vacation

part seven- i want to go to paris

MITCHS POV
I write and write and write. Its been so long since ideas have been flowing out of me like this.

The next few days are filled with song ideas, naps, and selling my old clothes online. it hurts to say goodbye to some of my once greatly put to use peices. I do a lot of thrifting and trading to get the clothes i want. I may not be able to afford the collections i keep up with online, but i make due with what i have. I still need other ways to make money. Ive been looking for a job. I cant see myself working in a fast food chain, wearing those greasy outfits. I know i have something bigger destined for me. I wish i was good enough or talented enough to have a career that made me happy, all the while putting more than one meal on my table everyday.

I cave in and apply for a part time shift at a drugstore. Its not my thing. But i need the money. At least its only part time.

I text scott. I havent seen him in a few days time now. He texts me good morning every day. And theres a few "how are you!"s thrown around every once in a while. I lay in bed and dream of him. Him touching me, him kissing me.

I want to see him again. But i give him space. He has a job...a life outside of us, even if i dont. The days pass, i go through the motions. I design clothes in my journal. I listen to hours of music. I want better for myself. I wait for a text from scott.

SCOTTS POV
ive been working on music. I record in a crappy studio. I have connections with people in the industry but theyre not huge. Ive collabed with small artists. People dont know my name. But at least im making music.

I go to work, a part time assistant at a highschool theatre program. Along with my also part time hair cutting job. Its not much, but the jobs get me by. Im happy with it at least.

I text mitch good morning every day. I dont stop thinking about him. Always in the back of my mind. I want to see him again, but I give him space. He has a life outside of us.

MITCHS POV
I scroll through my phone. Pictures of paris and fahsions shows fill my screen. Its my dream. I picture myself walking the paris streets holding an expensive handbag in my hand. I picture myself in the crowd of the new vetements fashion show, the stunning models feet in front of me.

I stop myself from feeling sad. Mitch, make due with what you have!

My next gig is tomorrow afternoon. Once of the biggest bars in our city. Its huge for me. Now this is something! I could be on my way to greatness, who knows, maybe the trip to paris with the gucci handbag in my hand isnt so far away.

Scott doesnt text me goodmorning the next day.

SCOTTS POV
im at kirstin's house. We try to hang out at least once a week. Its important to maintain our friendship. Its too precious to lose.

Although today's meetup is particularly quiet. I know shes upset about our last conversation. I want to apologize.

"Im sorry kirstie, our last conversation didnt end very well, i apologize"

silence

"I told mitch about you, that night a few days ago"

I finally see a smile on kirstins face

"Thank you" she says

I think of what to say next

"He seemed happy about it, we need to meet up! Go do something soon! I can text him right now if you want!"

She agrees.

I send a message to mitchy<3, i frown, realising i forgot my goodmorning today.

"May be a little late, but good morning <3"