Could it be something? (Scomiche fanfic)

Lightnings

Author note: Hello guys! If there's someone reading ahah I'm sorry I haven't written in so long, I just didn't wanted this story to be obvious. So I came up with this idea. Tell me if you like it!

It's weird how things go sometimes. Months passed since I talked to Avi about how I feel about my best friend.

In the meantime I started dating this Mark guy. He's very funny but other than that there's nothing about him that really captivates me. We're still seeing each other, though.

And me and Scott are fine. But he never told me who he thought the guy at the bar was. It doesn't really matter anyway, I'm just trying to live my life without thinking about him.

I think I'm trying too hard.. ugh.

We're going on tour soon so that should be fun.

*next week*

"Hey Mitchell, do you want to hang out with us tonight?" said Esther.

"Sure, what's the plan?"

"We read about this part of the city in which strange things tend to happen. Are you in for a visit?" she smirked.

"What does 'strange' mean? Define the word please."

"Come and read this blog."

*an hour later*

"Wooo that's intense. I'm a little freaked out."

"I know, right? But come on, it'll be fun with the rest of the group!"

"Okay but are we just going to go there and walk around or what?"

"Nononono there's a kind of pub there for people that are interested."

"But that's gonna be fake for sure!"

"No, you got me wrong. They won't try and impress us, they are called The StoryTellers. Well, that's actually the name of the place."

"It's a really cool name, I have to admit."

"Is it a yes?"

"I guess."

"Yaaaaay!" and than she had a kind of victory dance, I'm not sure how she called it because I was too busy filming her.

*that night*

"Are we there yet?"

"Two minutes passed since you asked last time, Mitch!" Kevin said.

Okay, I was a tiny little bit worried.

I didn't want to be but I couldn't actually control it. I felt an arm around my shoulders and when I turned around it was .. Kirstie. Just Kirstie. God, how pathetic? Stop Mitch, stop thinking about him.

That's when I looked at my left to secretly see what he was doing and saw that he was smiling at me. Great, that's not helping my cause.

Eventually we arrived and soon we were sitted in a circular table in this very odd trattoria (local name for a rustic restaurant). The menu was pretty weird too. Why would I want rise with strawberries? But it sounded too apetizing not to try it. It also said specialità della casa, which meant that was something they could do really well (according to our translator).

After having dinned, delicious by the way, we asked the owner of the trattoria if she could tell us some stories.

She was an old little lady, so beautiful in her semplicity. She said that it was not part of her job anymore, but she was more than happy to send us her niece Sarah.

So a few minutes later, this slim brunette walked toward us and I could see the others' eyes get wide open.

She was as beautiful as her grandmother, with the only difference that she still had time in her hands.

"Hello guys, I am Sarah. My grandma told you're the interested ones. I could see it in your faces when you walked in. Not many people come here for our stories anymore, the citizen that live here already know and don't believe in them and there are only a few others that find our blog page. Guess you're one of the few!"

She was lovely, gosh. I saw Scott looking at her, too. Stop.

We introduced ourselves and than she asked "So what do you want to know? Have you read any of the stodies on the blog? They're not many, it's boring to write them down." she laughed.

"We didn't have much time, we found your page late this afternoon and we just decided to..come." Kirstie said, biting her bottom lip at the last word. She was looking at her intensively.

Wooo that was weird.

She really looked like she was about to come. Could it be...? Ahh whatever, I'll never understand her.

Sarah looked at Kirstie and she just smiled, like if that happened all the time. Then she told us she'd start from the very first story so that everything after that could make sense. That's what she did.

She told us about this group of kids that lived there when her grandparents were young too.

"They were all working to clean that part of the city up since it had always being seen as a bad neighbourhood. But they didn't wanted it to be seen like that, it was were they were raised and they actually cared, not like others. One day something odd happened. They were trying to tidy up a street when lightning irrupted from the sky, not normal ones, they were many. The guys tried to run into their house as fast as they could but one hit them all. You'd think they died right? They didn't. They gained powers. One of them was hit by a car a week after, they were about to burry the grave when he opened his eyes. The younger girl could read everybody else's thoughts, another could disappear, he was invisible. After a while they were all gone, the only thing they left was a box filled with letters."

We were all silent for a cupple of minutes.

"Where is the box now?"

"It's a secret that only a few know."

"And do you?"

She just smiled.

"How long ago did this happen?"

"Exactly 50 years ago today"

*out of the trattoria*

"Do you believe it?" I asked Scott.

"I think it's bullshit."

That's when lightning started colouring the sky.

One of them hit us.

Author's note: Can you guess in what country they are? :D
Abd yess, I took inspiration from the tv show Misfits for this. Tell me what you think!