When Lives Collide- A Pentatonix/Scomiche Fanfiction

Chapter 6

A/N: Oh my gosh, people!! I am so sorry that I haven't updated in forever! There has just been a whole bunch of school-work to do, so I couldn't quite get around to it!! Anyways, I should be writing more now that the quarter is over, so here's the story!!

Raina POV

I was eating dinner alone when Kevin called.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Kevin. I wanted to let you know that Avi fell and is hurt. He'll be fine, though."

I listened intently as Kevin described what exactly had happened to make Avi get hurt. I was shocked. When he was done, there was a short silence. It was me who broke it.

"So, he'll be alright?" I asked, to confirm what I had heard.

"Yeah." Kevin said. There was yet another silence.

"Uh, see you later, I guess?" I said.

"Um, yeah. Bye."

"Bye." I started to hang up but Kevin yelled.

"Wait!" I stopped.

"Yeah?" I asked, quizzically.

"Doyouwannagoouttodinnersometime?" Kevin said, all in a rush.

"Huh?" I said, though I had heard him. I was in too much shock to answer.

"Do you wanna go out to dinner sometime?" Kevin repeated himself, slowly. I found myself nodding, forgetting that he couldn't see me. "Raina?"

I jerked myself out of a haze and answered.

"Yes, I'd love to!" I answered almost squealing.

"Great! See you!"

"Bye." Then he hung up. I sat down on my bed, staring at the wall. The man of my dreams had asked me out. But didn't this always end up badly?

Mitch POV

I was at the apartment, slaving away at the stove. Scott was going to be home in 30 minutes, and I was almost ready with all his favorite foods. They were sitting on the table, ready to be eaten. I was just finishing up the chili.

When Scott walked in, I smiled, took his coat, and led him to the table.

"What's this?" he asked, staring wide-eyed at the table.

"I made us dinner," I answered.

We sat down and started eating. For a while, there were no words. After a bit, I spoke.

"So, I made this dinner because I wanted to tell you something," I said, my voice confident. He liked me. He had to.

"What, Mitch?" he asked, looking at me intently. I took a deep breath.

"Ever since I was 14 and I knew I was gay, the only person I've ever liked was you. I made this dinner to ask you to be my boyfriend. You mean so much to me and I like you a lot. Actually, I don't like you. I love you. So, please do me the honor of being my boyfriend?" I said. I looked at Scott. There was a shocked expression on his face. I just knew he would say yes. I was praying he would say yes. Then, he spoke.

"M-Mitch, I'm sorry, but no. I don't love you. I love Alex." The words rang through my mind like they had been gunshots. He-he didn't like me. I don't love you. I love Alex. I stood up and ran to the door. I heard Scott say "Be reasonable, Mitch!", but I payed no attention. With tears running down my face, I ran down the stairs to my car and immediately drove to the only place I knew there was someone who I could trust. I knocked on the door violently.

"Kirstie! Kirstie!" I sobbed and flung myself to the ground. I was so stupid. He would never love me. I was just a worthless piece of crap in this world, I didn't deserve to live.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when the door burst open.

"Mitch, what-Mitch!! Oh my god, what's wrong?! Come in." Kirstie tugged me inside her apartment and hugged me. My tears were running down my face as I tried to contain myself.

"Sc-Scott," I managed to say, before collapsing into tears at the name.

"Scott? What did he do? Do you want to talk about it?" I shook my head vigorously. "Alright, go to the guest room. We'll talk in the morning." I nodded and walked to the room. I cried myself to sleep again that night.