Start Over

#toosoon.

*Mitch's POV*

"Mitch."

I grunt and snuggle into my blanket.

"Mitch, we have rehearsal all day."

I groan.

Today is our only day off for a while, so we decided to have an all-day writing session.

We're flying out to London in two days for Christmas, so we have to get stuff done.

I get out of bed and walk over to get a bottle of water.

"I'm gonna head down to breakfast. Oh and by the way, you're naked."

I glance down and rub my forehead.

I got no sleep last night.

I was too busy thinking about Scott.

I love him so much and I just hope that he will forgive me and want to be with me.

My eyelids are almost swollen shut from my sleepiness and my breath smells terrible.

I go over to my suitcase and put on a hoodie and some sweatpants.

I head downstairs to the breakfast area and get some coffee.

When I sit down at a table with the group I get weird looks.

What?

"You look like you got ran over by a truck." Kirstie says.

Thanks.

"Sorry, it's true. Did you sleep?"

7.

"Seven hours? Oh, that's not bad."

Minutes.

"Mitch! You have to get more sleep than that!" Esther scolds.

I nod and lay my head on Avi's shoulder.

"You're taking a nap when we start rehearsal. We'll do that first and then wake you up to arrange." Esther says.

I sign that I'm fine.

"Mustard?"

I meant I'm fine.

"Yeah, he needs sleep." Kevin says.

I stare at my coffee with tired eyes.

"Don't drink coffee, you're too far past that." Kirstie says.

I take a sip of water and put my head in my arms.

Kirstie pats my back.

"Want some eggs? You need the protein." Kevin says and slides a plate towards me.

I lift my head up a little and pick up the fork.

I take a small bite of egg and set the fork down again.

"Mitch, I'm gonna ground you if you don't get more sleep." Esther says half-playful, half-serious.

Really? I'm 18.

"But you're the baby."

I shove my head back into my arms.

I take a ten minute nap and get woken up by Avi.

"Time for rehearsal!"

I stand up and follow everyone out the door.

I look at Scott and notice that his walking is getting so much better.

I wonder why he didn't just tell us that the wheelchair was temporary.

God, I miss him.

I hope he misses me.

*Scott's POV*

If I have to use these stupid crutches one more day I swear I will hit someone with them.

So I went with Kirstie on a secret mission yesterday to the doctor's office for my check up and he said that I can slowly ease off of the crutches.

Yeah, I know, I'm a bad person for not telling them but the doctors weren't completely sure if I could get out of this chair, so I didn't want to get anyone's hopes up.

Apparently I just needed to regain muscle strength so I had to use the chair.

I think today I'm going to try to walk.

When we get into the van I do so with ease.

Again, Mitch and I are separated.

I miss him.

We drive a short way to the songwriting place and go inside.

It's a good sized room with some couches and a TV.

Mitch gets out of the van and lies down on a couch, instantly falling asleep.

We all laugh quietly at his snores and get to work.

About thirty minutes in, I excuse myself to go to the restroom.

It takes me a while, but I finally decide to just sit down instead of using a urinal, so it was a little easier.

I wash my hands and turn around.

"Hey, Scott."

I jump and nearly scream.

"Jesus, Mitch- What did you say?"

"I said... Hello."

"But how... Are you..."

"Speech. It's a little... Slow, but... I... Will learn."

"You've been going?" I ask in astonishment.

"Yes."

"I'm proud of you," My eyes widen. "Sorry, we aren't supposed to-"

He puts a finger to my lips.

"Hush."

He sounds drunk, but it's hot.

I nearly fall but catch myself on the counter.

"I miss you." I whisper.

He leans in close to my face.

"You don't have to miss me anymore."

He smashes his lips against mine.

I'm conflicted between him kissing me and that perfect sentence.

I pull away breathlessly.

"We aren't supposed to be together, Mitch. Not yet."

He looks at the door.

"I... Don't see anyone to stop... Us. Do you want it?"

"I want it." I say and grab him by the shirt.

We kiss once again and then I almost slip and fall.

"This is dangerous. Maybe later." I say and brush myself off.

"Come on. They... They might be... Sus...picious."

We exit the bathroom and head back into the rehearsal room.

"Everything okay?" Kirstie asks.

I smile and nod.

Everything is more than okay.