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My story-part 3

A/N: so a long time ago I asked if you would read this story if I turned it into its own book...but then I started writing my book 'yes...and?' I I feel like the story lines are to similar so this story is probably going to stay an ongoing one shot for right now...but I'll continue to add onto it. Also, if you're new here you should read parts one & two before reading this or else it won't make much sense. Thanks for all of the support that you guys give me, I'm so thankful and grateful and I just love you all so much. Please vote and comment...the votes are always a nice way for me to know you like the story and I LOVE your feedback. Thanks! Also good luck with anyone who's starting school 😁

Mitch's POV

The car ride back home was just as quiet and awkward as the time spent in the hospital room with my mother. I could feel their eyes on me, scanning me over and trying to read my emotions...but I was good at hiding my feelings. Finally we arrived home and that's when it really hit me. I was going to have to keep on living, everything that I had been running from when I had attempted to take my life was still there...but now they knew. They knew everything...I quickly wiped all the emotion from my face reminding myself that if I was going to get though this I would have to start building up my walls once again. Everyone followed me inside, no one wanting to leave me...they probably thought that if they weren't watching me then I would fall apart or try to kill myself again. It was Kevin who broke the awkward silence by clearing his throat and trying to get me to talk. "We missed you Mitch, it's good to have you home." I gave him a curt nod and grabbed my bag from my mom, making my way to my room. As I walked away I heard a series of rushed whispering from the others and then I heard footsteps following me. I didn't need to turn around to know it was Scott, I instead pretend that I couldn't hear him sitting down on my bed as I began to unpack; feeling his eyes burning into my back tracking my every move as I did so. Finally without anything else for me to put away I sighed and turned around, arms crossed over my chest. "What? What do you want?" I snapped. He flinched, not used to the icy tone that had edged my voice. "I-I just wanted...well, um..." He stalled, looking everywhere but at me, "I wanted to ask if you are okay. I know it's a dumb question but...I care about you Mitch. I really, really, do. I'm going to help you get better. You'll be okay." I rolled my eyes and moved my hands to my hips. "I don't need fixing! I'm passed that, I can't be put back together...I just need you-everyone actually- to understand that! I'm not going to be magically healed, just let me go. I don't want to be here, there's a reason that I tried to die and it sure as hell wasn't so that I could be 'fixed'." By the end of this I was yelling loud enough so that everyone could hear. I was so done with this...why couldn't they see that? I could feel tears running freely down my cheeks but I let them fall. I didn't care, I had given up...a long time ago. Scott got up and made his way over to me, faltering for a second before he finally decided to wrap his arms around me and pull me into his warm embrace. I fought him, trying to get away from his arms that surrounded me, I knew he was only doing this because he thought it was the right thing to do. That if he was able to 'fix' me then he wouldn't have to face the fact that him not caring before was what had 'broken' me. "I don't think you're broken, just hurt. I know that I should have checked to see if you were okay a long time ago...but I can't go back and fix that now. All that I can do now is help to support you, to show you that from now on I'm here." I stopped fighting him and instead lay my head on his chest, letting myself cry. We stayed like that for a long time, I could hear the door opening and shutting as one by one the others left, but still we stayed. finnaly I pulled away from him and dried my eyes. He watched me from across the room as I began to search around for a tissue, finally finding one and blowing my nose. I was surprised to see when I looked up at Scott that he to had been crying. "We can do this Mitch, we'll get through this together." He said, sitting back down on my bed. I sighed and sat next to him "I-I just don't see how anything has changed. It's all the same and I don't think I can do this again. I'm scared..." He looked over at me and gently grabbed my hand, making small circles on it with the pad of his thumb. "I'll tell you one thing that's changed, now everyone is on the same page. Now that we all know about what you've been going through we can help you to concur this. Oh, this has also changed..." He said and he turned my head so I was facing him, then he leaned in and oh my gosh! He's looking at my lips, is he going to? What is he? My frantic thoughts were suddenly expelled from my mind and he leaned in closer, filling in the gap of space between us, and kissed me gently. It was everything that I had dreamed of and more, the feeling was amazing and addicting. As he pulled away my eyes snapped open to met his beautiful blue eyes. "Scott, that-that was amazing!" I was breathless and I could feel myself blushing but my state of utopia was shattered by a thought that burned into me, making my smile turn into a frown. "I hope you didn't just do that because you feel bad for me or think that it would help me get better. Don't mess with me, I know you couldn't possibly love someone so...hopeless." I looked down at my lap feeling more tears stinging my eyes. Scott's hand found it's way to my chin and he brought my head up to look him in the eyes. "Mitch Grassi, from the moment I met you I always knew there was something special about you. You have always been my best friend...but I always knew that there was something more. It was meeting you that helped me to realize I was gay because...I mean, you're gorgeous. I've had the biggest crush on you for the longest time and seeing you so hurt makes me feel awful. I wish you knew how funny you are, how lovable you are, how talented you are, how cute you are...but until you learn those things I want you to know how much I love you. I would go to the ends of the earth and back for you, I'm going to make sure that you get though this. Things will be different this time. With that being said, Mitch...will you please do me the honor of being my boyfriend?" As he said this he was looking straight into my eyes and I could tell that everything he said came from his heart. I was so taken back by how amazing the moment was that I almost forgot to answer... But I pulled out of my trance in order to reply. "Yes! Scott, that's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me...I'm speechless...but yes, yes, a million times yes. I will be your boyfriend." I rambled on not knowing how to show him how much his words meant to me but before I could do anything else he pulled me in again and connected our lips, this time the kiss was more confident but no less gentle than the first. The sensation of having someone to help me, someone to banish all the ghosts of my past that had haunted me for so many years, to help me to move on and to write my new story with was...amazing. I leaned back and looked into his crystal blue eyes and smiled "thank you Scott"