(COMPLETE) Please, don't try to fix me. - Book 1.

13.

Mitch's POV.

"Come in!" I shouted quite annoyed.

Kevin walked in and looked at us.

"Why are you guys intertwined with each other?" Kevin asked.

"Because we want to." I answered, still annoyed.

The fact was that I had to cover the huge bulge in my pants.

"Don't give me that attitude." Kevin said.

"We've confessed our feelings to each other." Scott explained.

"You're a couple now?" Kevin asked.

"No, we're taking it slow." Scott said.

"Doesn't seem like it if I see you two like this." Kevin laughed.

"This has a reason too." I smirked.

Kevin blushed and cleared his throat.

"This is not the time to be funny, Mitchell." Kevin warned.

I sighed and shrugged.

"Okay. Spill it, Kev." I said.

"I am going to talk to the team soon, I wanted to ask you if you have something that I need to bring in too." Kevin said.

"It was just a weak moment. It won't happen again." Scott sighed.

"Weak moments are not accepted here, it's a trigger for the other ones." Kevin said.

"What? But it's a sign of being human. Please, do what you can to keep Scott with me." I almost begged.

"I'll see what I can do, but I can't promise anything." Kevin sighed.

"You don't wanna ruin our luck, right?" I tried.

"Don't even start, Mitchell." Kevin warned me.

"Mitch." I corrected him.

"Fine. I'll have to go now. I'll let them know it was a weak moment." Kevin said and he left.

Scott was quiet. I looked at him and I could see the fear in his beautiful eyes.

"I am scared too..." I whispered as I squeezed his hand softly.

He smiled at me. I love his smile.

"Do you wanna do something fun in our last hours together?" Scott asked.

"Don't be so dramatic." I chuckled.

"I'm not. I'm just scared." Scott said.

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"YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" I yelled.

Scott sat in the corner, sobbing... I felt responsible for him.

"I'm sorry. You should pack your stuff, Scott." Kevin said as he ignored Scott's state.

"No. No way. I'm not letting you ruin our luck. You have no idea what we both have been through and now THIS?!" I said.

I started to breathe heavily. No panic attack, please. Not now.

"Calm down, Mitchell..." Kevin said and he touched my shoulder.

I shrugged him off. I hate how he keeps calling me 'Mitchell'.

"Don't touch me! It's MITCH!" I exclaimed.

Kevin sighed in defeat. Scott was still sobbing and I walked to him, crouching in front of him.

"Scotty?" I whispered.

"Y-Yeah?" Scott sobbed.

"Come here..." I said and pulled him into my arms.

Usually I am the one who needs comfort, but seeing my baby like this... It breaks me. I don't know if I'm allowed to call him 'my baby', but it sounds nice.

Kevin clears his throat, I look at him. Oh, yes. He's still here.

"I kindly suggest that Scott packs his stuff. He'll be picked up in an hour." Kevin said calmly.

"One hour?" I hissed.

"Yes, one hour. I need to go now. I'm sorry." Kevin said.

"No, you don't." I said as I stood up.

"I do, Mitche-"

"Don't you dare to finish my name like that. I can't believe you're letting this happen to us. We've even reached up to Kirstin. We've reached up to you. And yet, Scott has to go. Is it funny to put us together and then break us apart?" I told Kevin.

"It's not like that." Kevin started.

"No. It IS like that." I scoffed.

"Mitch..." Scott whispered.

I looked at him. He stood behind me. He looked stronger than before.

"Yes, Scotty?" I answered.

"It's okay. It's just one month, better than two months. Right?" Scott said.

I shrugged. Scott put his hand on my shoulder, making me face him.

"I guess..." I whispered.

"Oh and you're getting a new roommate." Kevin said.

Scott gulped at the fact that I was getting a new roommate. He shoved the beds apart with a sad expression on his face.

"I don't want a new roommate!" I exclaimed.

"He is coming in 2 hours, pack the stuff." Kevin said and he left.

"It's going to be okay..." Scott whispered.

I looked at him.

"I can't believe you! Y-You've just sobbed and now you're saying this?!" I almost cried, saying those words.

"We need to believe that it's going to be okay, Mitchy." Scott whispered, holding my hand.

Great, I'm breaking. Three, two, one...

"But what about us?" I cried.

"There is no us." Scott answered coldly.

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