Scömìche One-Shots

Gone

A/N- The song I recommend for this one-shot is Brave by Sara Bareilles!

Mitch's P.O.V
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"See ya later, Mitchbox," Scott said. "Bye Scottland, have fun at the club."

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Okay, to be honest, it gets really boring in an apartment by yourself. I decided to tell Scott that I'll meet him at the club.

Mitchie- Scott I'm going to the club. See you there

Scottie- Okay see you there

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I walked in the club, hoping to find Scott. Of course, he was on the other side of the club. After managing to get through the crowd, I saw a man dancing with Scott. He looked like he was having fun. Scott, who was still sober, didn't look pleased.

"Sorry, he's with me," I said, dragging Scott outside. "Why did you say that? We aren't dating," Scott asked. Shit, I can't tell him I love him yet.

"Uh, you just didn't look like you were having a good time with that guy. Just trying to help," I said.

Scott's P.O.V
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"You know, I can handle things on my own now! I'm not thirteen anymore!" Fuck. I shouldn't have said that. What was I thinking!? Oh, right, I wasn't thinking. Mitch looked down and then back up at me, on the verge of crying.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly.

"No, Mitch, I didn't-"

"No. It's fine, I'll leave. Maybe you can be more independent that way." He looked back to the ground again. What did I do!? Now he's gonna hate me and I'll never get the chance to tell him I love him.

I looked up and didn't see Mitch. I started crying. I saw him walking away, not looking at me. He started crossing the street and didn't see the car coming towards him. I was sprinting now.

"MITCH NO!" He stopped walking and turned to me. The car didn't stop in time. I stopped and stared at his lifeless body.

I lost him. He was gone.