This One-Shot was written for PTXFanficAwards' Contest #PTXFanficAwards January 2017 edition

Songs I mostly listened to while writing this- 'Bad 4 Us' by Sup3rfruit,

'Where Are Ü Now' by Pentatonix,

'Coldest Winter' by Pentatonix,

'Demons' by Imagine Dragons,

'If I Ever Fall In Love' by Pentatonix ft. Jason Derulo, and

'Water' by Pentatonix.

Hope you enjoy the read!

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I have such a good feeling about this. I hope it goes the way I want it to. Ugh, this hasn't even started yet and here I am, already overthinking it! Get it together, Mitchell!

Two knocks on the door pull me out of my dilemma. I am doing this. Taking in a deep breath, I reply in a composed voice, "Come in!"

A tall blond guy with blue eyes I could drown in waltzes in with a smile plastered on his face.

"Mitch, this is so exciting! Are you, I mean, am I, wait are we-"

"Geez, relax Scotch," I chuckle.

"But Mitch, it's the day!"

"Yes, I know, and I'm excited too, but we've got to talk about something," I mutter. I hate that I'm spoiling his happy mood.

Scott's face takes on a cautious expression. Had he spoken, he would have said, "Uh oh."

"You know, maybe it's time we released some of those songs we worked on on Sup3rfruit," I say.

A look of utter disbelief inundates his face. His face turns that adorable shade of baby pink that it turns into whenever he's excited.

"Ohmygosh, Mitchie, are you serious? Would that even work? Like, that'd be very different and-"

"Haven't we already done that multiple times earlier? It's pretty simple..." I trail off.

"I'm ready if you are, boy!"

Okay, he's excited!

I open my mouth to speak when my phone rings, cutting me off. I look at the face and name on the caller ID.

"Kirstin's going to kill us if we're late again, run like the wind!" I yell and run out of my room till Scott's car while he chuckles and locks up the house.

On the way, we pause when I remind Scott we have to pick up a couple of bouquets of flowers for the occasion. We're heading to our bandmate Kirstin and her fiancé Jeremy's engagement party.

He stays in the car while I go into the florist's boutique and pick out a few bouquets. While I wait for them to be packed up, I wander through the aisles and aisles of flowers until a certain one catches my eye.

Red, blood red roses fade in front of the baby pink blossom of one tulip that is just a little blossomed. While the bottom third of the bud resembles a vase, the tips extend outwards, much like graceful dancers with their arms outstretched in sync.

The beautiful bud also holds appeal for me for its complexion reminds me of the adorable baby pink colour I hope Scott's face will light up with when I give him it. I also buy it as I pick up the other flowers I'd already asked to have packed.

I return back to the car, the tulip carefully nestled inside my coat jacket. I'll have to wait for the time to arrive, and I hope it'll be soon. He smiles when I enter and carefully place the bouquets in the backseat of the car.

We reach the venue and I'm immediately impressed by the taste of the person who decorated the place. There's no denying, however, that the tasteful themes and beautifully designed decorations pale in comparison to the pure joy radiating from Kirstin.

After wishing them and taking a couple of photos, I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. After ensuring no one else is present in the bathroom, I stand in front of the mirror and rehearse what I would say when I would give him the tulip and ask him to marry me.

I guess we do have a tumultuous relationship and a lot of people keep telling us we'd be better off not being in this relationship but I couldn't care less if us being together is bad for us, if this love is bad for us, as long as we remain who we are.

It's not like I haven't given it any thought, I have been thinking it over. I really don't want another heartbreak. Really, it's just a huge headache to have to let go of all your feelings for someone just because they cheated on you or said something you didn't like.

I don't care if we aren't the best for each other but I just want another good night full of mistakes because we'll never be perfect. And if that night were to continue for a lifetime, it would certainly be a sweet life.

I'm so lost in my thoughts that I don't even notice a guy come by my side and inspect the flower so it's only natural that I get startled when he asks me who the lucky girl is.

