Can't Sleep... Love? (Mavi)

Night Twenty

After the fiasco on the Eye, Scott had brought me back to the hotel room, saying that we still needed to film for superfruit. A white lie, of course, because we had filmed our follow me around at the concert last night. But nevertheless a good excuse to get away. So now I'm settled on my bed chugging water because I'm nervous and feel like doing something while Scott is sitting next to me, trying to help me in every way possible.

"Shall I bitchslap some sense into him?"

I almost laugh at Scott's words. "No, it's okay. Maybe he is right, maybe we were jumping into something too quickly, maybe  we really need to stop ourselves and think about stuff." I shrug my shoulders and take another gulp of water.

"Don't say it like that, please!" Scott sighs. "You both have true, genuine feelings for one another and I can't allow some silly, unreflected words from our dearest Esther get in the way of your luck!"

I sigh. "But there are so many things that can go wrong. Like us having a fight directly before and not being at 100%. Or what if we really break up? It could destroy the band."

"Mitch!" Scott's voice is firmer now and I look up at him directly. "Why are you searching for reasons against your relationship with Avi? We always have to face problems like illnesses, disagreements and oh so much more which hinder us from being at 100%. Well and about you breaking up: It is happening right now. Your relationship is strained and it is going to strain your ability to be at your best. Yet, you have to go through it and you're going to make it. But it is total bullshit to go through it now, because you are still in love with each other" he deducts. "So please, please cut the crap and be happy."

I look at him being all passionate about my relationship. It really means something to him, doesn't it. "Why, Scott? Right now we are at the beginning of everything. We didn't even have sex. There is not very much to be actually sad about. Better an end with terror than terror without an end or so they say, right?"

"I should have filmed the two of you back in Hamburg when we were doing our double date. You were so happy. And I want you to be happy. And if Avi is the one to make you happy then I want you to go for it. I'm going over there and ask him if he's gone crazy" Scott makes a move to get up and I grab his arm. I don't want him to do that.

"No, Scott. Please don't go. Give him time if he needs it" I argue.

Scott stops his movements and looks at me once again. "But what about you, Mitchy? What about your happiness?"

I bite my quivering lower lip as I begin to loose myself. "I just... I just don't want to suffer. I want to be meture about it and live on. but I'm so going to miss what we had. It were the most amatzing three weeks I've ever had. From the time we slept in one bed together for the first time to us confessing our feelings, then our dates. And today we were about to go all the way. God we were perfect. And I don't want to miss it but Esther has a point and so does Avi. And I don't want to be the one that is sad. And..."

"Mitch, you're rambling, it's okay, though. Try to cool down." Scott puts his arms around my small figure and hugs me tightly, effectively shutting me up because I'm busy bawling my eyes out.

Why did today happen? Why did we even go out to the Eye with the other's? Why didn't we just ignore Esther and went on with it. We definitely would be in a different situation right now. Yet, things happened and I need to work with it. But how?

Once I've calmed down again, I look at Scott.

"Better?" he asks me.

I nod. "Yeah, better. But I really don't know what to do, now. Scott. I want him and I want to fight for him."

Scott sighs. "I've been thinking. And maybe you really should wait until we're back home. Maybe you should give him the time. And once we're back in LA you talk to him and be happy."

Well, he has a point, there. "But what if he doesn't want to be with me in the end? What if he uses the time he has to think about us to find out that he doesn't want it in the end" I list up my fears. "I don't want to miss what we had."

"Well, then it's Plan B: I'm going to get over to him and bitchslap him."

I laugh involuntarily. That's what I like so much about Scott. He is always so helpful, can give the best advice. Yet, he just has the ability to crack jokes when I'm down, making me laugh directly.
I shake my head. "God I love you, Scott" I tell him. "And I can't wait to see you bitchslap the hell out of him."

Scott chuckles. "Let's hope that I don't have to it, right?" He pecks the top of my head softly. "Now... for the rest of the afternoon: Movies and chocolate? I might have bought something when we were in Germany." He jumps up and pulls the huge version of the Ritter Sport Weisse  chocolate bar out of his suitcase.

"Fück gluten for today, Mitch. Live a little. You need sweets" Scott argues as I want to say something.

And he's right again. "Fine but I'm choosing the movie. I wanna watch Mean Girls!"

"Everything you want, Mitchy" Scott says and turns on the TV as he flops down on the bed next to me.

I lay my head down on his shoulder. "Thank you for being always there when I need you" I mumble while the film is loading.

"You're welcome, Mitchy. That's what friends are for!"

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A/N: I hope you liked the bit of Scömíche friendship. Mavi may be back... eventually.