Custody Granted (Scömìche)

Two

Scott's POV

"Hey Bitch!" I greeted Mitch with a laugh as he entered our apartment.

"Hey Bastard!" he called back. I laughed hysterically, falling backwards onto the couch. I love our little nicknames for each other. They always make me laugh no matter how stupid or "vulgar" they get. 

"I'm going to guess that since it's 2 in the morning that your night out with Kirstie was a success?" I asked once I caught my breath. 

"You'd be correct in that suspicion. It was really fun! I wish you would've come with us!" he whined. 

"Me too, but doing my taxes was so much more fun," I said sarcastically. Mitch rolled his eyes and sat down on the couch next to me, taking my hand in his. 

"I'm sorry your night sucked. How about you and I go out just the two of us?" he asked. I was about to nod in approval, when I noticed a bright flash of light from out the window.

"Did you see that?" I said getting up and moving to the window.

"See what?" Mitch said joining me. I looked out the window amongst the heavy rain and gasped in shock.

"Oh my gosh there's a fire across the street!!" I gasped. Mitch put one hand around my waist in concern. 

"What do we do?!?" he exclaimed. 

"Let's go down stairs! Call 9-1-1 on our way down!" I said. We each slipped on a pair of flip flops and our rain coats, then headed down stairs. Mitch spoke to the 9-1-1 operator while we were in the elevator. By the time we got downstairs and outside, he hung up. I could suddenly hear sirens off in the distance. 

"How do you think it started?" I said inspecting the area. 

"I don't know, maybe fuse blew or something?" Mitch guessed.

As we helplessly watched the flames spread, I noticed more and more people coming out of their homes and onto the street. 

"What happened?" 

"Did someone call 9-1-1?"

"Is there anyone inside?" 

These and many other quetions floated from person to person as several fire trucks rushed onto the street. 

"Everyone stand back!" a fire man shouted. He and a couple other men approached the burning bulding and began banging on the door. I heard somebody shout, "There's someone in there!!!!".

That's when I began to panic. 

I watched intently as the firemen broke down the front door and entered the wild mess of flames. A few minutes later they all came back out of the building, one man carrying a small framed girl on his back. My eyes widend.

"Oh my god," I whispered. Mitch must've heard me because he took my hand in his and squeezed it gently. 

At that moment, something inside of me broke. Seeing this girl so weak and lifeless, it made me sick to my stomach, even though I didn't know her at all. I felt compelled to protect her, or at least give her a hug. 

Then, my feet were moving. I pulled Mitch through the crowd of people towards the set of firetrucks. 

"Scott what are we doing?" Mitch asked. I didn't answer him. I just kept pushing past people, trying to get to the big red trucks as fast as I could. When we finally reached them, I could see the girl laid out on the ground. 

"Is she OK?" I asked when we were close enough for someone to hear. A fire man turned to me, his face grim. 

"We won't know if she'll survive until we get her to a hospital," he said. "Are you two family?" he asked. I was about to answer, when one of the other firemen came up behind him and tapped his shoudler.