Scomiche Oneshots

Untitled Part 2

POV Mitch

Transitioning to going to school everyday apart from the weekends was harder to do than I thought. On the third day during lunch, I was tired and I demanded to be taken home. It didn't work.

On the second week of school somehow I made Kirstie really sad. Which was not my intention at all. It was simply a miscommunication I suppose. She told me that she and her wanted to play 'house' and she wanted me to play with her. I insisted that I wasn't her friend. Which was true, we'd never agreed on that. That made her cry and I didn't know why. I didn't like seeing her upset.

While everyone was enjoying their playtime, Kirstie sat at her table with her head in her arms and I sat on the floor in the far corner of the room, alone. It's not like I had anyone else to play with.

I saw Ms. Tracy walk up behind Kirstie and she comfortingly placed a hand on her back. Kirstie sat up and wiped at her eyes. She spoke to Ms. Tracy and pointed to me, making me shrink where I was sitting. Ms. Tracy nodded and began making her way to where I was sitting. She knelt down to my level. I still wasn't completely comfortable around her so I couldn't look her in the face.

"Mitch, can you tell me what happened with you and Kirstie?"

I was feeling distressed. I tried to give her an answer but I kept fumbling with my words so much that I sounded incoherent and unintelligible. I tended to stutter a lot when I was in an uncomfortable situation. Frustratedly I ran my hands through my hair and sighed.

"It's okay, Mitch, take your time."

I took a deep breath and tried again. "Kirstie wanted to play house with her friends. She wanted me to play but I'm not her friend so I told her that." I explained with a shrug. Ms. Tracy looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I thought I was speaking plain English.

"Well, honey, haven't you and Kirstie been spending a lot of time together?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Then why aren't you friends?"

"She never asked to be my friend."

Ms. Tracy opened her mouth and shut it again, not quite sure how to respond.

"Have you ever had a friend before?"

"No."

"Do you want to be Kirstie's friend?"

"I don't know."

Ms. Tracy scowled. "Kirstie really wants to be your friend and she's very upset. Will you talk to her?" She was about to gently touch my arm but she recoiled.

I looked at Kirstie pouting in her seat and nodded. I stood up and put my hands in my pockets.

"Hi," I said as a walked up to Kirstie.

Her eyes didn't meet mine.

Idly I played with the hem of my Elmo T-shirt. I glanced back at Ms. Tracy and she silently urged me on. I swallowed.

"Kirstie," I began, licking my lips, "w-will you be my friend?"

Kirstie looked up, deep in thought.

"Only if when we play house, you can be the dad."

I blinked. "I'm only five."

Kirstie laughed, "It's only pretend, silly."

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