PB + J (A Scömíche Fan Fic)

The Call

Writers Note: I'm gonna update every day until I get more views and what not. So yeah, I promise it gets better. I feel like it's not so great right now but it'll get more dramatic :P

Scott's POV

After I paid for mine and Mitch's malt I tried to find a bus to take me home. Now I almost kinda wish I had driven, maybe we could have talked it out in the car. I get why he's upset but can't he just pretend to be excited for me? What happened with me and Jacob doesn't matter anymore. I just need a rebound. The sooner I move on the easier it will be for everyone. And I get that him and Travis broke up this last summer, maybe that's why he's so sad. I'm just trying to be the rock for the two of us. I walked down the street until I came upon a bus stop and sat down on the bench. I watched the sun set, thinking about what it would be like when I got home. Mitch has to come home, all his clothing and what not is there. I kinda doubt he will be coming home.. Maybe I should text him. I pulled out my iPhone and texted Mitch asking him to please come home. I looked up from my phone and saw a women standing there that wasn't there before. I smiled at her politely and slid to the other side of the bench to let her sit down. She had very long brown hair that went to her waist, perfectly straightened. Her big brown eyes made her look very innocent and naive, her eyes kinda reminded me of Mitch's.. I hung my head low in regret of the past conversation I had with him.

She looked at me with much intent and asked, "Are you okay?"

I looked up in surprise that she noticed my sorrow and said anything about it. I smiled at her in a reassuring way, "Yeah, I'll be okay."

"May I ask what happened?"

Part of me wanted to just pour my heart out to her and tell her everything but she's a stranger I just met five minutes ago, I don't even know her name.

"Sorry, it's non of my business." She said probably noticing the confused look on my face to why she would ask what happened.

"You're okay, I just got into an argument with my roommate and he stormed out.." I rubbed my forehead in frustration.

Before she could respond to awkwardly comfort me I put my hand out for a shake and asked her name.

"Lisa. And yours?"

"Scott." We shook hands to show we were now acquaintances.

The bus pulled up and I escorted her aboard. She sat next to me which I was kinda glad for because its so awkward sitting next to strangers on the bus and at least I knew her name now.

"So where are you from, Lisa?" I asked making small talk.

"Seattle, Washington. And yourself?"

"Texas."

She looked at me with her big brown eyes and made me wince at the thought of Mitch, "No way!! What part?"

"Arlington, why?"

"'My boyfriend is from Texas, he's from El Paso." Her eyes were now piercing my soul. I looked away in pain.

"What a coincidence, that's really cool."

"You okay?" She asked trying to get my eyes attention.

"Yes, I'm-" suddenly my phone rang. Maybe it was Mitch. I apologized and picked it up.

"Hello?" I said answering the phone.

"Is this Scott Hoying?" The man on the other end asked me. My heart started pounding hard.

"Yes, who is asking?"

"You're friend Mitch Grassi has been in an accident."

Tears streamed down my face and my heart sunk into my stomach. "What?" My voice shook while I tried not to sob.

"I'm so sorry," He responded, "He's at the Northridge Hospital."

I suddenly felt Lisa's hand on my shoulder for comfort.

I swallowed hard, "Thank you, sir." And I hung up.

"Who was that?" She asks concerned.

"I don't know, but they just told me that my roommate has been in an accident." I replied staring at my feet in shock.

She gasped and covered her mouth with her hands, "I'm so sorry, can I help you in any way?"

"No, I'm fine. I'm just gonna get off here and catch a cab." I hurried off the bus before she could protest. I didn't want to bring some random girl off the street with me to the hospital. I quickly grabbed a cap and told them to take me to Mitch. I wiped my cheeks, trying to hide that I was crying. This was all my fault, this would have never happened if I wouldn't have told him about Liam. Why didn't I just drive? Why did I have to let Mitch drive? We finally arrived at the hospital and I threw some cash at the driver and ran inside the big white building. A skinny, african american lady was sitting behind the desk, busy on her computer. I walked up to the desk and waited for her to acknowledge me to ask for Mitch. She nodded showing some response and then did a dance with her fingers on the computer keyboard. Her eyes ran across the screen and responded saying, "Mr. Grassi will be going into surgery, you might be able to see him tomorrow."

"Surgery? No, I need to see Mitch now. Please!!" My voice started to raise with each word in anger.

"Sir, please calm down. Mr. Grassi is resting now and he goes into surgery tomorrow morning. I advise that you go home, get some sleep, and come back tomorrow."

I let out a big sigh and ran my fingers through my hair, "Can you tell me what happened? What's wrong with him?"

"His head, right leg, and wrist are injured severely with some bruises and scratches here and there, but he should be okay if the surgery goes well." She said looking back at the computer from time to time.

I put my hand to my mouth and wiped it down my face, "Thank you."

I checked my phone to see the time, it said 11:38 pm.

Suddenly Kirstie, Avi, and Kevin ran in.

"Scott! What's going on?" Kevin asked in panic, approaching me.

"We can't see Mitch now, he's going into surgery tomorrow." I felt hot tears roll down my cheeks. Kirstie wrapped her arms around me, giving me a giant hug. I sobbed into her small shoulder while she comforted me.

"He'll be alright, Scott. Don't worry," I could feel her tears staining my cloud sweater but I didn't care. All I wanted right here, right now was to see Mitch and for him to be okay. I felt Avi and Kevin join our hug making it one big group hug.

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