Ride or Die (Scomiche Fanfiction)

Chapter 11: Avi, Good or Bad?

Mitch's POV

Crisp fall air blew in through the windows of the car. It was almost 3 in the morning, and all of Pentatonix had been driving nonstop all night. LA was only 2 hours away- we could practically taste the opportunity ready for us.

Avi was driving and humming to the songs on the radio several octaves lower than the originals. Kirstie was in the passenger's seat, holding his hand and rubbing her thumb along his palm. She stared at him lovingly for more than half the drive, but I couldn't complain.

Scott and I were in the exact same situation only days before.

In my opinion, Kavi was incredibly adorable. I loved all the cute things they did, and how Kirstie would squeal about how perfect Avi was when we were alone. I thought Kavi, together, was super cute. I thought Kirstie was adorable, too.

Avi was a different question.

He was an ex-druggie, and he'd probably been with over half the cheerleading squad at our old high school. On top of that, I had the opportunity to help Scott with his demons. Avi's were completely foreign and me helping with them was out of the question.

I trusted Avi loosely, but nevertheless, he was a necessary addition in the band. Pentatonix wouldn't be Pentatonix without the bass holding us steady.

With that said, if Avi ever hurt Kirstie, to hell with Pentatonix.

Kirstie was my best friend, and I'd go ballistic on Avi if anything happened to her.

Aside from that, things were going swimmingly. Scott sat in the middle of the backseat with Kevin and I on either side of him. Sitting in such close quarters was a lot harder than I imagined, because ever since the mini-tease to Scott at the bar, he's felt the need to torture me back.

His hand landed on my knee, and things only went downhill from there.

Whenever someone made a joke, Scott laughed more than he normally would and let his hand sink between my legs.

Then, when a song with a good beat came on, he'd rub my leg to the same rhythm just to be evil.

But no matter how much he tortured me, I loved it, and I loved him.

We were almost in LA, and I was leaning into Scott's chest, almost completely asleep. Scott was running his fingers through my baby thin hair while one hand rest on my hip.

"Don't fall asleep," Scott whispered in my ear. "We're almost there."

"But I'm tired," I whined. "And you're comfy."

Scott laughed gently into my ear before touching the cold lobe with his warm tongue. "Still sleepy?" he questioned playfully.

"My pillow's getting a little hard," I laughed, snuggling further into Scott's lap.

"So is that a no?" He unbuckled my seatbelt and pulled me into his warm and awaiting arms.

"It's a no," Scott and I sat curled in each other's arms for the rest of the drive. However, things weren't boring- Avi and Kirstie were slowly sliding closer to one another, and they snagged a few kisses when they thought no one was looking.

Hours passed before we finally got the call.

"LA straight ahead!" Avi called, turning down Idina Menzel's glorious voice a few notches.

Everyone cheered in response, and I sat up from my slouched position. We waited expectantly for any sign of the City of Angels.

It was only moments before Scott called out, "Hollywood sign, to the left!"