"Guy," I correct him.

"Wow, you have a boyfriend too? That's so cool!" he exclaims, his brown eyes lighting up and his blonde hair bobbing up and down with his head movements.

I give him a faint smile, to which he reminds me to brighten up because 'there's no way he can resist that flower'.

He introduces himself as Alex and says we can converse later before he leaves. Taking a couple of deep breaths, I gingerly step out of the bathroom, my eyes seeking that familiar upright blonde mop. When I can't find him, I go to Kirstin's side but he's not there either.

Now growing worried, I search almost the entire place but can't find him anywhere. I take out my phone to call him only to discover that there's no signal here. I throw my phone in anger, only for it to be caught by Kevin who gives it to me and pats my back.

"Mitchie, what's wrong?" he asks me in a low but concern-filled voice.

"He's - he's not here!" I stutter.

A knowing look flashes across his features as he hugs me and tells me he'll be back soon and he'll keep an eye out to see if he can find Scott.

I flip my phone from side to side continually, annoyed and upset, and keep doing so until someone clears their throat. I look up to see that the idiot is standing there with a half-grin as if he just returned from a goddamn walk in the park.

"Where in this universe were you?" I demand of him.

"Um..." he doesn't really respond, shifting his weight from one leg to another and his eyes rest on his sparkling shoes.

"Scott, I bought something for you," I say and hand him the tulip which still looks as fresh as it did when I first saw it. He eyes it, his eyes giving away his fascination with the beauty of nature resting in his hand.

'Mitch, it's beautiful, but it's still less beautiful than you. Thank you so much!" he bends the stem so he can fit the flower in his coat chestpocket and places it with care.

But something is off. His face is nowhere near as pink as it. Unable to control myself anymore, I blurt out, "Do you love me, Scott?"

"Always and forever yes, Mitchy!" he squeals.

"I mean, romantically," I say in a flat tone, trying hard to keep down the lump forming quickly in my throat.

"Mitch, I- I don't think we are in love that way with each other, the both of us,"

"Then why can't I take you off my mind? It's probably wrong but it feels so right because we are meant to be. Who cares if it's bad for us or dangerous?" I burst out.

"Mitch, I-" Scott is cut off by someone yelling his name whilst nearing us. I soon find out it's Alex, and he talks to Scott like they are twins. However, Alex notices the tulip in Scott's coat pocket and stares at me wide-eyed.

"Mitch, I want to introduce you to my boyfriend, Alex."

I never thought a single sentence could bring my world crashing down like that. I dreamt and dreamt of him and worked so hard so he's happy and content and now I find out he has a boyfriend.

"Also, Mitch, I wouldn't accept you as a boyfriend even if Alex wasn't here," he tells me when it's clear that all three of us understand what happened.

I can't believe I yearned after that unreachable star only to find out that I couldn't even reach its vicinity.

(Note- Could contain trigger ahead for suicide, sorrow, so skip ahead if you feel uncomfortable with it)

Before I know it, I'm running out of there like my life depends on it and somehow wind up on the terrace. I reach the end and find myself unable to stop, peeking down, the height making my head spin.

And my body break, because I'm off the terrace. A sickeningly crunchy sound follows as I land on the ground, my body feeling like it's on fire.

Many people rush out of the building and come closer. Someone breaks through the crowd and drops to the ground by my side.

"Mitch, no! C'mon, you can make it through this! Please!" he pleads.

I find myself paralyzed physically as I can't move my limbs at all but I can understand what he says. The pleading look on his face makes me wish I could respond but I can't move an inch.

"I wouldn't date you because I couldn't bear to not have you as my best friend, Mitch. I couldn't lose you," he whispers, his voice thick with the tears he's fighting.

My breath shallows out until I can barely take in everything around me no matter how much I try to fight it. I look at his face one last time before everything fades to black.

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(3rd person POV)

"Scott! Scott!"

