Crushing (Scömíche)

Chapter 5

"Let's make a cake!" Mitch squealed.

"But why?" I questioned.

"Because cake baking is fun. Wait- no- for Kevin's birthday." Mitch made up quickly.

"Actually I was thinking about... Calling Kirstin." I said quietly.

"Really? Wait, Kirstin? Scott! You can still call her Kirstie! I'll invite her over." Mitch offered quickly, scolding me for using her full name.

"Ok, call her. I'm going to get...ready" I said.

*Mitch's POV*
"Yay!" I squealed and pulled my phone out of my pocket. Scott left to shower and I called Kirstie.

"Hello?" Kirstie answered.

"Kirstie! I missed you!" I cried.

"Mitchie! This is the longest I've gone without talking to you since we were 15!" She exclaimed.

"So can you come over?" I asked.

"Really? Yes! I'll be there in 5!" She practically yelled.

"How about 45?" I asked.

"45 minutes? Fine, see you in a while." She said and hang up. She was so excited. I had missed her a ton but I felt like a few days without talking to her for another friend wasn't bad. I was glad Scott had suggested calling her.

*Scott's POV*

I stepped out of the shower and turned it off, wrapping a towel around my waist and looking in the mirror. She had said his name. Mitch's! What if she-loved him? I looked myself in the mirror thinking about the things I would change. I sighed, maybe I didn't want Kirstie to want me. Maybe I didn't want any girl to want me. Maybe there was something else.

I went into my room and quickly got dressed then went to the living room to talk to Mitch.

"How long?"

"About 10, but she seemed excited so maybe 5." He smiled, looking into my eyes. I was silent.

"Are you sure?" He asked softly, grabbing my hand and tugging me onto the couch with him.

"Yeah, I just I don't know, maybe Kirstie isn't right for me, you know? Have you ever had someone you loved so much, but thought maybe this love wasn't, you know, right? Maybe I love her because she is Kirstie, not because she's my girlfriend. Maybe I don't, want a girlfriend. Well-Kirstie maybe I don't want Kirstie as my girlfriend." I explained. He just nodded along softly.

"I've never felt like that." He whispered and gave my hand a quick squeeze.

"You'll make the right decision." He smiled. I loved his smile. I loved how he understood me like no one else could, even if he had never been in that situation. I loved him.

Then the doorbell rang.

"I got it!" Mitch squealed and ran to the door. I ran a hand through my hair and adjusted how I was sitting on the couch. Mitch and Kirstie came back talking about a minute later.

"Hey Scott." She said softly.

"Hey Kirstie." I answered slowly.

"I missed you." She almost whispered.

"I-I missed you too." I said.

"I-I'm really sorry I-I was distracted." She said, glancing towards Mitch.

"We talked about that, actually. Kirst, I really love you. I love you so much, but maybe I don't-don't love you like that. Kirstie, I've known you since we were what? 11? You're one of my best friends! Of course I love you! But, maybe I don't want, that. You. Whatever we had. I don't think, well I don't know. Maybe I want Kirstin Maldonado, the best friend I've had like half my life, not Kirstin Maldonado, my girlfriend." I said a little shakily. A thought was tugging at my brain, wanting to escape.

*Kirstie's POV*

I listened intensely to every word that came out of his mouth. Maybe he was right.

"I- Scott- I love you." I whispered and held my hand out towards him. He gave it a quick squeeze and held it in his.

"I love you Kirstie- but I don't want this." He dig in his pocket and set a small box on the table. I felt my eyes well up as I stared at the box, knowing he was saying goodbye. I tried saying something but I choked on my words. He had-?

"I was going to do it then- that night- but I started, you know, thinking. I decided to sleep on it again- and I don't want to get married." He said. I heard Mitch sniffle. I had forgotten he was there. I knew tears were rolling down my cheeks. Scott opened his arms to give me a hug and I fell into his arms, letting him hold me again.

"Kirstie, Mitch, I-I think there's s-something I need to T-tell you guys." Scott said through tears.

Mitch moved closer and I made more space in between Scott and I.

"Scotty-?" Mitch said softly after a long time.

"I-i think- I think that- I m-m- I- think I-I'm g-g-g" he was bawling at this point and I wanted desperately to help, but didn't know what to do.

"I t-think I'm g-gay."