Scomiche One Shots

Sick

(Mitch's P.O.V)

Italy was so magnificent. I loved Europe! Today was our free day, I didn't know here to start! I wake up and hope out of me bed immediately feeling woozy and my stomachs not feeling to hot either, I hold onto the wall nervously, everyone else was probably out, I didn't want to disturb them, I run to the bathroom and puke in the toilet,

"Maybe I shouldn't go out today..." I say,

I get back up and look at myself in the mirror, I looked awful, my face was red, I had bags, my eyes where droopy and I was paler than I already was. I grab a bucket and lay in bed. Feeling nauseous. I had my phone on silent so I didn't hear my phone constantly getting texts from the group

(Kirstie's P.O.V)

I was worried, it was already 11 o'clock and Mitch wasn't answering his phone,

"Scott where was Mitch when you left?"

Of course he paid no attention to me, he was over there talking and drooling over his boyfriend. Avi and Kevin were quite annoyed too. I look over at them as they rolled their eyes

"I'm going to find Mitch, I'll see y'all later"

I get up, as does Avi and Kevin as they were going with Esther to see some sites, I drive up to the hotel, running up to Scott and Mitch's room. I open the door, Mitch lays in his bed, looking so sick and pale

"Mitchie!?" I see him look over and smile

"Oh h-hey *COUGH* Kirst"

I rush up to him, he has a bucket next to him but not much else

"Why didnt you call me?" I ask

"I didn't wanna worry and ruin your guys day, go have fun Kirst"

"Mitch you could never ruin my day, besides I would NEVER leave you just sitting here, liking away, I would rather be here than at lunch with scott smothering all over Alex" he kinda laughs

"That bad, huh"

"Wouldn't even pay attention to us" he sighs, agreeing to my statement

"I'll go grab some stuff and be right back, okay?"

I run to the market grabbing cold medications and taking care of Mitch, around 2 he insists I go while he takes a nap. I agree but make him turn on his phone while I'm out, I walk around Italy, but I couldn't help think of Mitch. My best friend, lying there,sick as ever

(Scott's P.O.V)

God this was the best trip ever, Alex came to visit before taking off around 1. We chatted throughout lunch, I felt bad for ignoring the group but I wouldn't we him for a couple weeks after that. I walk around Otaly sight-seeing. Not knowing where the group is, they hang up whenever I call them. I find a park and see Kirstie on a bench. I walk up too it

"Hey Kirstie!" She flips around but gives me a mad expression "what's wrong...." I ask

"Oh, you wanna know what's wrong Scott!?"

"Yeah...." I say nervously

"How bout this, where is Mitch right now?"

"Um...I don't know....traveling around the cry?" I ask nervously

"Nope, he's at the hotel, in bed, sick! And didn't call anyone because he didn't want to ruin our days, and you wouldn't pay attention to me when I ask you where you last saw him Scott!!!!!"

I looked at her, shocked. I couldn't believe this. I noticed he was pale but didn't think anything of it I was...to excited to see Alex.....

"He won't be up for today but he will be fine tomorrow" she walks away clearly upset,

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I race back to the hotel scrambling up to the room, mitch lays there, pale and weak. He looks over at me, and smiles

"Hey *cough* Scotty boy hoe *cough* is you day going?" He asks

"Oh mi him so sorry"

"For what? *cough COUGH*"

"I didn't even pay attention, I was so excited to see Alex I didn't pay attention to know you were sick...let alone tell Kirstie where you were."

"Oh it's fine Scott *cough* it's just a cold *sniffle*"

I walk over and sit next to him patting his ankle.

"But I should've been here, your my best friend, and I was stupid" I say

"Okay maybe that's true"

he says sounding contested laughing. I laugh along with him, and help him the rest of the day, caring for him, the rest of the group happy that I was now back to myself. We all go out to dinner when Mitch was feeling well, we return him Mitch resting so he would be ready for tomorrow. I look at my phone. 9 missed calls from Alex. I walk out calling him, the phone ringing until it answers

"Scott you scared me!!! I'm not important enough for you to pick up?!?"

"No, no,no! Mitch was sick today so I was helping him"

"Oh I see, Mitch is more important now isn't he?"

"No Alex! He was sick, we need him to sing tomorrow!"

"No it's fiiiiine, Scott"

"You know what, I don't care, if you are mad that I was caring for a friend, we're done"

"Fine! Goodbye Scott"

And that was the end of that.