Scott’s POV
Pentatonix. Pe-nt-at-on-ix. Penta-tonix.
Yup, I liked it.
Mitch, Kirstie, Avi, Kevin and I melted together as smooth as butter. Our sounds harmonized amazingly and were filled out by Kevin and Avi. They’d been brothers since birth, and creating music together wasn’t hard for them. I’d come to know and love Mitch’s personality, so our voices were flawless together. Kirstie and Mitch were best friends, too, so they melded well.
Something about the bond of friendship really carried into everything you did. It was almost like magic.
We were all throwing ideas on the table to see if any of them took shape. Avi was a huge Gotye fan, and Kirstie was all for sticking with singing Somebody That I Used To Know.
“We’re gonna have to change some things, though. We can’t just copy the song,” Kevin explained, grabbing a notepad and pen from the coffee table.
“We could each have a solo,” Mitch suggested.
“And we could do some cool background stuff for each one,” Avi said, referring to himself and Kevin.
“Us 3 could do the guitar part in the beginning,” I put an arm around Mitch.
“Yes!” Kirstie exclaimed. She scooted over to let Avi on the couch. He slid from the arm to the chair, looking uneasy. I started to laugh, but managed to hold most of it in.
Who would’ve thought Avi, Mr. Sexy-Low-Voice-Man could be so nervous about a girl? I certainly have never seen him so scared; it was like expecting his voice to hit a high double C anytime soon.
“So, what are we gonna do with all these ideas?” Mitch asked the group. After his question he looked up at me and smiled innocently. Sometimes he seemed like he was a complete rebel, but when he smiled like that, he made you realize how much of a sheep in wolf’s clothing he was. I loved it- I loved it so much.
“What d’you mean?” Asked Kevin, forcing us to tear our gazes apart.
“I mean, we can sing all we want, but where’s anyone going to notice?” Mitch’s hands traveled lower and lower down my chest. Agonizingly and sexily lower.
“You’re saying we should post a video on YouTube?” Kirstie asked, her and Avi’s legs pressed together from sitting side by side on the couch.
“Maybe, but what about even bigger?” Mitch was talking about Pentatonix, but his hands and deliberate emphasis on the word ‘bigger’ was driving me insane. Who’s the tease now?
“Like…?” Avi asked.
“New York!” Mitch threw his hands in the air. The warmth growing inside me disappeared and sexual tension aside, I was now back in reality.
“That’s insane,” Kevin shook his head. “We don’t have the money to perform 1, half-finished song across the country.”
“What about something closer? Las Vegas? LA?” I wanted to get out of Arlington. I wanted to perform for the world’s biggest record producers and get signed, then go on to be a world-renound a cappella group with talent, money, and fame.
Big dreams, I know. In the meantime, all groups had to start somewhere.
“My parents own a house in Las Vegas!” Kirstie squealed. “It’s perfect!”
After a small amount of deliberation from the group, we decided that our first venue would be Vegas. We made plans to sing on the streets and try to get in front of a record producer.
“When do we leave?” Mitch asked.
“As soon as we can,” I started. “It’s not like we have any other plans.”
“I’ve got business to take care of tomorrow, but what if we leave Wednesday?” Kevin asked.
“Are we flying?” Kirstie stood from the couch.
“No one’s got money for tickets,” Avi said darkly. I realized I hadn’t hung out with him in a while and I instantly wondered if he was struggling.
“Let’s drive then,” Kevin stood, too. “It’s only about 5 hours or so.”
“Only?” I laughed. “My piece-of-shit car isn’t going that far, I can tell you that.”
With that, everyone giggled and continued debating what to do.
“We could take my parents’ Honda,” Mitch suggested quietly.
“I don’t think they’ll be handing over the keys anytime soon, Mitchie,” I pulled him into me.
“Then we’ll just have to take them by force,” He said defiantly.
“Like, steal?” Kirstie looked appalled.
“There shitty parents anyway. They can buy a new one at the drop of a dime,” Mitch looked at me for support, and I delivered.
"We broke in once, we can do it again. I love it when your naughty side shows," I kissed him briefly.
"My naughty side is always showing," Mitch teased. "Sometimes you just have to look a little lower-"
"Get a room!" Kevin cried.
"We're out!" Avi laughed, fist-bumping Kevin.
"Come on, it's totally adorable! One time, Mitch was gushing about Scott and accidentally called him da-" Kirstie was interrupted.
"All right! S-see you Wednesday, Kirst. Text me or something," Mitch led the three to the door and bade them goodbye. I waved from a distance until he closed the door.
"Daddy, huh?" I teased, motioning Mitch over to me.
"Shush," He blushed and looked down, lacking his usual sassy attitude.
"Well, we should get packing," I swung my boyfriend around. "This bitch has a lot of clothes to pack."
"Same," Mitch pecked my lips. "Queen's got a lot of hair product necessities." There's the sass.
God, I loved him.
I loved us.
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Ride or Die (Scomiche Fanfiction)
Fiksi Penggemar**SEQUEL TO THE ENGLISH PAPER** Mitch and Scott have left high school. They live in the same apartment, and together, their love of music gives them a new purpose for life. Joined by Mitch's loyal friend Kirstie and Scott's ex-druggie pals, Kevin an...
