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thirteen

Mitch Grassi's POV

ALL I DID FOR THE entire day was binge read books and listen to music. I even sang some and I think I'm okay, which is a step up for me. The carnival days before consisted of Scott nearly giving up his tough demeanor (but sadly he didn't) and Kevin finding a spider on his shoulder, which made him and Kirstie scream while Avi laughed his ass off.

Scott and I got cotton candy while we were there and some adults gave us dirty looks, like we were dating. It was clear they were homophobic but they didn't need to assume we were. We weren't, and for some reason that kind of made my stomach drop that day. But ignoring the feeling, I continued the entire day with him and the other three. Kevin did switch with Avi and Kirstie, but refused to with Scott and I. I wanted to ask why, but I didn't think I'd want to hear it in front of Scott.

I've felt lazy the entire day, so I stayed in the entire day, and now I feel bad because I haven't once left my apartment and I felt as if I should have. So when I got up to stretch and heard every bone in my body crack, I figured I should go outside for a little.

As I went outside, I saw Avi and Kevin walking up. They saw me in all my lazy glory, and Kevin started to chuckle. "Lazy day?" He asked. I nodded, blushing a little. "Yeah. Why are you guys here?"

"We're bored and we need to talk to you," Avi said, pulling me back inside by my arm. I reluctantly was dragged in, and I looked at them when I was inside. "What?"

"Scott," Kevin simply said. I looked at him with a confused expression, "I'm not Scott, Kev. Do you need glasses? We're polar opposites, you know. He's got light hair, I've got dark—" I started, but he laughed, "No. I mean we need to talk to you about him."

[a/n: ik Mitch is blond now but he's brunet in this story]

"Okay, what's there to talk about?" I asked curiously. I secretly hoped they hadn't taken a disliking to him.

"We've noticed some things," Avi smirked. I stared at him, waiting for him to continue. "We think he likes you," Kevin said bluntly. I immediately looked at him, stared, and started to laugh. When they didn't laugh, I stopped, coughing awkwardly. "Um, what? You're serious?"

"Yes," they nodded. "We think he has a crush on you," Avi said. I rolled my eyes as Wyatt came out of my room and rubbed against my leg. "I'm sure he doesn't. And why does it matter anyways?" I asked, picking my cat up. I started to pet him as I waited for an answer from them. "It matters because you've been single for three years. You need to do something with him."

"Well, what if I don't like him like that?" I narrowed my eyes. "You do. Don't lie to yourself," Kevin stated almost immediately. "Whatever. Fine," I gave up.

***

I stuffed the fluffy Cheetos in my mouth when I heard a bang throughout my apartment. I widened my eyes and chowed them down as quick as I could and stood up, aware that something or someone was in my apartment. I slowly walked into my kitchen and grabbed a big knife. I wasn't planning to use it, but to threaten the attacker in some way.

I heard another in the room I was previously in, and I widened my eyes, jumping back a bit. I wasn't exactly in the right "protect myself" attire, wearing pajama pants and a muscle tank, and the fact that it was almost two in the morning made this a lot more terrifying than it should've been.

"Hello?" I said cautiously, hoping it was Kirstie or Scott or Avi or Kevin, but when I saw a shadowy figure walk through one of the doors, I saw that they were too big to be Kirstie or Avi, and too small to be Kevin or Scott.

I hid behind the spot by my fridge and door, where it was small enough to fit me or Kirstie, but if the person came into my kitchen, they'd see me whether I tried to hide my best or not. I took a deep breath, and then I heard footsteps. Oh God, shit, shit, shit. What if they murder me?

I heard the footsteps coming closer and my throat closed up. I kept hiding, and then I felt something snatch the knife I was holding away. I screamed, then a hand clamped over my mouth. I kicked and hit anywhere I could on the guy, and then something sharp pierced through my side as I tried to scream and do something, but I felt hot breath near my ear and then I heard somebody speak. "Scott made me do this to you."

My eyes fluttered closed as I felt myself weakening more and more. I slid down to the ground as the person left me and ran throughout the apartment. My hand clutched my side on instinct, and something warm flew onto my hand. I bit my lip, the sensation starting to burn. I forced myself to get up and grabbed my iPhone from the counter, calling whoever my self conscious decided to.

Two rings after, they picked up.

"Mitch?" Kirstie's voice was soothing me, in a way.

"H-help," I breathed. "S-someone came... just... help," I said, my breath hitching in my throat again. "Mitch? Mitch? What happened?! Mitchell?!"

And then I passed out.

***

Scott Hoying's POV

"What are you talking about?" I kept saying through my phone to Kirstie as I shoved my shoes onto my feet, not caring how I looked. "He called you, he asked for help, and then what?"

"He hung up, maybe? Something stopped the call, but it wasn't a person. He might have. God, I'm almost there."

"Okay, okay. If anything's wrong, call the police immediately, okay, Kirstie?" I said, sprinting out of my house and to Mitch's apartment. "Okay—oh my God."

"Kirstie?" I said calmly, although I felt like I was going to burst. "What's wrong? I told you if there's anything wrong to call the po—" and then she hung up.

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a/n: *winks excessively*
like I said before I usually do life threatening conflicts lol wat u gon do