You Were Right

A LOT of Question Asked. Why?

Mitch's P.O.V.

I respond "Because why?" but don't get an answer. Y/N looks down as if she just stopped working. She stares at the floor and starts silently crying tears dripping down her face. She wobbles back and forth then is out on the ground passed out. What have I done? Y/N is passed out drunk because of me and thinks she should kill herself. 

I then remember her cuts. The blood has slowed and I pick her up and bring her to the bathroom. I start washing the cuts and Scott comes in and helps me by doing the other arm. "Thanks" I mumble. I pick her up and place her on her bed tucking her under the blankets. I walk out to go find Scott. 

I find him on the couch and plop down next to him and say "What happened?" 

"All I know is that Avi dropped off a drunk Y/N that was drunk because you dumped her. I placed her on the couch and went to get you. I was hoping you could explain what happened before she left." He explains.

I nod and say "We broke up. I just didn't feel the same and I didn't want to keep her in a relationship that wouldn't work out. I'm starting to question my decisions."

"You need to talk to someone about it. To me it sounds like you felt so bad for her when you met her that all you felt like doing is loving her a protect her. I'm not saying that you don't still love her or protect her anymore but it's just not as strong. And if I know true love I think the love is always suppose to be strong. I mean she didn't do anything wrong did she?" I shake my head. I understand was saying. "I say you just be friends with her for now and like they say if it was meant to be it'll come back. If it doesn't it was never meant to be. Or something like that." Scott rambles. I nod taking in the information and start to think he has point.

"I think I'm gonna do just that. Thanks Scottland!" I say as I give him a hug. "You should get to bed" I add on. He nods and wanders to his room. I'm about to do the same until I hear soft sniffles coming from Y/N's room. Was she already awake?

I open up the door to see a confused Y/N in the far corner in a ball. She was crying but I don't know why. "Y/N?"

"What?" she says slightly annoyed.

"You ok?" I ask.

"Are you ok? Your the one who broke up with me." She fires back. I do my best to keep my cool.

"Look, I'm sorry. But your clearly not fine." I say.

"No I'm not. Congrats you figured me out." She says.

"Whats wrong?" I ask slowly approaching her.

"I don't know I'm so confused." she said.

"Would you know about what?" I ask.

"You. And whatever happened tonight. I don't really remember." she replies. I nod.

"I mean you being drunk would explain why you can't remember. And I wasn't with you to know what you did at the bar." I explain. By now I'm half way across the room.

"And you?" she says.

"What about me?" I ask.

"Your feelings for me. Why did you break up with me? Why did you befriend me in the first place? Why did you ever love me? Why didn't you leave me to die?" She says. It's what she screamed at me earlier when she was fully drunk. I'm not sure how drunk she is now.

"I feel as if we should try being friends for while. I just didn't feel right about us. How could I not befriend such a nice person like you? I loved you because you were so kind, pretty, and had an amazing personalities and you still do but I just feel like we would do better as friends. And I don't believe any innocent person should just be left to die. It's not right." I answer. At this time I'm right in front of her. She looks up at me with her tear filled eyes. She stands up in front of me so we are face to face. She doesn't look drunk.

"Last time." she mumbles and I soon feel her lips on mine. I instantly kiss back melting in with her ever so sweet lips. I did still feel the sparks inside of me and I knew this wasn't going to be our last kiss. Just something told me that it wasn't, and I believed it. Y/N pulled back and had a look of confusion and shock. "Why?" she asks.

"Was I not aloud to enjoy our last kiss?" I say. A small smirk falls on her face at the words.

"Good night Mitch." she said as she walked past me but not before giving me a peck on the cheek. A small smile falls onto my face at her touch. I did still have feelings for her, but I let her go. I heard her climbing into bed behind me. I turned around and walked out.

When I reached her doorway I turned my head to look at her and said "Goodnight Y/N." With that I went to bed myself.