scomiche one-shots

2 Years PLOT TWIST// Teaser

Nope.

No.

Nope.

No.

I kept on saying that to myself all night still counting down the hours.

4...5...6

It was 6:30 in the morning.

And I haven't even thought about going to sleep.

The only thing I have thought about?

Here are your choices:
A. Boys covered in scrambled eggs
B. Beyoncé
C. Scott
D. Scott
E. SCott
F.SCOTt
or G. SCOTT RICHARD HOYING BEING DEAD OR ALIVE

If you picked A,

you are 100% right.

I laughed to myself as I though about A but it was a sad, meaningless laugh.

No the correct answer was G.

My eyes were bloodshot red, my hair looks like a bird's nest, and I looked exactly like Scott does right now,

Dead.

7...8...9

Kirstie is picking me up at 10.

That's a long time from now.

I looked at the time on my phone,

9:55

I threw my phone across the room and it hit Wyatt in the face.

"SHIT." I screamed raspy and jumped out of bed.

I got my phone from Wyatt and saw the text.

That ONE text that haunted my every waking hour.

Kirstie McDonald's : I'm here. Lets go see Scott. ❤️❤️🙌

I let out a huge breath and locked my phone.

I deadly walked out of our apartment not even thinking to change out of Scott's Flawless flannel and his Cookie Monster pj pants.

I plopped myself down in the back seat of Kirstie's car, because Jeremy is sitting in the front and Kevin and Avi are sitting next to me, and I stared down at my lap.

"Hey Mitch." Kirstie said quietly turning her head toward me.

"Hey." I mumbled not in the mood to talk.

She rubbed her hand on my knee and started to drive.

As we pulled into the hospital parking lot I snapped my head up as I realized something.

It's been 2 years since I've seen him, and today's the day I'm finding out if he's alive or dead.

It's been 2 YEARS.

I burst out of the car in a swift motion and bounded to the hospital as fast as my little Italian legs could carry me.

I practically kicked the door down and ran toward Scott's door.

I slid to a stop in front of door Number 23.

The gang finally caught up with me and stared at the door mourningly like they're already picking what flowers to put on his grave.

The doctor opened the door for us and I dashed to the seat next to him and grabbed his hand and I would never let go of it.

"Everyone. It has finally been 2 years." The doctor started to announce.

I looked over at Scott and I really don't know why but,

I feel like these 2 years was just a reality check.

A reality check that was telling me that,

I need Scott.

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Oh lovelies, you've got a big storm coming.

;)