The Internship

Chapter Twenty-Four

I didn't know what to do. Of course I wanted to kiss him, I'd dreamed about it all last night. But it still somehow felt wrong, like we needed to work out our problems before anything else. But with his soft lips providing a cushion against mine, I gave in.

I kissed back and could feel him smiling briefly against my lips. It felt good to have him here again, this close.

Then just like that it was over. He jumped up and began backing away.

"I--uh," he said while bumping into the wall.

He turned around and began running down the hallway.

"Mitch!" I called. "Mitch!"

I ran my hands through my hair. My hangover had become considerably worse.

I walked back to Kirstie's office and flopped down on her couch.

"Where are the papers?" She asked.

"I kissed Mitch."

"Wha--now?!"

"Well actually he kissed me."

"Are you guys okay now? I mean--wow! Scott this great why aren't you bouncing off the walls?"

"He ran off. I think he regrets it." I could feel my eyes filling with tears and became angry, I hated myself for being so weak and crying over everything.

"He doesn't regret it, sweetheart. Listen to me." I looked up and met Kirstie's kind eyes. "I think I have my song and I can ask him to come help me. Do you want to talk to him then?" I nodded weakly. I felt like a little kid. "You both just need to slow down and breathe."

"What I honestly need right now is a distraction. Everything reminds me of him and it hurts."

"It's okay. Let's go down to the studio so that I can get some practices in."

I nodded yet again and followed her down the hallway and towards the elevator.

"So what song are you doing?" I asked.

"Life Support by Sam Smith."

I knew that Sam Smith was amazing, I was borderline obsessed with him, but for some reason I'd never heard of this song.

We walked into the studio and Kirstie went into the booth. She gave me a smile and two thumbs up before slipping on the headphones. I sat down and let the professionals do their jobs as they prepared everything. Kirstie read over the lyrics and I could see her practicing them in her head. I finally felt like I had space to breathe. I wanted to be dependent on Mitch, but the truth was that I didn't need him. I'd have to be complete without him.

But then he walked in with Ryan, laughing at something he said. He shut his eyes slightly and clapped his hands as his dimples and smile shone on his face. I suddenly forgot everything I had thought before. I did need him.

I realized that I'd been staring and turned my attention back to Kirstie.

Mitch came and sat next to me and I felt my heartbeat quicken. My hands began to shake and I put them on the sides of my legs.

"How far along is this song?" Mitch asked.

"Not far, this is my first session," Kirstie answered.

"We need a song for the ball in Canada this weekend. Could it be ready by then?"

"Maybe...yeah, it'll be ready."

"That's the answer I love," Mitch said while leaning back in his chair and putting his hands behind his head.