Make You Feel My Love - Scömìche

Chapter Twenty-Two: Just A Dream

Scott's POV

"I'm gonna take a shower, and then we'll head to Starbucks." Mitch said as he was getting off of me.

"Sounds good."

About half an hour later before we're about to leave, there's a knock at the door. I open it to see Mitch's ex, Kyle.

"What do you want?" I ask him.

"I brought some clothes that Mitchie left at my house."

He walked in and sat the clothes down.

"Don't call him that."

"I'm ready, Scott!" Mitch says as he walks out of the bathroom. He looks up and has the most scared look on his face.

"Kyle." Mitch says. "What are you doing here?"

"You left me for this fucker?" he says, pointing at me.

"Don't call him that."

"Mitchie, please come home with me." he says, reaching out to grab Mitch's hand.

"Get out." 

"Fine."

He walks out but turns around.

"Mitch?"

Mitch turns and sees a gun pointing at me. Kyle shoots the gun and walks away, slamming the door. I randomly feel no pain, but then I feel Mitch grab onto my shoulder as he falls down. 

"Mitch? Mitch!"

I see the blood coming from his stomach. He jumped and took the bullet.

"I love you, Scott."

"No, stay with me. Don't close your eyes. Stay with me!"

"Scott? Will you do something for me?"

He's dying, and there's nothing I can do.

"Anything, Lovebug."

"Will you sing to me?"

"Guess it's true I'm not good at a one night stand.

But I still need love 'cause I'm just a man.

These nights never seem to go to plan.

I don't want you to leave, will you hold my hand?

Oh, won't you stay with me?

'Cause you're all I need.

This ain't love, it's clear to see.

Oh, stay with me."

Everything goes black. Am I dead? What happened?

"Scott? Wake up, babe. It's time for rehearsal."

I wake up to see Mitch standing next to me.

"Mitch? Wh-what happened?"

"It's almost 12:00. I didn't want to wake you. I mean, we did go to the beach yesterday, so I know why you're tired. I didn't expect you to sleep that long. I got you a coffee."

"Wait -- yesterday was the beach day?"

"Yeah, why?"

"You--" I started crying. "You got in a car wreck, and then I got drunk and hit you, and then you were killed, and I thought I had to live without you."

"Shh..." he says, bringing me into a hug. "It was all just a dream."