Fantasy (Scomiche AU)

The Mistake

Mitch sighed, sitting impatiently in class. He tapped his pencil against the desk while his teacher continued talking. She was going off on some tangent about some poet no one but him knew about. He was getting all kinds of annoyed looks. The whole reason the teacher was talking about this poet was because Mitch knew him. He studied poetry a lot, because it helped him with songwriting. He and Kirstin wrote their own songs, so they needed inspiration. It helped to read poems.

He looked at his desk, then back up again. After a minute, he rose his hand, asking a question to get them back on track.

"Ah, yes," the teacher said. "I'm sorry, I saw a squirrel. Now, who can answer Mitch's question?"

_

"English class is my least favorite," Mitch grumbled, walking into the house.

Kirstin's mom looked up. "I love how you wander in here like you own the place," she remarked.

"That's a sign of how close I am to Kirstie," Mitch told her. "I can walk in here like I own the place because she's my best friend and she all but owns the place.

"Yes, it is, and yes, I do," Kirstie agreed, walking in from the kitchen with a cookie. "Mitch, come on," she urged him. "I have just baked the most delicious cookies you'll ever taste. And you have to return the favor of me giving you however many you want by making me cake pops."

"I have to make you cake pops, huh?" Mitch asked, laughing.

"Yes, you do," she replied. "I require cake pops."

Mitch nodded, heading into the kitchen. "Fine, I'll make you some," he said.

Kirstin squealed excitedly, clapping her hands.

_

"What do you think?" Kirstin asked.

"I think a song about being sad, 'cause you have to betray someone you love dearly," Mitch said, pouring sugar into a measuring cup.

She raised an eyebrow. "Emotional about keeping a secret from the fans, are we?"

"A bit," Mitch responded. "Wouldn't you be?"

"I can see why you hate it," Kirstin said. "Alright, we can do that. But, how about we write one about finally being happy after something that isn't really explicitly stated is over. Of course, the lyrics make it out to be a breakup. But it isn't. It's really this whole thing. You're moving on, and writing a song about it will help. What about that?"

"That sounds perfect," Mitch said, smiling at her. "It'll make it sound even more like we broke up."

"It will," Kirstie agreed. "And then let's write Scotty a love song."

"I'll handle that," Mitch told her, grabbing another cookie and biting into it.

_

The next month

"Okay," Kirstin said to the audience. "So, this next song is called Break a Little, and it's about lying to someone you dearly-" She stopped herself. Mitch looked up from the piano. 

"Kirstin, get it right," he hissed. Not into a microphone, of course. He knew better than that.

"Sorry," Kirstin said, chuckling. "I just had to hesitate a bit. I forgot my lines." She laughed again. "Let's try that again. This next song is called Break a Little, and it's about lying to someone. What are you lying about? Love. You'll see what I mean by that in a moment."

Mitch started playing the piano, and Kirstin began singing a moment later.

Sometimes I gotta learn lessons the hard way.
Sometimes I never learn nothing at all.
Some people end up immune to the heartbreak.
Something about you, it tears me apart.