Never Letting Go (Scömìche)

Chapter One - Vacation

SCOTT

It was around noon. Me and Mitchell had just finished filming another Superfruit episode. We felt pretty confident that the outro we'd just caught on tape would most definitely cause a stir in the Superfruit and Pentaholic community. Especially the Scömìche shippers. Yet, we didn't care. We knew we were best friends, even though others thought otherwise.

I took down the camera, and all the other filming equipment we needed for a great quality video and placed them in storage till the next week. But, there wasn't going to be an episode next week, or the week after that. I was going on vacation for a while.

A friend of mine was having a wedding, and that friend (surprisingly) didn't know Mitch, so didn't invite him. The flight was paid for by my friend and so was the stay. The stay was paid for two weeks. It was longer than expected and I wasn't happy, but I couldn't waste their money. I'm not cruel like that. But I had to leave now, or I'd miss my flight.

I stared at Mitch and for a second, I got lost in his gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. And then I noticed it. A look of pain and upset smothered his entire face and the tears in his eyes soon began to show. Why didn't I just say no to the invite? Goddamn it Scott! But it was too late now. I had to go, as much as it hurt. I went up to him and wrapped my arms around him as tight as I could whilst trying to comfort him for the last time in a while.

MITCH

I just couldn't let go. I just hugged him so tight. I didn't want him to leave me. I could hardly stand a week without him, let alone two. I kept my grasp strong, hoping it would keep him there. It'd failed. He eventually let go, and it hurt so much to see him grab his bags, fully packed, and walk to the door.

"Scott, wait! Please..." I'd never been without him for more than a week. I'm pretty independent, but when my best friend leaves me, I just about lose all my sanity. Scott hesitates, his back facing me, before replying in quite a stressed tone, a look of anger, upset and confusion on his face as he turned around.

"I've got to, Mitch!" He took a deep breath. "These people aren't rich! They've saved up hard earned money to book me a flight and a hotel room! And I'm not going to waste that money!" Scott wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "It hurts to leave you, it really does. But we've all got to be strong to get through life. I can do this and I know you can too." That hit me hard, but I trusted him.

"Okay..." I replied, still a bit shaken.

He turned once more to face the door. He twisted the handle, his hand trembling, and opened it. The smell of vehicle fumes infested the air. As suspected, the cab was there, waiting. Scott walked over to it and opened the trunk. He slowly placed his luggage in the back and closed the door before hopping into one of the three back seats.

His eyes widened as he rolled down the window. He was scared. So was I and I could hardly bear it. The cab begin to move. Scott began to worry. And then the words poured out of his mouth as the cab drove away into the distance...

"Mitch Grassi, you are my best friend and I will love you unconditionally now and forever. Remember that..."

And with that, he was gone...

~WRITER' S NOTE~
Hey guys this was my first attempt at a piece of writing like this! If you liked it, please leave a comment based on your thoughts and vote! Thanks!