Mitch's POV:

"Mitch?" I heard Scott's voice through the phone. "So you are alive." I replied. "I know, I know. I shouldn't have ignored you." He said. "No, you shouldn't have. You made me worried sick, Scott." I said. "I know. Can we not talk about it?" He asked me. I sighed. "Fine. But this isn't over yet. You know we'll have to talk about everything eventually." I said. "What about now?" He suggested, surprising me. "Okay, let's talk now." I said. He sighed, before speaking again. "I meant it." He said. "I know you did. That's what scares me." I replied. "Why does it scare you?" He asked me. "Because what if you can't get over it? What'll we do then?" I asked him. After a long silence, I heard something that sounded like he was crying. "Scott?" I asked. "I'm sorry, Mitch." He said. "What do you mean, 'you're sorry'?" I asked, starting to get nervous. "I can't do this, Mitch. I can't just push my feelings away like that. I can't..." He trailed off. "I'm sorry." He said before hanging up the phone. "Oh my god." I whispered. Then I broke down. Again.

*Flashback*

"Scott! What are you doing?" I asked. Well, more like breathed out as I tried to stop laughing. "I'm dancing!" He said. "You look like you're drunk... or high... maybe both." I replied. "Ok, that's it!" He yelled, before jumping on me and starting to tickle me. "Scott! Stop!" I yelled. "What's the magic word?" He yelled back. "Stop or I'll punch your face!" I yelled in reply. He laughed, before stopping and standing. "Well fine, than." He said, pretending to be mad. His eyes suddenly lit up. "Let's go to the mall!" He suggested excitedly. "Sure." I replied. We ran down the stairs, racing to the car. Scott got there first. "Haha, I win!" He yelled. "Yeah, yeah. Shut up and get in the car." I replied, jogging to the passenger's side.

We belter out Beyoncé lyrics as Scott drove to the mall. When we got there, Scott immediately ran into the first store he saw, and ran straight to the sunglasses. "I NEED SUNGLASSES." He said. "I was blinded like 3 times on the way here." He followed. "Really?" I asked, pulling a random pair off of the rack and putting them on. "How do I look?" I asked, posing. "Amazing." He said dramatically. He pulled off a pair, before looking in the mirror and posing multiple times. "What are you doing?" I asked, giggling. "Trying to be cool." He replied.

*End Of Flashback*

"If only we could still be cool."