This is a Mitch Grassi X Reader story (particularly a girl reader). WARNING: This book does contain abuse and harsher language. Disclaimer: I do not mean to insult anyone!
Y/N did nothing wrong to deserve any of the abuse and harassment she gets pun...
I get off my plane and pick up my bags. It's about 12:00 at night and I just arrived at the airport in LA. I started looking around for Scott when I finally spot the tall blonde looking for me. I drag my suitcase behind me as I run up to him and give him a huge hug. "Mitch!"
"Scott!" I say "I missed you so much!!!" I add still not letting go. He chuckles and and hugs me back. We finally let go of each other and he guided me to his car. "So how is Y/N? I haven't talked to her, or seen any recent pictures." I say.
"She's good. Umm, not that it's recent but I want to show you this picture." He says handing me his phone. "I found her like that, asleep days after you had left. She hadn't eaten anything or slept at all for at least 5 days after you had left." I look at the picture and tears brim my eyes.
"She really did that to herself? Becuase of me?" I ask.
"Sadly, yes." he says.
"I feel so bad. I should have believed you guys. I was stupid to let Jace get to me." I say.
"Hey look, we're all fine now, for the most part..." Scott rails off. We pull into the drive way and walk into the house. I immediately walk up to Y/N's room hoping to see her, but shes not there.
"Hey wheres Y/N?" I yell down to Scott.
"Oh, um. About that she said she wanted to give my space and um yeah, moved across the street. I'm sure you'll see her sometime tomorrow. We hand out ALL the time." Scott tells me. I nod and walk into my empty room. I look around and one thing stands out to me. A pitcure from. I wak over to it and look at the picture that's in it. It was that picture of Y/N at the top of the Eiffel tower. I had put that in the trash can before I left, either Scott or Y/N must have put it back. I also notice that the picture of me that I left by my bed is gone. Y/N must have taken it, I don't really mind. I flop onto my old bed letting it take me into dreamland.
Y/N's P.O.V.
I see Scott pull into the drive way with Mitch. I watch them walk into their house and close the door behind him. I sigh, close me curtains and walk up to bed. Our show is tomorrow in the park down the street. The park where me and Mitch had our first kiss.
Next morning
I wake up and check my phone. 10:30! The shows at 12:00! I need to get ready, quick! good thing I showered last night because I have no time. I straighten my black and purple hair and apply my makeup. I do think eyeliner with wings and a maroon colored lipstick. I rush over to my closet and throw on a leather jacket, black ripped skinny jeans, and black chained combat boots. I grab my phone put it in my pocket grab my motorcycle helmet and hop onto my bike. Did I mention I got a motorcycle?
I zoom off down the street on my crotch rocket (It's a type of motorcycle, picture here.)
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My hair blows in the wind as I pull up to the park. I hop off the motorcycle and run to where our set up is. "I'm sorry... I'm.... late." I pant out. They all tell me it's ok and we continue to set up our instruments. We have about five minutes before we go on to our little makeshift stage. I realize I haven't done my hair yet so I pull it into my signature high ponytail. I take a peek at the small crowd that has built up, a few that actually have our band shirts on while others are just people who were probably just normal people that decided to stop and watch.
Mitch's P.O.V.
I still haven't seen Y/N but earlier this morning I heard a motorcycle pull out of her drive way. I decided to go out for a walk just to remind myself of the place. I soon find myself at the park that me and Y/N had walked to and had our first kiss. I smile at the memory as I walk around the place. I stumble across what seems to a concert set up. I look at the banners to find out who might be performing. Its seems to be a band called the LA Panics. I like it! I decide to stay but I stay away from the crowd and watch from afar.
About 5 minutes later the crowds noise dyes down as the band walks onto the stage. The last one to come out was dressed in a leather jacket, black ripped skinny jeans, and black chained combat boots. She pulled of that look really well with her makeup and her black and purple hair pulled into a high ponytail. She looked REALLY hot but oddly familiar....
