Crushing (Scömíche)

Chapter 8

*Kirstie's POV*

I rubbed my eyes softly and lifted my head off of Scott's shoulder. He let out a small groan and turned the other direction. I stood up and went to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror, fixing my hair and trying to make my makeup look like I hadn't slept in it. We had band practice today.

"Come on Mitch! I'm sure you have foundation somewhere!" I hissed, rummaging through the mirror and under the sink.

"Aha!" I grabbed the bottle from the cabinet and fixed what I could.

"Kirstie!" Scott yelled.

"Hold on!" I called back, trying to finish quickly.

"Kirstin I swear to god get in here! Now!" He almost screamed. I knew he was serious. I dropped the bottle, which made a loud crash as it dropped into the sink and ran into the living room.

"Here!" He called from the kitchen.

"Scott what the hell?" A glass cup was shattered on the floor, juice from inside everywhere. How had I not heard that? He shoved a piece of paper in my face. I scanned over it, then read it fully, twice. Scott stood behind me and read over my shoulder.

"He didn't." I said. Scott opened the garage door and looked out.

"His car is gone." He whispered.

"No. No. No no no no. Dammit Mitch! Fuck! Let's call the police." I said, grabbing his phone off the counter. He swiftly took it from my hands.

"He's an adult, the police can't help us."

"Dammit Mitch!" I yelled and hit my hand against the counter.

"Kirstie-" Scott started.

"No! He could die! He could-" I screamed, pushing him away.

"He's an adult! He can-" Scott said.

"Why aren't you worried! Your best friend is missing! He's depressed Scott! What if he kills himself!" I screamed. Scott's eyes welled with tears.

"He wouldn't-" he started.

"He would! He can't help himself! He gets these thoughts! This is your fault Scott! You did this! He needs us! Or maybe he just needs me." I screamed. It was his fault. His fault Mitch left, his fault we broke up! His fault! I flung open the garage door and stomped out to my car.

"Kirstie!" He yelled, tears obviously choking up his voice.

"Fuck you Scott!" I yelled and got in the car. Hot tears poured down my face as I sped out of the driveway and onto the street. His fault.

*Scott's POV*

I fell onto the couch crying. She was right. It was my fault. Mitch left because of me. He may be planning to kill himself and it's my fault. I sobbed and threw my face into the couch. I'm such an idiot. Such a fucking idiot! It was my fault! This was all my fault! I tried to wipe the tears from my eyes, but they immediately filled back up. My head ached from crying so hard. I hated myself. I did this! It was my fault!

*Kirstie's POV*

Me: Can you come over? Please?

A: I'll be there soon, I promise.

Me: I need you

A: Try to stay calm. I'll be there. I'm parking down the street.

Me: Please hurry

"Kirstie!" He yelled as he flung open the door. I wiped at my tear-stained cheeks, as though he might not notice.

"Kirstie? What's going on?" He asked softly, taking my hand and sitting with me on the couch.

"M-Mitch is G-G-G-gone!" I sobbed.

"What! What happened? I'll call Scott." He said.

"Not Scott...his fault...Mitch gone." I sobbed.

"Kirst. Calm down. What happened?" He asked, rubbing my back. I finally calmed down and told him every event that had happened since I got home.

"You know it's not Scott's fault." He said softly.

"I know." I groaned.

"But Mitch is gone and Scott knows more than anyone. He's the one who can find him. Or maybe he's right. Mitch will come home." He offered.

"I miss Mitchie." I said. I was acting like a 4-year-old and I knew it, but he didn't care.

*Scott's POV*

I was in my second hour of wallowing in how much I hated myself when the doorbell rang. I jumped straight onto my feet and sprinted to the door, hoping it was Mitch.

"Hey Scott." She said.

"Hi Kirstin." I said. I had only been done a second when she threw her arms around me and leaned against my shoulder, tears already soaking my shirt.

"Scott, this is too much, I can't do it hating you. It's not your fault, none of it is. I'm sorry. I didn't want to be mad at you, I wanted to be mad at Mitch, but that wasn't an option. I know how many times I've said it up to now, but I really, really miss you. Like a lot. I wish we had what we used to." She said. I grabbed her in a tight hug and just felt her pressed up against me.

"I love you so much Kirstie, but we don't have what we did." I said, trying to keep my voice from revealing my tear-filled eyes.

"Did I make you do this?" She asked. I actually laughed a little.

"Nobody made me gay, Kirst." I said. "Except maybe Mitch." I joked. She smiled and hit my arm.

"So we're good?" She asked.

"So much, Ms. Maldonado. Or should I say Kaplan?" I joked.

"Scott!" She scolded.

"Ex-boyfriends aren't supposed to joke about you marrying on of both of your best friends." She said.

"Maybe we don't use ex- let's just do 'best friends'. Now you can say your best friend is joking a about you marrying another best friend." I offered. She stuck her tongue out and finally came into the house. I closed the door.

"You thought I wouldn't notice Avi's cologne?" I asked with mock offense.

"You can smell it?" She shrieked, lifting her shirt to her nose and smelling it. I smirked at her.

"You guys were more than a thing then we were even while we were dating." I smiled.

"Not true!"

"So true! Don't worry, the fans will love it. #Kavi will be trending as soon as I find a picture." I said playfully. She rolled her eyes.

"You think Mitchie is ok?" She said softly.

"I know he is." I said and kissed the top of her head.