Crushing (Scömíche)

Chapter 12

Before we start I just want to say that I love Scott so much and the things he says are just what he is currently thinking about himself, not my opinions. I would never be able to choose a favorite band member!
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I pulled away quickly and wiped my mouth, trying to make him believe I didn't like it.

"You're full of shit, Scott. I don't love you that way. Get out I want to sleep." I said.

"Mitch you-" he stared.

"Out. Mama need his beauty sleep." I said, pointing a finger at the door. I didn't want to hear it. He sadly stood up and walked out.

"Night Mitch." He muttered and yanked to door closed.

*Scott's POV*

I couldn't believe him! I poured my heart out, I kissed the damned boy! And he kicked me out! So, he-he really didn't love me. He really doesn't want us to be a thing. My heart felt like it had shattered at that moment. He wasn't lying anymore. He truly, honestly didn't love me. He didn't want what I wanted. My eyes sting and I felt dizzy as I stumbled into my room. I barely got the door closed before I fell to the ground. I sat against the wall, curled up in a little ball. My chest physically hurt ad my brain felt like it might explode.

He didn't want me. She didn't want me. Nobody wanted me. They'd be better without me. I'm not important. I should leave. They don't need me and they sure as hell don't want me. I haven't done a single good thing. The band doesn't need me. Mitch is a better singer than me anyway. So is Kirstie and Avi and Kevin. They'd be better without me. Mitch was always everyone's favorite. Most of the girls I had dated just wanted a way to see Mitch more. The fans all like him best. His vocals were amazing, he is sassy and perfect. I'm just, me. That one guy who is just the first person we stumbled upon with normal vocals. Avi had the low notes, Kevin was a beat boxer, Mitch had high notes to die for, Kirstie had high notes and the voice of a girl/angel, something that no one else has, and I was just normal. Mediocre. Sure I could play piano, but so could Mitch and a million other people who play way better than me.

I wasn't used to having my heart broken. I mean, Kirstie, yes, but I was mad which made it easier. I knew I was attractive, not as much as Mitch but, tall blonde muscular, I wasn't bad. I kept girlfriends pretty easy in high school and when we broke up it was always me. Mitch had a different hold on my heart. I had tried to push those feelings away for so long, and when the floodgates open and I was most vulnerable, I was attacked. No, not actually anywhere near attacked. I felt attacked, but all he said was he didn't want us. But that was enough to rip my entire heart to shreds.

I went to the kitchen to get a drink.

*Mitch's POV*

"Miiiiiiitchiiiiiieeee" he called and fell on top of me. I rubbed my groggy eyes.

"Scott? What the hell?" I yelled, starting to wake up. I checked the time. 3:42 am.

"You are druuuuuuunk" Scott giggled.

"Get up Scott." I said. Don't wake mama up. You won't get a happy girl.

"Agh!" He giggled as he tried to get up and fell straight to the floor. He lie splayed on his stomach, his face pressed straight into the carpet..

"What can I do to get you out?" I asked. He lifted his head and looked up at me.

"Kiss me." He said, puckering his lips.

"Nice try, hot shot." I helped lift him off the ground and got him out my door before he purposely fell.

"Whoopsie." He giggled. I laughed a little at the ridiculous man in front of me.

"I think you are just a bit tipsy." I said.

"Tipsy? Who's tipsy? Im Scott. Haha. Tipsy is a funny word. Tiiiiiipsssssseeeeeey" he giggled.

"Do you wanna go to bed?" I asked.

"Will you carry me?" He asked.

"I'll let you put your arms around my neck and I'll help you walk." I offered.

"Ok" he giggled. I helped him up and practically dragged him to his bed. I took his jeans off for him-leaving him in his boxers- and tried to ignore his comments about how close I was to his- ahem.

I tucked him in and wished him a good night. I was about to close the door behind me when I heard him.

"What?" I asked, opening the door and stepping back in.

"Will you lie with me?" He squealed. I rolled my eyes- though I was happy to lie with him. I liked cuddling with him. He was like a big teddy bear.

I went around to the other side of the bed and climbed in next to him.

"I love you a lot Mitchell." He said. It felt weird knowing he meant it. Truly, really loved me. Not 'you are my best friend' but 'I want to kiss you'.

"I love you Scott." I said.

"I love you a lot Mitchell." He repeated and lied his head down to sleep. I smiled and did the same. If only he was always this adorable.