After the fight they had a two month break before they had to return to touring. Scott ignored Mitch the entire plane home. He had his headphones in and avoided eye contact at all times.
As soon as they got off the plane Scott bolted out of there and got his own uber home. Mitch groaned after he left and the rest of the band looked at him questioningly.
Kirstie didn't, she knew what happened and she was still pissed off about it. "Are you and Scott okay? I can feel the tension." Avi asked Mitch and he sighed swinging his bag over better as they walked out of the airport.
"We're kind of having a fight." He said and shook his head, "but he'll get over it." Kirstie scoffed grabbing both Avi and Kevin's attention.
"You are unbelievable Mitch." She said and Mitch stared at her not really knowing what to do, "He shouldn't have to just 'get over it' you hurt him so you fucking apologize. Since when did you become so insensitive?" Avi and Kevin's stomachs dropped as they realized how bad the situation was.
Mitch stared at her before she stormed off into her own Uber. Kevin put a hand on Mitch's back comfortingly before they all headed home.
When Mitch got home Scott was locked up in his room. He could here the loud music playing through the walls and decided not to bother him.
The next morning Mitch woke up to see Scott's door open. He entered cautiously and saw that the room was empty. And not just empty because Scott wasn't there but all his stuff was gone.
Mitch started to panic, "No, no, no! Scott!" He called running down the hallway. He stopped when he found Scott's key to the house on the counter.
We're merely band mates now. Not even roommates anymore. Mitch grabbed the key and held it to his chest before sinking down to the ground sobbing loudly.
After awhile he ran back to his room and grabbed his phone. He sobbed loudly again when it went straight to voicemail.
Hi you've reached Scott. Obviously I'm not here right now but I'll get back to you as soon as I can. You know the drill.
It beeped and Mitch sniffled, "Please come back! We can talk about this! Scott I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry just please come back!" He started crying louder and hung up quickly. He called him three more times before giving up and crying himself back to sleep.
Scott had found a storage locker to keep a lot of his stuff in while he looked for a new apartment. He's been sleeping on Shawn's couch and Shawn has been a complete saint.
After a few days of Scott wallowing down into a deep depression Shawn finally convinced him to go out. He invited Kirstie and Nicole so that they could have a little girls night.
Scott dressed in something other than sweatpants like he had been the last few days and went out with Shawn.
"Woah...you sure you wanna wear that? You can't sleep in that." Shawn said when he saw Scott.
Scott laughed and rolled his eyes, "Wow you're so funny! My friend Shawn the comedian." Shawn fake bowed and opened the front door.
Scott got wasted to say the least. He was stumbling around and giggling at everything. Shawn finally cut him off when he could barely speak. "Okay Scottie, let's get you home."
Scott stumbled into Shawn and leaned onto him. "I had fun tonight... th-thank-" he burped before he finished, "you."
Shawn laughed and held him up the best he could. "Your welcome buddy," he said helping him to the car. Shawn was sober enough to drive so they didn't have to take an Uber.
