Mitch Grassi is a 24 year old male.
And yet he act's like a 5 year old sometimes.
Or a 16 year old with bad attitude.
The doctors don't know why.
Scott Hoying, Mitch's best friend, didn't care about Mitch's silly obsessions, like watching Frozen or...
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Yes.
This is me.
Lets continue with the story
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Mitch POV
After I was feeling better and Kirstie was done crying, we all went back into the room where Esther was.
"Mitch, are you ok?"
I ignored her, not wanted to accidentally be rude to her.
"Mitch, don't ignore her" Scott said.
I ignored him and played with my sweater again.
"I'm sorry Esther. It's just, I have cancer. Im not exactly fine."
She nodded in understatement and gave an apologetic look to Scott.
My eyes turned wide and I blurted out, "Oh crap!"
"What is it Mitchie?" Avi said.
"T-the fans, w-w-what are we gonna tell them? Oh, god.. They are gonna hate me. Pentatonix won't be a thing anymore, oh god. Guy's I'm so sorry.." I said, while accidentally letting a few tears come down.
"Baby, don't cry, they won't hate you" Scott said while wiping up my tears with his thumb.
"Y-yes they will!" I sobbed.
"Shh, baby. Stop crying."
Scott picked me up while I sobbed in his arms.
"I'll be right back guys" he said.
He brought me into our room and laid me on the bed.
I made grabby hands at him and he picked me up again.
I clutched onto his shirt and he sat on the bed with me in his lap.
"Mitch, why would they hate you?" he asked.
"B-because they love Pentatonix and I'm gonna ruin it by dying" I sobbed.
"Mitch? You're a flawless god. They won't hate you. They will miss you. Heck, screw what they think. I'm gonna miss you more than all of them combined. Mitchie, I love you. Nothing will change that. You will forever be my best friend, alive or not. So, who cares about what they think? Not you. If they hate you, screw them" he said.
I calmed down and said, "Scott, will you love me forever?"
