What would I do without you?

Chapter 1: The Move

Scott POV

I just moved here. To California. I left all my friends behind all because my dad got a good job offer. We were fine! We had a house, food, and friends! Of course I'm gonna have to move to a new place in high school. The hardest place to make friends. I'll go from being the most popular to a nobody in 2 days. Fuck my life. Maybe I'll live with one of my friends instead of moving. Or just straight up run away. I don't know.

"Scott, is your bag packed?" Whatever mother, I think. I don't even want to leave my room half the time, much less the state.

"Yeah, Mom." I call back. Shit, I should have kept quite. She might have let me stay up stairs if she thought I was asleep. Now there's no chance of staying.

"Have you said goodbye to your girlfriend yet?" She called again. Mothers are such annoying people.

"Yes." Amber. I'll miss her so much. She was such a great, kind person. A bit of a geek, too. I felt like I could be myself around her. "I will always love you." I muttered under my breath.

"Alright then! Let's go!" Here goes everything. Goodbye life. Hello hell.

*time skip 6 hours*

We finally got settled into the house, although the mattresses were going to be late. Apparently the movers got lost somewhere in Arkansas, and would take 2 more days to arrive. The same amount of time left in my life.

*time skip next day*

"Scott. Get up. School." My father called to my room. Man, the floor is really hard to sleep on. Even though I had moved to a new place, I had left all my friends behind, the worst part about the move was the fact that I had to read to keep busy. READ!

"Scott, are you up yet?" My mother called. I dragged myself out of bed, stumbling, still dizzy from the nights sleep. I went to my closet and picked out a black shirt with Beyoncé written in tiny gold letters on the bottom, with black jeans to match. I raced down stairs to the bathroom, just getting there before my mother. I was in there for five minutes before my mother yelled at me.

"Scott, are you almost done? You're not the only one in this house, you know. Some people need to take showers for job interviews, and you need to go to school."

"I more minute." I called back, but not needing it. I had finished combing and spiking my hair just as I said that. I practically flew to my backpack, shoving my comb, iPod full up of Beyoncé, and the last picture taken before I had to move away. There she was, right in front. Amber. Playfully kissing me on the cheek. She was beautiful, with her amazing, long ginger hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her emerald green top was a long sleeve sweater. Her pale white skin glistened in the lights.

"Scott, are you gone yet?" My mom called out, breaking my concentration on the photo.

"Shit..." I whispered. I had forgotten. I glanced at my phone. School started five minutes ago. I'm so late! I shoved the picture into my math binder, and pulled my black converse on. In my rush, I forgot to zip my bag. I kept running to school, but all my stuff fell out. I didn't realize until ten feet later, when my balance was thrown off. I fell face first into the pavement, and my picture that was stuffed somewhere in my binder flew out.

"Are you okay?" I heard a high voice behind me call.

"Yeah I'm fine." I said back, turning to a boy with short brown hair, holding the photo that had flown out. "Are you sure? I was in my house, and saw you trip from my window." I continued to stare at the photo in his hands, unaware that he had said something. He followed my gaze to the picture. "Oh, it this yours? I found it by the tire of my bike." He handed the picture to me.

"Thanks." I said, making sure the picture was fine. Then, it hit me. I was late. "Oh shit, I'm late for school!" I practically shouted. He gave me a puzzled look.

"Where do you go to school?" He asked.

"Redwood High." I responded.

"I go there too. Why are you going so early? Do you have tutoring classes?" The boy hit me with a barricade of questions.

"Um, no. I don't believe so." I said.

"Are you new, then? Classes don't begin for another hour."

"Oh." I said back, feeling so ignorant.

"Oh my god! Your lip is bleeding! Come with me, I'll get you patched up." The guy gave me a slight smile, and offered me his hand. I took it. The boy helped me up, and started to gather my books up into my bag.

"Thanks." I said, giving him a quizzical look. This guy didn't even know me. He doesn't even know my name. And I don't know his. But he was being so kind, and I trusted him.

"Here you go." The man said, handing me my bag. He started leading me down the street to a blue, one story house. The guy started to hum Beyoncé's Irreplaceable. He's a fan too, I thought. So I started to sing along.

To the left, to the left.

To the left, to the left.

To the left, to the left

Everything you own in the box to the left.

In the closet, that's my stuff, yes

If I bought it, please don't touch

And keep talking that mess, that's fine

But could you walk and talk at the same time?

And it's my name that's on that tag

So remove your bags and let me call you a cab

"Oh my god, you are amazing!" The guy said.

"Thanks!" I said, blushing?

"Here we are!" The boy said soon after. And sure enough, we were. He lead me up to the bathroom, taking out a wet washcloth, dabbing my lip. After about 5 minutes, I was finally free to go.

"Hey..." I started.

"Hmm?" The boy asked.

"I was just wondering if I could stay here until school started?"

"Sure! We have about half an hour to kill!"

"Cool!"

"And by the way," the boy started. " my name's Mitch."

"Hi. I'm Scott."