One to the other ~ Scomiche Fanfiction

Chapter 28 ~ Packing

Mitch's POV
The regular routine. We get home, he tries to talk to me, I don't say anything, I greet Wyatt, go into my room, and I cut my arms. It's normal for me now. But I do feel bad for Scott, dragging him down to my level everyday. He doesn't deserve any of it. So I have no choice but to break up with him. I still love him so much, but I can't bear to bring him any more distress. After I finish my "routine," I walk finding Scott lying down on the couch. As I make my way up to him, he sits up with an upset look on his face. "Scott, there's something I have to tell you..." I start off. Then Scott replies, "you know what Mitch? I don't care how much you push me away or how upset you are with me for no reason. I still love you, no matter what. And we are going to get through this. We are going to live happily, together. I love you Mitchell Grassi, sassiness and all." How am I supposed to break up with him now? I just smile. He takes a deep breath and asks,"so, what did you need to tell me?" I hesitate on what to say. "I just.. Wanted to tell you that... I love you," I say, my smile soon turning into a fake one. He kisses me and hugs me. Maybe it's best not to break up with him. Who knows, maybe things will get better. "Hey, we should probably start packing," I say. He nods and gets up. We both walk into our rooms and pack. As I almost finish, I stick some blades and extra towels into my suitcase. Making sure I hide them deep in it, I listen for Scott's footsteps so he doesn't hear me. I zip up my bag. All of a sudden, I start to have cramps. Not those really bad ones, just the ones when you have to go to the bathroom. I walk in and before I could close the door, Scott rushed in. He opens up all the cupboards, opens all the curtains, and checks every space of the bathroom. Sigh. "Calm down, I'm just going to the bathroom," I say, annoyed. With a worried look on his face, he nods and closes the door as he leaves. Again, I'm being treated like a little kid.
Scott's POV
I just had to make sure there weren't any blades or anything in the bathroom. I don't want my baby hurting himself. I walk back into my room, making sure I've packed everything. Then I remembered my blades. Walking to my drawer to get them, I hesitate if I really should bring them. I force my arm back to my side. All of a sudden, I get a thought. Did Mitch pack blades? Making sure I was quiet, I snuck into Mitch's room. Unzipping his suitcase quietly, I hear him flush the toilet. Shoot. I quickly dig into his bag and find a bunch of blades. As I grab them, they cut my hands. The faucet starts running. Trying to keep the blood from going everywhere, I quickly take the blades and run into my room. I threw them in the trash can and went to the kitchen for paper towels. Mitch turns off the sink and comes out. Wait, I forgot to zip up the bag! He walks into his room and I heard no sound come out. As I quickly but gently clean off my hands, he walks into the kitchen. I put my hands behind the table so he wouldn't see them. "Hey babe, you alright?" He asks. "I'm fine," I say, trying not to scream in pain. "Alright, well, did u finish packing?" He asks. I nod, trying to hold back tears. He gives me a half smile and walks off to his room again. I guess he didn't notice that his back was unzipped or that his blades were missing. I bring my hands to the sink and clean them off properly. Good thing he didn't find out.
Mitch's POV
He went into my bag and took my blades. I know he did it. And I bet they cut his hands while he was doing it. But he cares, so I won't mention it. I'll just grab Scott's.
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Give ideas on how the rest of their day should go. Then the next day is when they leave for their concert. New update coming soon! Happy Holidays and Stay fcute!!! <3