The Unknown (Scömìche Fanfiction)

Three

Once they were both in the car, Scott decided then and there that he was finally going to tell Mitch about the problem.

'Will Mitch be mad at me?' Scott thought. 'What if he breaks up with me? Thinks I'm a weirdo?'

Once Scott realized it was getting awkwardly quiet, he reached over to a compartment next to the cup holders and grabbed a random CD. He glanced at it, noticing that is was of course Beyoncé's latest album, titled Beyoncé.

He handed it to Mitch and asked him to take it out of the case, knowing automatically that he would be perfectly fine with the CD selection. Mitch opened the case and grabbed the CD around the edges, pushing it into the slot.

The first song, Pretty Hurts, played and Mitch and Scott semi-consciously hummed the words. Scott reached over and turned it down a bit, startling Mitch and making him question why Scott would ever want to turn the flawless Beyoncé down.

"Mitch, there's something I need to tell you." Scott figured with Beyoncé playing, it would calm them both down if they happened to start to argue.

"...What?" Mitch was beginning to wonder what Scott was going to say. 'If Scott breaks up with me,' Mitch thought, 'I will kill myself. And this time I'm not even kidding. I love Scott so much and if he-' Mitch's thoughts were interrupted by Scott's angelic voice.

"Mitch. Stop freaking out. You know that I notice when you get nervous because you start shaking, right?" In fact, Mitch did not know this and it made him feel giddy to know that Scott is that observant of him. Mitch blushed.

"Uhm, yeah." Mitch replied, sliding a lie.

Scott exclaimed, "Yeah, right! Mitch, stop lying to me!"

"Scott! Why are you arguing with me? What did you need to tell me in the first place??" Mitch was beginning to get frustrated. If Scott was going to break up with him, he better do it soon before Mitch decides to break up with him first.

"Okay. First of all, do you promise not to get mad at me?"

'Oh, my God.' Mitch thought. 'He's breaking up with me, he hates me, why am I not good enough for him, does he really think that-' Once again, Mitch's thoughts were interrupted by Scott's angelic voice.

"Mitch?" Scott wondered what Mitch was thinking.

"I won't get mad at you, Scott." Mitch decided to play it easy.

"Okay, well, I've been meaning to tell you this for a while." Scott explained.

Mitch sighed. "Alright, you can tell me now..."

"Well, Mitch, you see, when I was young, my mom and I got in a horrible car accident. I was 9 years old."

Mitch could imagine tiny, 9 year old Scott.

[FLASHBACK FROM YOUNG SCOTT'S POV WHILE SCOTT IS TELLING MITCH THE CAR WRECK STORY]

"Mommy, when will we be there?" I asked. I have been coloring for, like, 10 years and I want to be there now. Why did we have to drive this whoooole way JUST to get to a place Mommy needed to go? She said that if we didn't go now, mean government people would come and take us away from our house. I don't understand because that's OUR house. Not the bad guys' house. Ugh.

"Soon, sweetie." She replied. I sighed.

Suddenly Mommy yelled and I looked up from my coloring book. Now I'm screaming because I can't see Mommy.

"MOMMY!" I heard her screaming my name back, but I don't see her.

"SCOTT! I LOVE YOU!" She yelled. I started to cry. I. Want. My. Mommy.

Then the car jolted forward and I came out of my seat. I felt like I was flying but then I hit the wind shield and then everything was black.

I woke up. I tried to sit up but then my chest hurt so I laid back down. It hurts where I put my hand for the Pledge of Allegiance every day at school. I put my hand to my heart and quickly pulled it away, feeling blood emit from my skin.

"Mommy! I have a boo-boo!" I yelled, but Mommy never came. The nice ambulances came and got me but they never found anything inside my heart, where I put my hand for the Pledge.

Mommy never came back either.

[SWITCHED BACK TO PRESENT LIFE]

"... And now, I feel something inside of my heart. It makes me so tired and all I want to do is sleep. It's like I can feel the fatigue slipping throughout my heart. It's moving and I don't know what it is, but there's also a bump forming and it continues to grow every day. I'm afraid it will soon poke through my skin... Mitch, what's wrong with me?"

Mitch was speechless. He didn't know what to do. "Uhh, Scott... We need to get to a hospital. And let me drive."

Scott and Mitch climbed over each other, Mitch being careful not to make contact with Scott's chest.

Mitch sped to the emergency room, wondering what could possibly be inside of his perfect boyfriend's heart.