Innocent - [scomiche]

Chapter 4

SCOTT POV:

The drive back to my house was slow. My head was still spinning from what had happened. Images of our lips touching came to my mind and i couldn't help but smile. His were so soft and kissable that made me lean in; and im glad i did.

I've kissed a lot of guys before but it had never been like this. It was usually a "touch and go", quick and out of impulse. This one was slow and passionate, i was craving for it since the day i saw him.

My thoughts were interrupted by my phone buzzing. It was Kevin.

I picked up the phone and answered the call.

"Hello?" I stopped the car on a red light and waited for him to respond.

"Hi mate, Avi told me that you just finished working so i took this chance to tell you that on Friday I'm having a party so feel free to come" Kevin said, sounding a little tired.

"It's fine by me" i said while stepping on the pedal and making the car go forward. I made a turn at the end of the block and parked the car.

"Great, see you there" he said and hanged up.

Kevin was my friend since we were little, we went to the same class. He was a great guy and always made me laugh. It's been so long since we last met so i was looking forward for this friday. He was that type of guy, always throwing a party whenever he could. Nevertheless, he never abused of alcohol or anything. He was really grounded and very mature.

When we were younger, about 16 years old we would always met up in his house and do some jamming sessions. He had a cello and played it beautifully, he was a pro. And i would just sing or DJ and we would create some random but somehow incredible melodies. He had just graduated on Yale and worked as a musician on an Acapella academy. He teaches "Cello Beatboxing" as he liked to call it. It's a mashup between Cello and Beatboxing and he did it great.

I got out of the car and made my way to my apartment. As always, it took the lift ages to go down and then up. I'll call the mechanic later to see if there's a way to fix it.I opened the door and went straight to my room.

I lived in a big apartment, as soon as you stepped trough the door you found yourself on the living room. It nhad a couch which was in front of the 40 inch TV and a cute coffee table i bought the other day. At my right it was the kitchen which had a big window where you could see the street if you put out your head through it. In the kitchen there was a door which lead to my room. My house did something like an L if you payed attention but most of the people didn't realise it.

I took off my clothe and replace them with my boxers and went straight to sleep. I dossed off really quick, i was tired physically and mentally.

MITCH POV:

As soon as i entered my apartment i sat in the floor against the kitchen counter. I couldn't believe what had happened. He was so sweet and gentle on the way home. I had his laugh recorded in my head and played it over and over again. The way he spoke my name was marvellous and made my knees go weak. The way the sound escaped through those wonderful lips left me breathless, literally. After we kissed it took me some time to recover, i was taken by surprised. I did not expect it.

I could still feel his strong arms wrapped around my waist, pushing me backwards against the car. Everything else seemed to stop, i did not longer care about the cold and the fact that it was really late. It was just us and i loved it. I hope that this will happen again... Ugh im an idiot.

I forgot to ask for his phone number.

I could still ask for it on wednesday though, but now the only thing i wanted to do was take all my clothe off and go to bed. And that was exactly what i did.

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As soon as i woke up i grabbed my phone and called Louis, i owed him an apologise. The phone rang and rang but he never picked it up, all i could hear was the answering machine telling me he couldn't receive calls at the moment.

I remember he told not to call him on tuesdays but i thought that he could at least answer me. He never told me what he did though and whenever i asked him he would evade the question. I never gave it a second thought and i know people can have their own secrets but i was his friend, i deserved an explanation.

But i was not going to worry about it now, i went to the bathroom and took a shower. When i was out i dressed up with a black jean, a plain white shirt, black boots and of course: his jacket.

I really liked it and I was definitely going to keep it.

I was about to make some breakfast but i realised that i had no milk. I grabbed the keys and when to the small supermarket that i had around the block. I was about to open the door when i saw Louis with the corner of my eyes. He was staggering, and looked like he was about to fall with every step he made. He had a beanie on and his eyes looked tired, i could bet that he had been drinking. Instead of entering the building i approached to him.

"Lou? Are you all right?" I walked towards him very carefully, i was afraid to scare him and cause him to loose his balance and fall.

"Mherrnn?" He stuttered. He lifted his head to look at me and that's when i realised that he had not been drinking, he was drugged. His eyes were out of focus and red.

"What the hell happened to you?" I demanded. I couldn't believe this.

"I... I can... Explain, i swear" he managed to say. He went forward and lost his balance, but luckily i caught him before he could fall.

"Oh sure you will!" I told him. "We are going straight to my apartment"

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I opened the door and pushed it open with my foot as i was holding Louis with my other hand. I leaded him to the couch and sat him there. I left him some minutes to recover a little; but i wasn't going to let him sleep, i wanted an answer.

I sat next to him, my legs crossed. "What happened?" I asked.

"I'm fine" He groaned.

"I'm not asking you if you are okey" i said impatiently. "Im asking why are you drugged right now and why did you do it" I didn't want to be mean but drugs were a big issue. Once you were addicted it was very difficult to leave them. It hurt me to see him like that, mainly because i lost so many friends because of it and i wasn't going to loose another one.

"Don't shout" He said and covered his ears with his hands.

"I'm not shouting. Just tell me would you?" I was loosing my patience.

"Fine. I'm and addict Mitch. I've been drugging myself for about a year now" He finally said.

I was taken aback with his answer. "But why?" I said stuttering.

"There are so many things that i don't tell you" He sighed. "I'm not perfect and i'm not doing well. My father is in the hospital struggling with an illness and the doctors don't know what it is. Little by little me and my girlfriend are falling apart, we don't talk to each other that much and most of the times i try to avoid her so she won't see how bad i am. It's just too much and this seemed a good way to escape from all of this just for a little while" He didn't dare to look at me.

"Louis..." I started saying but he interrupted me.

"No it's okey, you don't need to tell me anything. And don't think that i'm not taking care of this matter, the reason why i told you not to call me on tuesdays it's because i'm going to rehab."

"And Ella knows about this?" His girlfriend should know, i would hate not to be aware of all this.

"Not really"

"You should tell her and maybe it will help both of you, you can help each other. I'm sure she will understand" I told him.

He didn't answer. He just laid on the couch, closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep. I brought him a sheet and let him sleep. It was still early and i didn't know what to do. Maybe Kirstie was up to do something, i will call her.