Backstage. (Mirstie)

October 8, 2016

Just a little filler... I also put a platonic Scömìche moment in there for y'all...
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Kirstin's POV
"Kirst, this is the third time you've cried since we started working on our arrangements," Chanel states as yet another group of tears escaped my eyes.

"I'm sorry," I sniffle as I dab my wetties.

"No don't be sorry, it's just- is everything okay?" Chanel asks. I shake my head. "Kirstin, your song is about romance, wait is this for Mitch?" My sniffles turn into sobs as I nod my head. Chanel holds me closely.

"I don't know what I did wrong Chanel. Everything was fine until Catt pushed us out again," Chanel nods her head and rubs my back.

"That bitch doesn't know who she's messing with. Sadly we shouldn't get your dad involved, but that doesn't mean we can't gang up on her without getting in trouble," I look at Chanel curiously.

"What are you talking about?" I ask. Chanel smirks.

"I was once Catt's best friend you know," she says evilly, "I got told every secret, secrets she probably hasn't even told Mitch about," I raise an eyebrow at her.

"Tell me one," Chanel chuckles.

"For one, Catt actually doesn't dress the way she does at school, she's always wearing anime shirts and glasses at home," I gasp.

"That's actually kind of cool," I say surprised. Chanel nods her head.

"And she only puts people who will make her more popular in the group. Take Mitch for example, she probably only took him back because he was gaining popularity," I gasped, my mouth hung open.

"That bitch," I sneered. Chanel nods.

"Catt would never hang out with any of those people. She only hangs with them because they make her popular and she loves popularity, that my friend is how you reach 'Catt McLean's Standards'," I shake my head.

"So can we use that against her?" I ask. Chanel shrugs.

"I'm not sure, possibly. My mom and Catt's mom are actually super close. They go to lots of 'Mothers Teas' together. I could probably ask Ms McLean if I could grab something from her house because I forgot it," I chuckled.

"Why would you ask her that though?" Chanel leans in towards my ear and whispers the plan causing me to chuckle. "This is risky but I love it," Chanel nods her head.

"Yes and I can't wait to do it," I then think for a moment.

"But she'll definitely tell my dad once we do it," Chanel shrugs.

"Not unless we ask for his permission first," I look at her with my best you're crazy face.

"Yeah right cause he'll totally let us do that," I say sarcastically.

"He will.... If we say that we're promoting it," I smirk.

"You are one smart cookie," I say with a chuckle. Chanel sassily snaps her fingers.

"You know it sister," she then grabs my hand and leads me down the stairs to where my dad was.

"Hello girls," he says as he chops up vegetables for dinner, "what can I do for you?" Chanel smiles at him.

"Well Kirstin and I want to promote one of Catt McLeans fashion collections," my dad raises an eyebrow.

"Okay, and how are you planning on doing that," now it was my turn to speak.

"We're going to show some of her graphic tshirts and a few of her notes to the student body. She also agreed to it.... So can we please do it?" I asked. My dad smiled.

"Sure! I'm glad you girls are trying to work cooperatively with Catt," Chanel and I both fake smile.

"Thanks Mr Maldonado," Chanel says as we run back up the stairs giggling quietly. I close my door and immediately start laughing.

"Okay so you're going to go to her house tomorrow?" I ask as we sit down on my little couch. Chanel nods her head.

"Oh yes, just wait until you see the notes she writes," I clapped my hands excitedly.

Mitch's POV
"Why did you invite me here?" I ask as I sit deeper into one of Catt's beanbag chairs. She shrugs.

"What's wrong with inviting my friend over?" She raises an eyebrow at me, "besides you and I both know you have no one else to hang out with anymore besides Jer," I sighed.

"That's true," she smiles.

"What do you want to do?" She asks resting her head on her hand. I shrugged then brightened up.

"Do you have Mario Kart 8?" I ask excitedly. Catt rolls her eyes.

"Yes but I honestly hate that game, I always lose," my excitement falters.

"So can we play it?" I ask sort of sassily. Catt makes an ew face.

"No of course not. That game is so bad," I pout. Kirstin would love to play with me, even if she loses.

"Well if I came here for nothing, I'm going to leave," Catt gets up abruptly.

"No you're not," I pause.

"Why did you invite me to join the group again? You clearly don't want me around," Catt sighs.

"I miss you," I roll my eyes and fold my arms.

"Oh is that so? Because I'd beg to differ," she looks away. "Whatever I'm going home. See you on Monday," she doesn't reply but it doesn't matter. What does matter is why she would invite me back for no reason.... It's just, oddly suspicious.

As I walk out to my car, rain begins to pour into me. I make a run for it and quickly slip into the vehicle. When I'm safely inside, I unlock my phone and open Kirstin's contact. I press the call button and wait for the beeps to begin. Surprisingly she picks up.

"What do you want?" She asks angrily. I'm taken aback but I let it go.

"I-I need to talk to you," I say shakily. Kirstin scoffs.

"Go talk to Catt I'm sure she'll give you some help," before I could reply, Kirstin hangs up. Next I try Avi, but after one ring, he declines my call.

"What a mess I've made," I cry to myself as I sit in my cold car, all alone. Soon my phone buzzes turning my attention to an incoming text.

Scottybuckets: can you come to the hospital? I'm hungry and I have to show you something.

For once today, I smile. I then start my engine and drive to the hospital.

~At The Hospital~
As I walk up to the desk, the lady immediately recognizes me.

"Hello Mitch, Scott is waiting for you," I smile and quickly make my way to the room. I knock on the door three times before opening it. I gasp when I walk in. There stood Scott. Making himself coffee. I put my hands on my face in aw.

"Oh my god," I whisper causing Scott to look up and feverishly smile. I run towards him and I hug him, tears escaping my eyes. "Yo-you're walking, all by yourself!" I say into his chest making him chuckle.

"I knew you'd be happy," I hugged him tightly, "Mitch, I can leave the hospital tomorrow," I smile widely at him.

"Oh my god Scott that's amazing!" I was so happy. Mostly in Scott but also in myself. I'd never been able to get close to the people I donate money to. I've always wanted to see them happy with themselves. I was so happy I got the chance to see Scott become physically independent again.

"No more wheelchairs," Scott squealed.

"No more dependency," I add causing Scott to chuckle and nod his head.

"Thank you so much Mitch," he says hugging me one more time. I giggle and hug back.

"You're welcome.... Scottybuckets."
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