'Standing By' (Book 1)

Three

(A/N: Sorry for making Mitch insecure. It makes the story more interesting ;) If you can't read some things I decide to add, then don't :) Don't want to make you uncomfortable.)

{Scott's POV}

Mitch and I got out of the taxi after I paid the driver. We headed inside the studio. As soon as we got in there, Kirstie jumped up and down a few times before running over to us.

"Scott!" She said with a hug. "Mitch!" She said giving him a hug. It made me feel jealous. I was jealous that Kirstie was able to hug Mitch and I wasn't.

During rehearsal, when Mitch would sing a solo, I would stare at him in awe. He was so flawless, it made me blush. It wasn't like I was the only one staring. When Mitch sings, everyone stops to stare at him. He finds it distracting but everyone does it cus he's so distracting with his angelic voice.

---------------After rehearsal-----------------

Mitch and I headed back to our apartment. I reminded myself that when we got back I would talk to Mitch about his insecurities.

When I walked in, I turned back to Mitch, "We need to talk." I told him. He seemed shocked.

"Okay. About what?"

"Follow me." I said, grabbing his wrist. He winced which concerned me. I dragged him to my room. We sat on my bed and I turned to him. He looked gorgeous.

"We need to talk about today on the way to rehearsal."

"I don't want t-" I cut Mitch off as I knew what he was gunna say.

"I don't care."

"You can't force someone to do something they don't want to, Samantha."

"How could you not want to talk about this? Why do you want to keep it all bottled up inside? It just makes it worse."

"I don't care. I don't want to talk about it with you, Scott."

"Let me see your arms."

"No."

"Mitchell. Coby. Grassi. Lift up your sleeves and show me. I will not judge you in any way." I was telling the truth. I just wanted to make sure Mitch was okay. Which I already knew he wasn't.

Mitch looked hesitantly at Scott. A look of worry on his face. Mitch slowly lifted up his right sleeve, then his left. Flipping over his arms so Scott could see where his wrists and all the way up to his elbow was covered in scars, new and old. Mainly new, which concerned Scott even more.