Several paparazzi swarmed around him, yelling to get his attention but his entire focus lay elsewhere. His best friend of so many years had just been declared dead. And worse, he felt he was the reason it happened. He was nothing but a shadow now, a shadow that had boasted of all the happiness in the world but had shrunk much like a raisin in a hypertonic solution.

Several security guys push back the photographers to let the tall blond move ahead, Avi and Kevin tailing him with their heads bent low. They had never thought Mitch would be the one to die first. Heck, Avi had always claimed he'd be the one. Mitch was supposed to be the last but one person to die, to be bested by only Kevin.

But now their entire careers and lives lay in shambles because of one impulsive rash decision that would certainly affect the entire group for all of the remainder of their existences. One of them lay dead in a hospital, one hadn't spoken a single word since the first one's death, another stayed in her room and wept her eyes out and the other two were way too shocked to even react.

Avi's thoughts kept returning to the brunette boy whom he'd met only five years ago when they'd formed the group. His angelic voice never ever failed to amaze him. Everytime anyone asked the group who the best singer in the group was, they'd all point to Mitch in a heartbeat.

He had an amazing personality and was a great friend to all of his friends. Avi had even developed a crush on him at one point of time but had grown out of it when he realized Mitch was much better off being his friend, and he'd grown to respect that and their friendship.

Avi began to harbour some hate for the baritone when he'd found out he was the last one who'd spoken to the countertenor before he'd taken the leap. Kevin had managed to soothe Avi into realizing that Scott was not the entire reason Mitch had decided it would be better to die but he still ached to hear that angelic voice even if just once more.

Kevin was, to say the very least, shocked by the happenings. He thought he just couldn't find it in himself to comprehend what could cause someone to take such a decision but then he remembered the time when he himself was pretty close to the fate. He even felt guilty for not recognizing the feelings the boy held bottled up when he last spoke to him.

Kirstin did not know what to think of the situation. She had thought everything would be good from that day. She would be engaged to the love of her life, and they were in a pretty good place with their career. Everyone had seemed quite happy, Mitch seemingly the most. Now everything was in shards.

Jeremy flickered rapidly between sorrow and anger. He hated watching the utter sorrow that occupied the entire beings of his fiancée and her bandmates. He had grown to become close to all of them and did miss Mitch, the sass queen, but he hated seeing Scott like his soul had been plucked away from him, Avi like he would do anything to get away, and Kevin like he was living his worst nightmare.

Most of all, he hated the way Kirstin had crumbled the second Mitch was confirmed to be dead. She had held her hopes high, hoping he would make it, but all of her walls shattered at that moment and she dropped down, the broken razor-sharp pieces cutting into her again and again. He hadn't visited her because he just couldn't bear to watch her like that, and he hated that Mitch's decision made him, not only a bad fiancée, but also a terrible human.

Pentaholics everywhere couldn't believe their eyes and ears. Mitch had been their beloved sass queen and they couldn't believe the 'smol bean with an angel's voice' was gone just like that. It pained them even more to watch the latest reports where they saw Scott, Avi and Kevin looking so sad and empty.

They couldn't believe they were never going to hear him perform live, just like the studio version, ever again. He would never hit those insane high notes in front of their very eyes and he'd never post a picture of himself or of Wyatt in those cute and adorable poses again.

Many of them had shipped Mitch with Scott, or with Avi. Earlier, they had wished with all their heart one of their ships were proven to be true but now they prayed with all they had that none of them were so that their favourites wouldn't experience any more pain than they were already surely going through.

They cried their eyes out when Scott released all the songs he and Mitch had recorded on Sup3rfruit. It would be the last songs they'd ever hear new from him now that he was gone for good.

Had he been able to see all that the incident had caused, Mitch would have surely rewound and changed his decision had he had the chance.

For they all ached from the rejection they had faced from each other and themselves, and his soul had been rejected by his body.

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Word count- 2500 words (excluding author's note)

Be sure to let me know what you think of this! It's quite sad and I might have (certainly did) cried when I wrote this...

Anyways, thank you for reading!

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