Pentatonix (the album) One-Shots

Water

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I can't take this any longer
I need, I need you like water
It's on the tip of my tongue
I'm not asking for much
Just your love and not another
'Cause your embrace keeps me warmer
Could I tell you this time

Oh how I wish you were mine

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Scott's POV

I lay awake, staring at the dark ceiling. The moonlight peeked through my dark curtains, as they blew in the small breeze coming from the opened balcony door. I rolled over in my lonely king size bed and looked at the red digital numbers staring right back at me.

Its ten past two in the morning. How am I still awake? Scott, what is bugging you?

My mind whirled around like hornets in a hornets nest. I sighed, rolling over onto my back and stared up at the dark ceiling.

"What's really bothering me? God, I have no idea. My mind is cracked," I mumbled to myself out loud as I rolled onto my side, facing my bedroom door that was slightly ajar.

You know exactly what is bothering you, Scott. Mitch.

"Mitch." His name fell from my tongue so perfectly, my heart ached and I shivered from the cold that crawled its way underneath my heavy comforter.

Why did I get cold all of a sudden?

No matter how tightly I wrapped the comforter around me, I still couldn't get warm. I felt the cold sink into my skin, making my bones ice cold.

My eyes teared as the brunette entered my mind. I wiped my eyes with my blanket and threw it off of me whilst throwing my legs over the side of the bed. Rubbing the side of my face, I pushed myself up from the bed and walked carefully to the door. Silently opening, I emerged from my room and I stopped in the hallway. Looking over my shoulder, I stared at the closed door that was at the end of the hallway.

Turning towards the door, I took a step towards it and I stopped. Shaking my head, I turned the other way and made my way to the kitchen.

You swore to yourself that you wouldn't tell him. You wouldn't tell him that you love him. It would ruin everything.

My mouth was dry as hell, as I grabbed a glass and filled it with water. Downing it in one shot, I felt no relief. My mouth was still dry.

After ten glasses, my mouth was still dry. Weird.

I shook my head and set the empty glass down and leaned back on the counter. My mind was screaming at me to go to the bedroom door and tell him, but my legs wouldn't move. Suddenly, my ears perked as the sound of a door opening. Then a sleepy tenor padded his way into the kitchen.

"Hey Scooter." Mitch yawned, rubbing his eyes as he grabbed himself a glass and filled it with water.

I gave him a small smile, because I know if I opened my mouth I would wind up saying what is on my mind.

I love you, Mitch. Wait, no. You can't love him. He is your band mate, your best friend. It would ruin...

"Scott, hello?" I blinked as Mitch snapped his fingers in my face.