We Made It - a PTX FanFic // no more updates :(

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"Great. Just great," I sarcastically state. I wish he would just let it go. I mean, this was our first audition held for a new bass. Can't he just lighten up?
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Scott and I, still holding hands, walked in and and Kirstie shut the door behind us. I, then, see Kevin. I examine him up and down, and notice something... odd about his appearance.
"Kevin, what's up?" Scott mumbles, not being sure of what to say.
"Why can't you guys leave me out of this?"
"Kev, we need to go to the casting station. We're running late."
"Whatever, Kirst. It's not like we'll get m-"
"THAT'S ENOUGH MY GOD!" I scream out. I get anxious in loud situations. I then, quickly realizing what I had just done, bolt for the bathroom. Scott chases after me, being followed by Kevin and Kirstie. I lock the door and silently cry. I murmur to myself and try, at least try, to block out the shouting from the other side. All three of my friends yelling at me is unbearable.
"Mitch, please open the door!" Scott cried.
"Sweetie, come on! Open up! We love you!" Kirstie announced.
"C'mon Mitch! I'm sorry, man!" Kevin whined.
I didn't open the door... right away. I waited about two minutes more, and I then finally did as told. I, slowly but surely, decided to return. My eyes are now bloodshot from the tears, and the tip of my nose is bright red. Scott and Kirstie had a sympathetic look on their faces whilst Kevin looked like he was about to pass out or something.
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Scott hugged me tight. He then brought by head up by gently holding my cheeks, and kissed my forehead. She smiled, and lead me to the couch. He wiped my tears with a tissue and nudged his head to the door. I nodded and got up. Scott, car keys in hand, gestured Kirstie and Kevin over. They both grabbed their phones and headed out behind us.
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We arrived at the casting... place... thingy around ten o'clock in the morning. Before Scott and I headed inside, we looked at each other. I kissed Scott's cheek and he smirked. I, then, received a text from 'Nikki🖤' and opened it.

Nikki🖤: Hey there, gay boy.
Mitchie👏🏼🎶: hey, straight white bish.
Nikki🖤: Haha, very funny. Are you here?:))
Mitchie👏🏼🎶: yes, o worried 1. u here?
Nikki🖤: Yup. Come in and I can do your makeup if you want(?)
Mitchie👏🏼🎶: k bb. scott & i will b there shortly. c u in a few.
Nikki🖤: Okay:)

I put my phone down and Scott laughed. "Straight whit bish? Wow, you really love being adorable, don't you?" He chuckled. I giggled and tapped him on the face playfully.
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We went inside to see what looked to be about two hundred people. I froze, and Scott took my hand. He darted into the casting room. He always knows when I'm getting overwhelmed.
I sat down and spotted Nikki. "Nik-Nack, come here!" I playfully cheered. Nikki turned and darted towards me. She smiled, got her carrier makeup kit out, found my matching foundation tone, and got to work. I hummed a tune from some random video I watched and Scott sat by me.
"Hey, Nikkayyyyy!" Scott mocked.
"Hey, Scottayyyyy!" Nikki soon copied.
"Make sure you make Mitch look just as handsome as he does regularly, 'kay?"
"Sure thing, Scott," Nikki replied as she rolled her eyes with a smile on her face.
I, soon, got bored and looked up at Nikki. She looked at me and held up one finger. She finished up and patted my back. Soon after, Scott and Kirstie sat down. Kevin followed after a while. Then, the first contestant appeared.
"Hello there. Your name, please?" Scott asked.
"Ryan. Ryan Richards," Ryan said as he blushed.
Stop blushing. I say in my thoughts, but he kept turning more and more red. I said stop blushing. Or, at least stop staring at me!
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"I would just like to say, I love your group so much. Especially Mitch, you have such an amazing range!" Ryan blushed.
"Thank you," I say, monotoned.
"Give us your age and what you'll be singing, please," Scott impatiently demanded. I could tell he was becoming jealous and didn't like Ryan too much.
"I'm twenty-five and will be singing 'Hello' to show off my skills," he stated cockily.
"Great," I said as I rolled my eyes and frowned.
Ryan cleared his throat, winked, turned around for some stupid reason, turned back around, took a long, deep breath, and finally began.
"HeLLOOOOO... iT's meeEEEE... I was wONdering if afTER al th-the-th-these years you'd like to mEEETt... to go OVeR... evERYthINGg..."
"Stop!" Kirstie demanded.
"Ahem... thank you," Ryan giggled as he winked at me. Scott twitched his nose and put his hand over mine under the table.
"Wow um... thank you. Ryan, We'll call you if you made it," I say.
"Here, let me write my number down. I forgot to put it on the form," he flirted. "And... there. Here you go. I'll, leave it with M-"
"Thank you, Ryan," Scott said as he snatched the piece of paper from his hands. Ryan then hesitated, but finally turned around and went to the door where he exited.
"The nerve of some people..." Scott said, still pretty annoyed.
"I know, baby, I know," I calmly sighed.