SUP3RFRUIT Imagines

Goodbye.

A/N: idea creds to allymism  u rock.

Also they r just friends in this for the sake of the plot thnx.

*Mitch's POV*

September 3rd, 2015.

It's a day I never really thought would come.

I never imagined my life without him.

No, I'm not talking about some boy that I met at a bar.

I'm talking about my best friend.

The person I've known nearly all my life.

The person I could trust with my secrets.

The person who dried my tears when I cried.

I put the last photograph of us in my suitcase.

I try to zip it all up but then realize that all of my clothes won't fit.

I groan and sit atop of the suitcase while at the same time trying not to bust the zipper.

I hear a chuckle from the doorway.

"Need help?"

I nod and stand up.

Scott comes over and tries to zip it up.

"Geez, Mitch, what do you have in here?"

"Just all of my clothes. I have like three suitcases."

"Okay, I have an idea. Why don't I sit on it and you zip it up?" He says and gets on top of my suitcase.

"Oh, yeah, because your ideas definitely always work." I say and try to pull the zipper.

"Wait, maybe I should lay on it." He says and changes positions.

I tug at the zipper and it moves across the suitcase.

As I zip it up Scott falls over onto the floor, causing me to fall over with him.

I'm about to say something mean, but instead I just start laughing hysterically.

We lay on the floor and laugh for about five minutes.

I wipe the tears from my eyes and sit up.

"Is it time?" I ask.

"I guess so." Scott says solemnly.

I start to grab my bags and Scott stops me.

"I'll get them. Make sure you have everything."

"Thanks." I say and Scott shuts the door.

I take one last look around my room.

I wish I didn't have to leave, but this is what I want.

I always knew that Pentatonix wouldn't last forever.

I knew that Kevin would go back to school.

I knew that Kirstie would pursue theatre and Avi would go on to be a choir director.

And Scott?

I don't really know.

I'm going back to school eventually.

I know I'm going to miss all of this.

The money, the fame, the free clothes, the Starbucks dates, touring (I am going to cry).

It's what we need, though.

A break.

Maybe it will be forever, maybe not.

I take one last look around and grab my bags.

"Goodbye, Superfruit. Goodbye, apartment." I whisper and walk out the front door, leaving my house key on the counter.

I walk out to the car and put my stuff in the trunk.

"Ready, Mitch?" Scott asks.

I nod and sit in the passenger seat.

Scott starts up the car and Beyonce blasts from the radio.

I smile at the memories of having wine and cheese nights while listening to Queen Bey.

"Druuuunk iN LOOOOVE!" Scott yells at the top of his lungs.

The song goes off and another song comes on.

I hear the first word and immediately recognize it.

Scott's face goes blank as we silently listen to the words.

"I'll run,

I'll run,

I'll run,

Run to you."

Tears threaten to fill my eyes as I hear our voices blasting out the bridge.

I listen to our beautiful harmonies and appreciate every vocal part like I never have before.

The song goes off and the car is dead silent.

The next song is even worse.

My mind flashes back to our chorus concert.

The performance that started it all.

Our first and last song together.

The car ride is dead silent until we get to the airport.

We unload my things and find the right terminal.

"Looks like my flight is on time." I say, my voice cracking at the end.

Scott looks into my eyes.

"Mitch, don't..."

Tears start to spill down his face.

"I'll be back, Scott. This is good for me. When I'm done with school, I will come back for you, I promise."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

He wraps his arms around my neck and buries his head into my shoulder.

We sob in each other's arms until I hear my flight number being called.

"That's me!" I say and grab my bags.

Scott grabs my hands and says the most important thing he's ever told me.

"You're my best friend."