The English Paper (Scomiche Fanfiction)

Chapter 11: What Am I Going To Do With You?

Mitch’s POV

I woke up with a pounding headache. My eyes seemed to only open halfway, and my whole body felt like it got hit by a train.

I sat up slowly, trying to ignore the sharp pains in my abdomen. A glass of water and two Advil were sitting next to me, and every light in the house is off. Flashes of the party popped into my memory; ugh, Travis. The good news was, Scott was taking care of me- AW! He was the cutest. The absolute cutest. And I loved him.

A took the medicine grateful and gulped the entire glass of water down. The moonlight coming in from the window seemed brighter than usual, and it was giving me a headache- but, being in the shape that I was in, I didn’t have the energy to pull the blinds.

I leaned against the wall and looked around. This was my life now. I was living in a shabby, top-floor apartment with two rooms and minimal furniture. I had no clothes of my own, and I didn’t even have parents.

Well, I had them, but I don’t think they count as “parents.” I hoped they felt terrible about treating me like a caged animal for 17 years of my life, but deep down, I knew they wouldn’t. They’d probably forget about me, go on vacation somewhere, and have a new kid. One they could beat, tread, and walk all over.

The kid that I was before I met Scott.

We’d probably break into the house over winter break in two weeks. My parents always went to Bora Bora with me at that time of year, even though I always wanted to stay and actually have a white Christmas for once. I doubted they’d stay home and wallow in pain about losing their son, so we’d get all my clothes and belongings then. I might take some money, too, considering I made a lot of it at work, and my parents kept.

“Kids don’t know what to do with money,” They’d say. “We’ll keep it safe.”

Even though I didn’t have incredibly nice living conditions or five-star meals, I was happier than I’d ever been in my entire life. My parents told me that love couldn’t be real until after high school, and even then, real love usually wasn’t found until college. So, I never looked for love, and love wasn’t hunting me down either. I never realized how much love could do for a person- when you’re with your boyfriend or girlfriend, it’s like all the problems in your life don’t exist. It’s like you’re on a cloud, dancing in a wonderland full of dreams and candy and magic.

When you’re in love with someone, your life is complete.

Scott was my everything. He made me happy when I was sad, he saved me when I was in danger, and frankly, I would die for him. I know he’s had a rough past, and some part of me just can’t stand to see him in any more pain. What we have is pretty special, because even though all we’ve ever said to each other is ‘I love you,’ our blushing and awkward silences speak a lot louder. We’ll both be there for each other, forever and always.

I was leaning against the wall uncomfortably, so I tried to lay on my side. Dagger-like pains stabbed my sides and I winced. Why was I so banged up?

Oh, wait. The party. The Travis-the-Douchebag party.

I remember waving goodbye to Scott when he had to go the bathroom. I remember pushing my way through the crowd of drunk dancers and party-goers to find a seat, because we’d been dancing for nearly an hour. Someone handed me a Red Solo cup, and I was exhausted from all the movement on the dance floor. Forgetting everything Scott told me, I chugged the liquid out of the cup and felt refreshed- for only a second, though. I immediately began to lose my clear vision. Things got fuzzy and the colorful strobe lights were like highlighters coating my eyesight. My body felt numb and my brain felt foggy, the loud music overcome by the louder ringing in my ears.