inseparable

Chapter 1

Scott's POV

Once again I was on my way home, to Arlington, Texas. It was Christmas and even though I was excited about seeing my family, I always felt like a disappointment when I came back home. I am 34 years old and I sure thought I would have my life together by now. I thought I would have a family. I thought I wouldn't have to sit on an airplane alone going back home.

Ten years ago I had my life together. Or I guess I didn't, since it turned out it was a lot more fragile than I thought it was. Maybe I was too naive, but I don't think so. I think we all took what we had for granted. We thought it could only get better. But what could possibly get better than winning a Grammy with your four best friends? Nothing, is the answer.

I was at my happiest ten years ago. We had just released our first original album, it went number one on billboard and I was ecstatic. We were all ecstatic. From there it only went downwards. At least for me.

I thought about not going back home this year. There was something in my head telling me that something special would happen this year. I didn't like the feeling, it crawled around in my body, making it hard to breathe.

It's awful to go home and knowing that Mitch is in that exact same town and we don't even say hi. I don't even know if I want say hi to him. It's not that I don't miss him or that I wouldn't want him back in my life. He's just all perfect and famous now. He seems so full of himself nowadays. Sometimes I torture myself with watching old superfruit videos. It's horrible. What we had was something special and I don't understand how we could just let it pass so easily.

I've watched a few of his interviews and a few appearances at talk shows, I've watched a few music videos and I've heard a few songs. It makes me feel horribly worthless. It makes me feel worthless because his life sure kept going up after pentatonix split up, but my life never kept going down. Maybe that's a lie and I'm just being negative, but maybe that's just me trying to make it look prettier than it actually is.

It also gives an intense pain in my entire body, because for all I know, that boy used to be my best friend. And what we had, that's not something you just toss in a trash can. But we did, and it leaves me furious.

Mitch's POV

This year I decided to come home early for Christmas. I was sick of all the publicity and all the famous stuff back in LA. I was sick of everything. I needed to come home to my family.

My life has been a mess since pentatonix split up. I might have an amazing career and too much money and a load of boyfriends, but I don't have any real friends, I don't have an actual life. I'm just a toy in the music industry's game.

Seeing my family grounds me a little. When I see them I remember that there are still people in this world who are nice and who actually care about me. Usually that's not the case.

I always get a little anxious when I go home in case I will bump into Scott or Kirstie. I haven't spoken to either of them for a very long time. I know they will both be home for Christmas. We are all always home for Christmas. So far, we haven't seen each other in five years. How is that even possible? We've been celebrating Christmas in the same city for five years and we've never met? We sure are good at ignoring each other.

I don't know, it's weird. After we split up... I never thought I would loose them. I didn't think I would ever loose them. We had stuck together for so many years. Still to this day I don't understand how we could let it break us.

I miss them. I miss them so much. In the back of my mind, I know that I want to see them this year. I want it so bad that my entire body aches just as I think about it. I want to see them so bad. I want to hug them tighter than ever and I never want to let go again. I need them in my life. I need Scott. I need my best friends.