take a good hard look ⚣ // scomiche

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A/N: hello, this story will have weekly weekend updates for the month of June 2020.

Enjoy!

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Triggers-

Homophobia
Mild swearing
Anxiety

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Mitch POV

4 years. Recently, we marked the day as 4 years since Scott just... Vanished. Not a single clue pointed to where he was- I woke up on a rainy Saturday morning to call him, to see how he was feeling... Well, his mom picked ul the phone.

"Mitchell, is Scott at your house?" She had asked in a rushed tone. I could hear her tapping on something, as if she was anxious.

"Nope," I sighed, "we kinda got into a fight."

I heard heavy breathing after that. A few whispers in the background.

Two days later I spoke to them again- this time, it was in a police office.

But here we were now- our clothes soaked with rain, our feet dangling off the edge of the school bleachers. Just like when they announced that he was gone, the entire crowd was miraculously silent. People sniffed in the cold, grey atmosphere. Our old principal walks up smiling, only to be over shown by the character to his left.

It was him.

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BEFORE:

"I swear I haven't been here in at least 2 years," Kirstie said, looking around my room. I was almost ready to move out- Senior year was over, and everyone else had seemingly moved on over night.

"I mean.... That makes sense," I shrugged. She looked confused for a moment, before her face turned a flustered pink.

"Oh," she exclaimed, "Yeah. Yeah, that's true." Her smile fades into an uncomfortable, heartsick look. Everything felt eerily offbeat, as if simply referencing what happened made the world stop.

It made sense, however. Things were different. Less happy. Less relaxed. Less-

"Mitchell," my mom pops in. She's leaning on the doorway of my room, holding a phone inwards to her chest. "The Hoyings found a few things of yours at... At their house."

"Tell them to burn it."

"They found your friendship bracelets," she said, her voice slightly quieter. Kirstie was now sitting next to me on the bed, her face still ans haunted.

"I'd go get it, but I have work to do. And the Hoying family is moving..." God, did she have to remind me? The fact Scott's house would soon be completely void of his existence sat awfully in the pit of my stomach. Like whatever percentage of his soul that stayed, was going to be ripped away from... well, all of us.

"You can drive over there. now or never," she said in an orderly tone, almost a bit irritated.

The town seemed ghastly- like everything was empty, and dim. The world seemed to shut down after he dissapeared.

I tried desperately not to think of the "what-ifs;" what if he's dead, what if he's suffering, what if he hates me. What if-

"Be strong," Kirstie told me, climbing into the drivers seat of her car. I sat next to her, and she used it as an opportunity to plop her purse on my lap.

"I probably have gum," she said in a monotone voice, using a single finger to point at the bag. I simply shrugged, too busy wallowing in my own emotions.

I needed to get a grip. The truth was, Scott might never return.

The car came to a sudden hault. Kirstie sighed, and plastered on a smile.