Chasing A Rockstar

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

          The concert ROCKED. No, I take that back. Rocked was an understatement. It was more like the best concert in the history of the world that anyone has ever been to, EVER. I screamed my heart out.  When Mitch came out to sing after half an hour of opening acts, I literally cried a little bit. I know, I’m pathetic. But hey, it’s love, so go nuts. I swear he winked at me. Though every other girl near me thought it was them… But, he didn’t smile at them, he was smiling back to me, then he winked. So there. I proved my point.

ANWAY, Casey and Ann were going crazy. They cheered so loud and screamed so much for Ben that he dedicated a whole song to them. I could have sworn Ann looked like she was about to faint. But to put the whole night in three words, I’d have to say: BEST NIGHT EVER. Everything was perfect. Ben sang a few of his songs, played his sax, his best friend from university, Max, came out and sang a few, Mitch sang four songs, he did a duet with Ben, and then they all sang one song together. It was AWESOME. It was literally perfect. Until we left, that is.

Casey and Ann had a tennis tournament in Miami the next couple of days, so Casey’s mom had to come get them, so they could head off to Florida once they had finished putting the last of the stuff in the car. So basically, that left me driving home alone in the middle of the night. Nothing could go wrong, right? I had to walk about a quarter of a mile to get to where I parked my car. What I didn’t realize, is that I had to go past a HUGE celebrity club to get there. Great. The perfect way to end my night was to have some drunken guy come after me.

I cautiously walked past the club until I heard the door open and slam. I heard some random giggling and some guys laughing. Uh oh, this can’t be good. I didn’t let myself look back until I heard the door open and slam shut again. The laughing had subsided, all I heard was a groan of pain. I whipped around and the sound of it. You would never guess who it was laying on the ground on a dirty street in the middle of Atlanta. It was Mitch Valley. I ran over to him as soon as I recognized his face. Okay, so if I’m 16, and he’s born 10 months before me…that makes him 17. So, he’s not even of drinking age! (I know, I know. I’m the party pooper.)

“Hello,” he said in his adorable accent. He smiled up at me. “Would you happen to know where the men’s room is? I got lost on my way there…” He broke into a fit of giggles, as I helped him stand up.

“Uh no, but let me help you out. Where are you staying?”

“I dunno! In the tour bus I guess…” he adopted a faraway look on his face. I almost smacked my forehead. How could this happen to me?

“Do you have a phone?” I asked, he paused to think about it, then nodded. He took it out of his pocket and waggled it in my face.

“Do you want it? Do you want the phone? Catch it! Come on! Grab it! You know you can!” he teased trying to keep it away from me. He had a good half of a foot on me, so I probably looked extremely stupid jumping up and down trying to grab a cell phone outside a club…

“Hand it over, idiot! We don’t have time!” I retorted.

“No need to be so harsh…” he giggled. I rolled my eyes and found his brother’s contact. It went straight to voicemail when I called. I sighed. So, I left a message stating my address, so they wouldn’t think that I kidnapped Mitch. Gosh, that would be really hard to explain.

“Okay, you can come to my house, we can get you all cleaned up, how does that sound?” I asked. He responded by cheering. Geez, dealing with drunken people is like dealing with a three year old. I managed to make it back to my car with Mitch all in one piece. He sang the whole way there, but his voice was hoarse and scratchy, and it wasn’t the beauty I knew to be his voice. That depressed me a bit…

One we had made it back to my empty house (my parents were away for the week for a business trip in Charlotte), I ran up to my dad’s room and grabbed some sweats and a t-shirt. I gave them to Mitch. When I handed him the clothes, he looked like he was about to cry. Then, he did. It was extremely awkward to put it gently…

“I am, SO TOUCHED, these are beautiful,” he said with tears in his eyes. I had to seriously try not to laugh. I guess being drunk effects some people more than others. I didn’t have much time to dwell on the thought, because Mitch’s face became solemn all of a sudden. Then he looked sick.

“Oh gosh, I think I’m going to hurl.” He put his hands over his mouth and looked at me like he was scared. I pointed to the direction of the bathroom. Never had I EVER seen a guy so excited to see a toilet. He threw up for about half an hour. I won’t give you the details on that, because who wants to hear that? The whole time I was rubbing his back and cooing soothing things to him. Finally, he was empty. He looked drained. I let him take a shower, and then led him up to my room.

At first he looked kind of worried that I have just one twin sized bed. (I would’ve been too if I was in a random stranger’s house in the middle of a different continent.) But then I pulled out the trundle bed from underneath mine. He looked content after that. I got him settled, and we just lied in bed staring at the ceiling.

“Hey, uh…” He was the first to speak.

“It’s Scarlett,” I calmly replied.

“Well, Scarlett, thanks for…well everything. I bet you’ve never had to deal with a drunk guy before, huh?” he laughed.

“It’s all good. It was…uh interesting.”

“Good.” We locked eyes for an intense minute, but when I felt my cheeks turn warm, I broke the gaze.

“So, uh, why were you drunk in the first place? I mean, you’re only 17, right?”

“Max thought it would be just hilarious to put a whole lot of Vodka in my Coke. Just hilarious.” He laughed bitterly.

“I never thought Max was that type of person… He always seemed so nice in the videos…”

“It’s all an act. Ever since Ben met him at university, it’s been Max this, and Max that. It’s never ‘Me and Mitch’ anymore, it’s always ‘Me and Max’. I’ve been replaced. And my own brother did it. I had to work so hard just to get him to let me come on tour with them,” he looked pained. I became worried that I had asked too much.

“Sorry,  I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

          “You could never make me upset.”

          “Well, you probably need your sleep, so goodnight Mitch,” I smiled.

          “Goodnight Scar, and thanks for everything. Really,” he smiled up at me. We lied there in silence for about a minute.

          “Oh Mitch?” I asked.

          “Yes Scarlett?”

          “For the record, I like you best out of everyone that your brother has ever sang with. If I recall correctly, only you have honestly made me anticipate the newest video upload,” I said reassuringly. I became worried when Mitch didn’t answer, but when I looked down, I saw that he was sleeping soundly with a smile on his face. I leaned down, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. I made sure he didn’t wake up and fell asleep with a smile so big, you would wonder why my skin didn’t tear.