Changes (Scomiche)

3.

I was in a white room. Its bright. I had to squint my eyes so that I could see what is in the room.
Everything was white. I scanned the whole room but there was nothing but me. I then remembered that if you woke up and everything is white it means you are dead. But I'm not dead right.

Wait wait. Let me check my colours. I'm wearing coloured clothes so it means I'm not dead. Then who is? " Hi Mitchie" The voice. That voice. Its.... Scott!!.

"Scott!" I ran to him and slammed my lips on his and wrapped my arms around his neck while his went around my waist . I put all my passion and love into this kiss. I didn't want to let go of him. I want him forever. But we had to break the kiss because we had been kissing for more than 2 minutes and we are short of breath. I hugged him and his my face in the crook of his neck. His body was shivering and he was crying. And so am I.

"Scott why are you here? Why are you wearing white? You're not leaving me are you." He wiped my tears from my cheek. "I'm sorry Mitch. I love you" With those last words he disappeared. I fell on my knees. Suddenly I was being shook.

I woke up. I was in a hospital bed with my friends. Kevin. Avi. Kirstie.I sat up and hug Kirstie. I started crying at her shoulders. "Honey what happen? What did you dream about?" She was drawing circles at my back , comforting me.

"Scott. I dreamt he was dead. He left me. He-" I couldn't bear to say it anymore. " Where is Scott? " I choked out. " He just woke up. Doc say he was lucky he survived despite his deep cuts"Avi explained.

"And he wants you. Now. So let's go" Kevin butt in. " They brought me to the Scott's room and left me alone with him. "Scott. Wake up." I shook his arm lightly being extra careful with his bandaged arm. I saw him shift and hisneyes fluttered open.

" Scott. Why? Why did you do this?" I asked him with a little anger in my voice. I didn't mean to sound harsh but still. He just looked me in the eyes and tears stared flowing down from his eyes.

"Scott. Those puppy eyes won't make the fact change that I'm still mad at you. Now. Spill. It. " I chuckeled a bit seeing him frown at his failure. He started to smile and held my hand tightly. "C'mon Scott. Spill. It. Now."I was getting more stern. "Scott Richard Hoying!" He laughed at my madness. Ooh he is so gonna get it.

"So still no answer huh? OK fine I guess I'll have to do this the hard way right?" I had a smirk on my face and his face was confused plus a little bit of ... Scared?

I leaned to him and put both of my arms on each of his side.  Our face were inches apart and I could feel his hands going to the back of my neck but I pinned them above his head with one arm. I roughly tilted his chin to side and gave a trail of feather light kisses along his left side of his neck. I could hear his breathing hitched up.

I began biting the skin softly and could see his chest rising up and down rapidly. I backed away and could see a hell dark of a hickey on his neck. I smiled happily at my "work". "So now are you gonna tell me? Admit it." He still shake his head and has a mischievous smirk on his face.

"No! Not now okay." I smacked his arm playfully. "Fine I think I'll have to tell you. But promise you won't hate me okay? Please I love you"  His eyes were filled with tears. I pecked him in the lips and said" Scottie I will always love you. No matter what. I just want the truth. I don't want you to be hurt." I was holding his hand rubbing my fingers on his palm.

" Okay." I know this takes courage for him. I'm proud of him But I can sense that this is going to be a bad news.