(A/N, this song makes me freaking cry every single frickin time! 😭😍 Enjoy the oneshot, even if it's trashy)         

       "Scott?"
"Yeah, Mitch?" Scott answered, sitting up, looking away from his phone.
"We'll always be here for each other, right?" Mitch asked.
"Of course we will, till death do us part." Scott replied, cuddling up next to his friend.
"We're best friends, not a married couple!" Mitch laughed.
"Well it's true! When have we stopped being friends?"
Mitch began counting on his fingers, Scott shoving him.
"I'm just messing, calm down, blondie." He laughed.
         That had been two years ago, now, they were dating.
"Babe!" Scott called. "Kirstie wants us to come over."
"Oh my gosh, is she okay?" Mitch asked.
"Yeah, yeah, she just wants us to come over and hang, do you want to?" Scott said.
"Um, sure! I've got nothing to wear though."
Scott rolled his eyes. "You have clothes, I promise you that."
"No I don't!" Mitch whined, giving his boyfriend puppy dog eyes.
Scott smiled. "Okay, I'll help you."
      "How about the jeans and black sweater." Scott said.
"What'll you be wearing?" Mitch asked.
"A Lady Gaga tour shirt and jeans."
Mitch nodded, smiling. "Okay, lemme put that on."
   A few minutes later, they were almost ready to go.
"Hold up!" Scott exclaimed. "Kirstie just texted, she wants us to grab some chips at the store."
"Okay, sure, let's go." Mitch said, grabbing Scott's hand.
       They went to the store, picking out what they needed.
"Babe, should we get alcohol?" Scott asked.
Mitch shrugged. "If you want to, I think Kirst won't mind."
Scott grinned, grabbing two wine bottles. "This'll be a fun party!"
Mitch grinned. "Yeah it will!"
   They quickly checked out, and got back in the car.
"What do you wanna listen to?" Mitch asked.
"1989 again." Scott replied.
"Okay! Cool with me!" Mitch said, grabbing the Taylor Swift CD.
  They began blasting their music, both knowing every single word to every song on the album.
"You've got that James Dean daydream look in your eye!" Mitch sang, pointing at his boyfriend. "And I've got that red lip, classic thing that you like!"
"And when we go crashing down we come back every time, we never go out of style, we never go out of style."
"You've got that long hair, slick back white T-shirt." Scott sang, leaning his head against Mitch's shoulder. "And I've got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt. And when we go crashing down, we come back every time, we never go out of style, we never go out of style!"
   Mitch laughed, as Scott danced in his seat. "Babe, pay attention to the road!"
"I am, Mitchy, calm down." Scott said. "We're at a red light!"
Mitch smiled, looking over at his boyfriend. "I'm glad you're my baby."
Scott gave a half smile. "That's random, but I feel the same."
Mitch shrugged, looking at his lap. "I know, I just felt like saying it."
Scott held his boyfriend's hand. "I love you so much."
"I-" Mitch began, right before there was a squeal of tires. "SCOTT!"
              Mitch woke up in the ER. "Baby!" He screamed.
"Mr. Grassi, you need to calm down a little." A nurse said.
"No! I need my boyfriend!" Mitch cried. "Where is he? Is he okay?"
"Well, your car is pretty banged up." The nurse said. "So is your boyfriend, he got most of the impact from the other truck."
"Truck!?" Mitch exclaimed. "Is he alive?"
"Barley. I'm sorry, I'm gonna get the doctor." The nurse said, walking out of the room.
Mitch burst into tears. The car ride felt like ages ago even though it had been less than twenty minutes ago.
The doctor walked in. "Mr. Grassi, I have news on your, um, boyfriend."
Mitch looked up, wiping his eyes. "What is it?"
"He's lost a lot of blood, a broken ankle, and his kidney on his left side is damaged."
Mitch took a few breaths, trying to not have a panic attack. "Is he gonna be okay?"
"If he doesn't get a kidney donor in the next two hours than no. Right now he only has a forty-eight percent chance of being alright. I'm sorry."
"Can I see him?" Mitch asked.
"Sure, if he's up." The doctor replied.
   Mitch looked at his boyfriend. "Oh my gosh, baby!"
Scott opened his eyes, which looked like one of the most painful tasks in the world. "Hi, Mitchy!"
Mitch kissed his boyfriend, but got a moan from Scott. "Did I hurt you?"
"Only a little." Scott said, but Mitch knew he was lying.
"Scotty, you're gonna be okay." Mitch said, saying it more for himself than his boyfriend.
Scott smiled. "Gimme your hand."
Mitch held Scott's hand as gently as possible, knowing that it hurt him.
"If I'm not gonna be okay, than-"
"No! You're gonna be okay!" Mitch sobbed. "Please don't leave me, baby."
"I'm not gonna leave you! I made that promise years back." Scott said. "Look, if I'm not gonna be okay, I need you to be, promise?"
Mitch nodded. "I'll try."
       The doctor took Mitch aside. "Mr. Grassi, you seem to be a match for your boyfriend, and we did tests, and if you choose to, you can be a donor for Mr. Hoying."
Mitch nodded. "Fine by me."
            A while later, Kirstie came to the hospital, and got the whole story.
"How are they?" She asked for the hundredth time.
"They're fine." The nurse said, then became panicked. "Wait, something's not right, wait here!"
Kirstie sat up. "Which one!? What happened!?"
A different nurse ran over. "Mitch's heart just stopped."
"Well restart it!" Kirstie shouted. "I'm sorry, I didnt mean to yell!"
The nurse ran back in, leaving Kirstie alone.
            Scott woke up, looking around. "Where's Mitchy?"
Kirstie hugged her friend. "He's in the other room, he's okay!"
Scott sighed. "Good!"
"Yeah, he did amazing."
"What?" Scott asked.
"He gave you his kidney, man, he almost died in surgery!" Kirstie blurted out.
"Almost died!" Scott exclaimed. "I need my boyfriend now."
  Mitch got to see Scott. "I'm so glad you're fine!" He exclaimed.
"Why didn't you tell me you were gonna go into surgery!" Scott asked. "Kirstie said you almost died!"
Mitch rolled his eyes. "My heart stopped one or two times, I'm here ain't I?"
Scott smiled, kissing his boyfriend. "We kept our promises."
"I love you, baby." Mitch said. "I'll never stop saying I love you, I promise."