Vacation (Scomiche)

Time

I stared at the text for a while. I tried to call Beau, but he wouldn't pick up. The text seemed really urgent. Was Scott in danger? Why shouldn't I trust anyone? How did Beau know about all this? I got off the bench and started literally running, until I got to the beach.

There was no sign of Scott. His phone was dead, apparently, so I turned the flashlight on and started looking for him.

"Scott!?" I kept screaming his name, but there was no answer.

My phone suddenly starting ringing.

"Beau? What the hell is going on? Where is Scott? Is he okay? I can't-"

"Mitch, shut up and listen carefully. You need to find Scott. He is somewhere at the beach and he is looking for you. He thinks you ran away and that you're not coming back to the ship. Alex planned it all. Please hurry, he's dangerous. Shit he's coming ba-" The call ended.

I was teriffied. What did Alex tell Scott? What did he do to Beau? I frantically started searching the beach, while bawling my eyes out. If anything happened to Scott...

Suddenly, my flashlight turned off. Fucking low battery. I could only use my phone for a couple of minutes, before in died completely. I got another text, this time from Alex.

Where are you, Mitchy? The ship is about to leave, are you here yet? Scott has planned something for you, don't let him down.

I was confused. Did Scott return to the ship? Or was Alex trying to trick me? I had to make a decision. If I kept looking for Scott, I wouldn't make it in time. If I got back on the ship, there was a chance I would leave Scott behind. Should I trust Alex and get back?

Beau was pretty clear. Don't trust anyone. Especially Alex, I thought. I kept yelling Scott's name with all my might, but who was I kidding? If he was anywhere near the beach, he would have heard me. Scott wasn't there. I got another text notification. It was from...Shawn?

Mitch!!! Scott says he didn't find you at the beach, so I'm guessing you're back already? We're sailing in 5', come down to the pool, we're having a party ;)

Great. Just fucking great. I was gonna lose the ship and be stuck here. And Scott was gonna leave and have fun. Did Beau lie to me? I sat on the and and cried my eyes out. I didn't care about anything, I just wanted everything to stop.

I stated walking back to the street I was before. Maybe I could take the train to Rome and get back on the ship. We were supposed to spend three day there anyways, so I could easily make it in time.

I took a turn and bumbed onto someone. His tourist maps fell on the ground, so I picked them up and gave them back to him. He looked familiar, but it was so dark I couldn't see him very well.

"Oh, it's you! Remember me? You let me use your phone at the gallery earlier today." That's where I knew him from.

"Mark, right?", he nodded. "What a coincidence! I see you're separated from your boyfriend again. Don't lose him!", I joked and he laughed.

"He's actually right actoss the street. He saw the guy he stopped to help earlier; you know, the one I told you about when I was looking for him. He wanted to rent a car and Mason went to give him a hand, since he's fluent in Italian.", Mark explained. He seemed pretty proud of him boyfriend.

"Here he comes!", Mark announced when a tall and mascular guy got out of the store and started walking to us.

"Hey, babe!" Mason gave Mark a peck on the lips and turned to me.

"Mason, this is Mitch. He's the guy who let me use his phone to call you today. Did you help the guy get the car?"

"Yeah. I wouldn't let him drive in his condition, though. He is still crying so much, I'm not sure he can even see clearly through his swollen eyes.", Mason said. He seemed genuinely worried.