Mitch silently cried on the bus' bathroom floor as they started driving off to the airport.
"What the f*** am I doing?" He whispered to himself, looking at his blade from his shaving razor sitting next to him.
He could hear everyone's faint conversation, so happy and excited for what's to come.
But here Mitch was, being a downer and crying like a little b****.
At least that's what he thought.
"Why do I keep on expecting Scott to constantly care about me? Why am I so f***ing selfish?" He whispered to himself again.
He pounded the floor next to him, not caring about the new bruise forming on his fist.
****************
Scott turned to the door, hearing the small pound.
Thinking nothing of it, he continued with his conversation.
Buzz! Buzz!
Scott took out his phone and his eyes widened at the name of the contact.
"Hey guys I gotta... um... take this."
He walked to the bunks and immediately read the first text.
From Alex.
Alex: Heyyyyy
Scott sighed and started typing in one letter at a time.
Scott: Um, hi Alex. Why are u texting me all of a sudden?
They never talked since they broke up.
Alex: I miss you...
Scott: Yeah I miss you too.. I guess
Alex: You never talk to me anymore, we should hang out again sometime.
Scott: Yeah maybe
Alex: So, how's Mitch? Is he doing better?
Scott: Yeah he's fine, thanks for asking.
Alex: I bet he's not as good of a kisser as me.
Scott: Um.... what the f*** Alex.
Alex: I'm sorry but, I don't understand why I let you go. Or why you didn't love me anymore.
Scott: Alex....
Alex: I have to go now... bye babe. <3
Scott sighed and turned of his phone, surprised by the sudden end of the conversation.
What happened to the understanding guy he once met.
Now all of a sudden he's being clingy.
It confused Scott, but he tried to brush it off and walked back out.
Mitch still wasn't there.
"What is taking him so long?"
************
Mitch looked at the blood running down his chest and to the floor.
His shirt lay across the room, scrunched up.
He let out little tiny sobs of shame and disgust.
"What the f*** have I become?"
Tears dropped on his scarred legs.
YOU ARE READING
Moving on ~ Sequel of Travis (a scömìche fanfic)
FanficTravis Bush is dead. Scott recovered from his stab wound. Mitch, well he's getting there. He has broken out of his addictions of drug use, self harm, and starving himself. Well, not completely. With all the news that a tour is coming up and the fact...
