One-Shots

5. 🎹 Accident

Characters: Mitchell Coby Michael Grassi, Scott Richard Hoying, Kirstin Taylor Maldonado, Kevin Oluwole Olusola, Avriel Benjamin Kaplan

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"Mitch, we're staying. You sure, you want to go?" Scott was little tipsy from what he drunk.

"I'm sure. I have some work to do anyways. Take care of yourselves, especially Kirstie," Mitch closed the door and went to the car.

He was the only sober person there, but he didn't want to be there. Through the fact, Kirstie was there and drunk as hell. He only hoped for her to be okay, when they'll wake up the next day.

He started his car and pulled out of the driveway, going home to finish, what needed to be done. It was almost midnight, so he got home quite quickly. When he got to his room, he pulled out envelope, that he was hiding in his desk.

He was writing his speech, that he was planning to propose with. Mitch was tired, but he kept writing and writing, until he fell asleep on the desk.

In the morning he was woken up by sun shining right into his eyes. When he looked at the clock, he remembered that he promised to go back there for Kirstie and he was supposed to be there almost an hour ago. He forgot to put his things away, just took jacket on and took his keys and phone.

Typical morning roads were full of cars. His phone started to ring. "Hey, I'm so sorry I'm late, babe. I'm stuck in the traffic. Just wait for me there."

"You were supposed to be here almost two hours ago. Did you fall asleep on your desk again?" how can she know about that? He thought.

"Yes, but I'm on my way to you, just wait for me little longer," he heard Kirstie's sigh and how she hung up. He was so sad, he didn't get his chance to tell her, how much he loves her.

He got out of the city and sped up a little. After two turns, he crashed with another car. He fell through the front glass, on the road.

Three hours later

Kirstie was trying to call her boyfriend, but he wasn't picking it up. It was three hours, since they called. She was all alone there, because boys left already. Then her phone rang.

Unknown number, but it still made her pick it up. "Hello?"

"Miss Maldonado? We're calling you to inform you about your boyfriend, Mitch Grassi."

"What happened to him? Is he okay?" she got so scared.

"He's alive, but we need your help. Can you please come to the hospital? We'll be expecting you," they hung up, before she could ask more.

She took her purse and coat, running out with phone by her ear. "Scott, I know, you have probably just got home, but I need you to come back and take me to hospital."

"What? Why? Is everything okay?" the worries in his voice was making her scared even more.

"I don't know. I just got called from hospital, saying Mitch is there. They didn't say anything else. How fast can you get here?"

"I'll be there in 5."

"What if he's near his death? Last time we spoke, I was screaming at him. I didn't get to tell him, that I love him. What am I going to do, if I will lose him? I can't lose him, Scott," she was crying and stressing herself even more than usual. "Oh my God, what did I make him do?"