inseparable

Chapter 6

Scott's POV

"Scott. You HAVE to call him."

"I don't HAVE to call anyone." My sisters had been pushing me to call Mitch for like, a day now. They'd tried everything, and they still hasn't convinced me. It's not that I don't want to see Mitch, I just don't want to make the move.

"You kind of do."

"Yeah, Scott, you kind of do."

"Fine." They both gave me a look, staring in to my eyes like little kids on Christmas Eve, "fine! I'll do it. I'll call Mitch."

"YES!!!!" Both of my sisters approached me with hugs and even kisses.

"What are you going to say?" Lauren asked and I suddenly started to panic. Or at least panicking even more than I already was.

"I don't know? You were the ones to push me! Come up with something good"

"You could ask if he would want to... I don't know? Buy plants?"

"Buy plants? Really Lauren?" I replied to my fairly stupid and not-very-good-with-ideas sister.

"You should just ask him to go to dinner." My fairly smart and pretty-okay-with-ideas sister.

That's what I thought until I realized what a dinner meant.

"Wouldn't that be like a date?"

"Would you want it to be a date?"

Fair enough.

"Fine. I'll call him and ask him if he wants to go to dinner with me."

"THIS IS SO EXCITING!"

"Yeah, yeah."

"You know it is exciting Scott. You're alone most of the time and even if you and Mitch won't "end up together" or whatever, it's nice to see you smile again. It's been a while since we haven't been the only people to make you smile, and even then, it's barely real." She took a breath, tears falling out of her eyes. "I've missed seeing you happy, and Mitch always made you so happy. You deserve to be happy, Scott. You really do."

I couldn't even reply, my sister left me speechless. I just cried, and as tears streamed down my face, I was comforted by the people who hadn't left me due to my sadness. I was comforted by my safety. I was comforted by family.

And as I was being comforted by the people who meant most to me, I let a smile appear on my face, whispering a quiet "I love you".

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"Hey, it's Mitch"

Right when I had made up my mind and had decided against calling Mitch, he answered the phone. Damn it.

"M-mitch. Hi." I stuttered. I could still change my mind, I didn't have to do this.

"Hey Scott! How are you?" Mitch replied happily. Hearing his voice made stupid butterflies appear in my stomach. I didn't think that actually happened in real life, but boy, that's exactly how it felt.

"I'm good, what about you?"

"That's great! Me too. Uh, may I ask why you called?"

Oh no. I had one second to decide whether to ask him out or not and I was freaking out.

I guess the damn butterflies made the decision for me, because it sure wasn't my brain.

"Uh, yeah. I wanted to ask if you would maybe want to, like, uh, have dinner with me?"

Well. That's that.

"Like a date?"

Damn it. I didn't know if this was a date? I had no damn clue.