Scott's POV:
It's been 2 years since I've seen Mitch. Boy do I miss him so much. He's everything to me but I drove him away from being stupid. We took a break from Pentatonix cause Mitch refuses to come back. I've apologized many times. He hasn't forgiven me. I called him 100 times and texted him. No replies or answers. I haven't been eating much. If I'm with Kirstin or around others I'd eat but when I'm by myself, I don't. I miss cuddling with Mitch, making him blush if I compliment him, giving him little feather kisses along his jaw. I miss him. I walked into my room. I looked on my nightstand and saw a picture of me and Mitch hugging and smiling. I was kissing Mitch's cheek while he smiled beautifully. I grabbed the picture and walked over to the bed and sat down. I looked at the picture. "I'm so sorry Mitchie," I said, putting my head against the photo.
2 years ago:
"Mitchie hurry up. We gotta go to school," I said, knocking on the bathroom door. "If you want me to go to school naked, then I'll hurry up." "I would love that," I said, smirking. "Oh shut up Scott," Mitch said, laughing. The door opened up. Mitch had a cute outfit on. "Wow you are my beautiful muffin," I said, lifting Mitch up and spinning him around. I put him down. "Scott you're so sweet." "I know I am," I said smiling. Mitch kissed my cheek and grabbed my bag. "Here you go darling," he said, handing it to me. I grabbed it. "You're the best baby," I said, kissing his cheek. He grabbed his bag. I grabbed my keys and we went to school. Mitch grabbed my arm and walked with me to my locker. "Yo Scott," Alex said, walking over to me. "Hey Alex." Mitch's grip tightened. He moved behind me. I looked behind me and Mitch's face was buried in my back. I looked back at Alex. "Let's go outside and hang without Mitch," Alex said to me. "Uh I want Mitch to come. We are a package deal." "Come on Scott," Alex said. I looked at Mitch and he looked up at me. "Sorry Mitch," I said, pulling my arm out of his grip. "But Scott." "I'll see you later," I said, kissing his cheek. Me and Alex went outside. "So you should ditch that skinny boy," Alex said as we sat down. "I can't ditch Mitchie." "Mitchie? Bro that's so stupid. You needa ditch that loser. Look man, just follow my lead when we see him." "Mitch isn't a loser I can't ditch him," I said. "Come on bro," Alex said, punching me. "Okay fine." Me and Alex hung out till Lunch. We snuck back inside and went to lunch. I saw Mitch and walked over to him. "Yo dork," Alex said to Mitch. Mitch looked at me. "Scott where have you been?" "Why do you care?" I asked crossing my arms. "Scott why are you acting like that?" "Oh shut up you idiot," I said. "S-Scott what are you doing?" "Stop talking to me. You suck and you should leave." "Scotty, you're hurting me," Mitch said, tears building up. "Mitch, I...." Mitch shook his head and walked away. I went to go follow him but Alex held me back. "Leave him Scott. He's fine." I frowned. The school day went slowly. Mitch avoided me. Every time I looked at him, he would look away. If I was near him, he would turn around and go a different direction. I don't know why I did what I did. I just felt pressured. I got home. "Mitchie?" I called out. I heard a door shut. I walked down the hall and walked into the bedroom. Mitch was packing. "Mitch what are you doing?" Mitch looked over at me. "You were so mean to me Scotty. I'm sorry but I need to leave." "Mitchie no darling you can't leave." "Scott I will never forget what you did to me. That was so mean." "Mitchie, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean anything I said." I grabbed Mitch and hugged him. "Scott let go of me," Mitch said, softly. I kissed Mitch gently around his jaw. "S-Scott stop," Mitch said, feeling relaxed. I kissed gently around his neck. Mitch moaned then pushed me away from him. "I'm sorry Scott but I have to go." Mitch grabbed his suitcase. "Mitch no I love you." "But not enough." Mitch grabbed his phone and walked out the door. That was the last of Mitchell Coby Michael Grassi.
To be continued...
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