floor. "Maybe we should get down there with him?" I suggested. "Fine with me." I gave him a 'I bet it is' look' as we walked over to the little set up of blankets and pillows. "Night Kirstie-chu." Mitch whispered and turned out the light.

Why do I feel like this will be the beginning of something crazy...