The Story Of Us

Avi and Kevin

I spent the next few days in my room, buried in my laptop. I had looked up beat boxers more times than I could count on six hands. No one was right. They were all just that bit wrong. If we were going to do anything we had to have a bass as well.

That was when Ben suggested I email his friend. His name was Avi Kaplan and he lived in California. He was in his high school and college accapella groups. Ben said he was amazing and had the deepest voice ever. Not literally, but it seemed like it.

I emailed him, attaching the video of Mitch, Kirstie and I in high school and got a reply within two days.

"Mitchell, I have found us a bass." I said as soon as he answered his cell phone.

"Really? I thought you had given up." He giggled on the other end of the line. I could almost see him covering his face with his hand. Mitch hated his laugh, especially when he giggled. But I loved it. It was the sweetest thing ever.

"Yeah. He said that he had seen the video a couple weeks ago and had mentally said that he would love to sing with us. He said it was pure coincidence that I had emailed him. His name is Avi Kaplan. He lives in Southern California. The only problem is that he said he can only meet us the day before the audition. Oh and I still haven't found a beat boxer." I finished taking a deep breath to fill my lungs with air. I was talking way too fast.

"I may be able to help you on that one. Go to YouTube and type in Kevin Olusola. It's the video with the guy with a cello. He is amazing!"

I clicked on the first video that came up and I started to listen to this guy beat boxing. He was amazing. Unlike anything I had ever heard in my life.

"Wow!" I exclaimed to Mitch.

"I know right? Scroll down to the description. His Facebook is in there and you can contact him." Mitch suggested.

I clicked onto the link and began to type a message. A silence fell over the two of us. I could hear Mitch's soft breathing on the other side of the line. I had a sudden urge to cuddle him.

"Mitchy, come cuddle me!" I said breaking the silence.

"I can't Scott." He whispered.

"Why? I'll come to your house!" I pouted.

"I'm not home." Mitch's voice lowered in volume again. I heard water running and then what sounded like a hand dryer.

"Mitch are you in a bathroom?" I asked laughing.

"I'm on a date, Scott." He hissed into the phone. I felt my heart drop and my eyes prickle. The contents of my stomach suddenly seemed too much and my head began to spin.

"A date? With you?" I asked my voice changing to a higher pitch.

"A guy called Travis. We've been seeing each other for a while now. I didn't tell you because I didn't know how serious it was. I still don't. I really like him though." Mitch said, I could hear the smile in his voice. I sighed lightly and pinched the bridge of my nose. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and act like I was actually happy for him. Don't get me wrong, I was happy for Mitch. It was just.... There was something not quite right.

"That's great Mitch. I'm sorry for disturbing. Get back to your date." I stated. I hung up before he could answer and before I burst into tears.

I fell onto my bed, my head in my hands. I shook my head as I felt the dampness from my eyes hit my fingers. "Get yourself together, Scott." I whispered rubbing my eyes.

I stood up and ran my hands through my hair, looking into the mirror on my wall. My eyes were red and my face pale. I looked more ghost than human. I felt like screaming. But that would surely make one of my parents come running.

*Ding* my Facebook sounded and I looked down at the screen. My face and emotions immediately lightening when I read what it said.

'Hi, Scott. Yes I would love to try out for the Sing Off with you guys. I won't be able to get to California until the day before the auditions though. I hope that is ok. It will be great to meet you. Kevin.'

I internally squealed, jumping up and down on the ground. It was a coincidence that neither Avi nor Kevin could be there until the day before. I picked up my cell to ring Mitch but stopped when I realised where he was. My mood dropped again and I stamped my foot on the ground.

"Scott, are you okay?" My dad poked his head round the door. He was the only one who knew how I truly felt about Mitch. He guessed. Was it that obvious?

"I'm fine, dad." I looked down at the ground, hiding my face. I heard him step forward into my room. He lifted my head with his hand and frowned. My lip began to quiver and I burst into tears.

I felt his arms move around me. I relaxed into my dads embrace, letting out little sobs. "Scotty, what's up?" He asked moving so that we were sat down on my bed. He held me tightly though, not letting go.

"M-mitch is out on a date." I stuttered. It sounded stupid but it really did hurt. He was the first guy I had ever kissed and ever since then I had been in love with him.

"Oh Scott." He sighed.

"I shouldn't be crying. It's stupid." I wiped my eyes on the sleeve of my sweater.

"It's not stupid. You love him. You can't help that." He said plainly pushing my hair back from my face.

"I don't love him!" I screamed throwing a pillow onto the ground in anger. "I mean I do love him but I shouldn't love him!" I exclaimed.

"I know it's confusing..."

"It's not confusing.... It's painful! I think so much about him. It makes me so unhappy to think he may never love me back." I interrupted hitting my legs.

"Well then we don't talk or think about it. What else is new in the world of Scott?" My dad asked. I laughed at him trying to change the subject. He always did that when he didn't know what to say. I wiped the tears from my face and took a deep breath.

"I found two people to audition for The Sing Off with us. They said yes!" I said smiling at him.

"See that is good. Don't let your thoughts make you unhappy. Even if the person making those thoughts is the one person that makes you happiest." My dad said pulling me into his arms again.

"Thanks dad. Next stop The Sing Off," I said as he left the room.

He was right. I shouldn't dwell on thoughts that make me unhappy or scared. I am the master of my own thoughts. I should be able to control what I think. And loving Mitch is not going to stop me from doing what I want in life!

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Kind of filler.... Kind of not...... Haha. Hope you enjoyed!
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