Mitch's POV
I walk out to see Kirstie leaning against her car.
"Look what the wind blew in. Mitchell Grassi!"
"Hey, hottie." I say, walking up to her and giving her a big hug.
"Well, we'll catch up later on this evening, but we have to go pick up my friend. His name is Scott."
"Scott, huh?" I said nudging her.
"He doesn't go for someone like me."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means we're gonna be late, and you can't be late on your first day of school!"
We hop into the car and it only takes a minute to get to Scott's place, and his place is HUGE. It's so elegant and grand. After Kirstie honks the horn, a tall, muscular guy with blondish hair walks out. He is gorgeous. I get out to let him in the front seat, since he's so much bigger than me.
"You don't have to get out. I'm fine with the back."
"No, it's fine." I hated how my high-pitch voice sounded compared to his deeper voice.
"You must be Mitch."
"That's me, and you must be Scott."
"In the flesh."
"Hurry up! We're gonna be late!" Kirstie yells from the car.
"Sit in the front." I said. I get into the back seat, and I see the other back seat door open.
"I guess we'll both sit in the back."
I'm gonna like this kid.
A lot.
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Fanfiction"Mitch's mom left me a letter before she passed away. I just got it today, and I'd like to read it to everyone." I unfold the paper, and I clear my throat. "Dear Scott, I always knew you and Mitch would end up together. I know we never officially me...
