I'm only Human (Scomiche Fanfic Completed/Rewrite)

Mitch Part 15

Months After Scott's Awakening, The proposal, and the meet up.. everything changed.

Scott held my hand hand tightly as i tucked him into bed tightly. He was admitted to bed rest for a couple of weeks, and i couldn't bunbard him with a bunch of questions and words all at once. It would be too confusing him. I then turned on 7/11 softly on my phone, plugging it to my IHome.

"Yasss." He says weakly.

"I know right."

I then went out the room and closed the door behind me going into the kitchen with Avi.

"Why are you in my kitchen?" I ask.

"Becuase I'm hungry."

"Just because you're hungry doesn't mean that you have to be in the kitchen!"

Avi slowly ate a strawberry as I twitched my eye in pure digust. "You know those are Scott's."

"So. They are strawberries. You can buy them at a farmers market anytime."

"BUT THEY WERE DIPPED IN WINE, AND ARE ROLLED IN A GRANOLA PARFAIT TWICE." I whine.

"Mitch, did you spend more than a couple hundred dollars on these things?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, well... can you like, give me more becuase I ate them all and this is the last one." He continued.

"Fine." I grabbed a hundred dollar bill out of my pocket. "Don't waste it on something you would regret!"

"Yeah, Yeah." He went out the door with his deep voice echoed off the walls.

I slumped on the couch in boredom. Nothing could cure my boredom except looking at Scott while he was asleep.. But that would be creepy. Right? Not unless you know, you're engaged and you deeply love that person. No. It's not creepy at all.

Sooner or later Kirstie came by with a bag full of fried chicken. "Fresh from the market."

"By market you mean KFC?" I dug through the bag.

"KFC sounds so unhealthy. I like to think of my food being fresh."

"Nothing is fresh about dripping grease and a load of calories." Eating our chicken together, we talked about Scott, and our future with the group.

"Mitch, do you think he ever will remember us? I mean, we have a concert in a couple of days... He hasn't even spoken to me, Kevin, nor Avi. Do you think we will-" I stopped her before she could say something else, throwing a glass of chocolate milk on her plate.

"Really, Mitch." She put the plate in the trashcan. "You owe me thirty bucks."

"I don't owe you chiz." I waved. "And stpo thinking about the group. Scott will get better. I just don't know when.

Honestly, I didn't know when he would ever get better.