One to the other ~ Scomiche Fanfiction

Chapter 26 ~ Morning

Mitch's POV
Today is our last meeting before going on the tour bus for our concert. I really don't feel like singing, or even going in public. I just want to stay home with Scott, and cuddle. Anyways, I have a dream. It's about, of course, me and Scott. We are chilling out in the living room cuddling watching sponge bob. I slowly drift off to sleep and then I instantly wake up. He wasn't next to me anymore. I started freaking out. All of a sudden, Travis is right next to me. And I could see a bullet hole and blood on the side of his head. He holds me very tight and I can't escape. He all of a sudden starts hitting me. And I could feel it. I don't know how. After he punched my stomach, I look up and he's gone. Then Scott appears at the front door and leaves. I start crying and I hang myself. I instantly woke up and my heart was pounding. Tears were streaming down my face and I was gasping for air. I quickly stand up and run to the bathroom mirror. No bruises, no rope burn, nothing. Scott then runs up and asks,"Mitch? What happened? Are You ok????" I just nod with both of my hands on the end of the sink and my head drooping down. He hugs me from behind. "Was it a bad dream?" He asks turning me around. I nod again looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. "Wanna tell me about it?" He says, putting his arm around me neck. As we walk to my room, I explain my dream. He even starts crying himself. "I do wish that the ending part was real. Just imagine it," I say, still looking down with a smile on my face on how funny it was that no one would miss me. "Don't you dare think that that should be real. I would miss you more than anything. If you died, you would take my heart with you. I would die for you, Mitchell Grassi. Don't think that anyone wouldn't miss you. Everybody would," he says, trying to comfort me. I shake my head and look towards the dresser. My ring sits there. He notices me looking at it and grabs it. Taking my hand, my tears form into mini rivers. As he puts the ring back onto my finger, he says,"I love you. And no matter what, nothing will change that." I hug him tightly, thinking more about my dream.
Scott's POV
I hate to see my baby like this. And it's still the beginning of the day. And then we are going to have a meeting which will follow to our concert. Tomorrow is when we get onto the tour bus. It is 7:00 am and we leave for the meeting at 12:00. After he backs away from the hug, I ask if he wants to be left alone. He nods and kisses me. I blush and leave his room. Then I head off to mine to get ready for the day.
20 minutes later
Once I finished, I knocked on Mitch's door. He opens it and I see no bruise. He notices that I noticed and says,"it's just makeup." I nod and on his bed are tissues covered in blood and a blade. He turns around slowly and quickly shuts the door. I sigh and his grin becomes a frown. "Let's eat some breakfast," I say, holding his face. He doesn't respond. "Ok?" I ask, making sure that he knew he had to eat. He sighed and nodded. I nod back and head for the kitchen. Behind me, I hear him whisper,"what the hell am I doing.." I stop walking, take his hand, and we both walk to to the kitchen. He doesn't want to eat, he's sick just looking at you. He sits down at the dining table and I make some toast. Once I finished, I set the food in for the of both of us. I sit down and he picks up his toast. He takes one bite and says,"I'm done." "Eat." I say, starting to get a little mad. He hesitates and takes another bite. He chews, but doesn't swallow. I give him a look. Mitch closed his eyes and swallows. I could see him starting to shake. "Don't.. Mitch, don't..." I say, starting to move towards him. He covers his mouth with his hands. But not gagging. After a couple minutes, he takes his hands away. He turns to me and pushes me away. "I'm fine," he says with his sassy voice. I just want him to eat. I want my baby to be happy.
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Next chapter will be about the meeting. New update soon. Byee, and stay fcute!! <3