SUP3RFRUIT Imagines

Love Again.

A/N: this is part 2 to the previous imagine !!!!

Love u all a lot !!!!

Scott

"Are you sure you wanna do this?"

I nod.

"Are you gonna talk?"

I shrug.

"Want to go alone?"

I nod and get out of the car.

"Be safe. Love you."

I put on a small smile before turning to walk inside.

I've never been to a jail before.

It looked like a prison.

Wait, lol.

I walk to the reception desk.

"Uh, I'm here to see Mitch Grassi." I say.

"I'll call him for you." The lady says lethargically.

She dials a number on her phone and says a few words to the person on the other end.

"He'll be out in a minute. You can wait over there." She says pointing to an area with tables and chairs.

I sit at a small table and bounce my knees nervously.

A door opens and I shoot my head in its direction.

A small, skinny boy with dark hair is led through the door.

Is that really him?

He comes to my table and sits down.

I take note of the security guard a table over and the handcuffs.

I swallow. "Hi."

He looks down.

"I... We've missed you."

He nods.

"I know you can talk more than that." I say, getting a lump in my throat.

He forces a smile. "Yeah."

His broken voice sends a bullet through my chest.

We sit in silence for a minute.

"I'm sorry." He whispers.

I clench my jaw. "Okay."

"How's the band?" He says, trying to lighten things up.

"Okay. We got a new tenor..."

"Oh."

I hear the hurt in his voice. 

"His name is-"

"I don't care." He says plainly.

I can't help but laugh. "You haven't changed."