Travis - Scömìche Fanfic

Chapter 7

Scott said his goodbyes to Alex as he left the apartment.

Once he closed the front door, he checked his watch.

5:48 pm

He then looked up and behind him to see Mitch's door.

Scott really wanted to go in there and comfort him, but all he would get in return is rejection.

And it looked like he wasn't coming out any time soon.

So, he decided to find out for himself.

Go to Travis.

"Wait, how do I get there? Where does this freak even live?"

Scott then decided to do something he never ever wanted to do.

Go through Mitch's phone.

He went from his spot to the bathroom, remembering that he set it down by the sink earlier.

Scott grabbed the phone and unlocked it, obviously knowing the passcode.

He went through the contacts to find "Travis <3."

Scott rolled his eyes and pressed his finger on the name to find his address in the bio.

"46 Coral Lane" (A/N made up address btw)

Scott exited the bathroom, grabbed paper, a pen, and wrote a letter to Mitch so he knew where he was going.

He set Mitch's phone beside the note he wrote.

He then grabbed his car keys and left, leaving his own phone behind.

Scott walked out to his car and got in, slamming his door in anger.

He started the car and with that, he was off.

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Mitch was about to go to sleep before he heard the front door close.

"Was that Scott?"

He decided to get up and check.

Mitch got up from his bed and opened his door.

"Scott?"

He stepped out of his room, looking left and right in his hallway.

"Where are you?"

Mitch started to walk around the house, wobbling a little.

He checked in the kitchen, living room, bathrooms, bedrooms, everywhere.

No Scott.

Mitch started to panic.

"Did I make him upset? Was I the reason he left? Ugh, I'm so horrible! I drew my best friend away! Such a bad friend. I'm such a f***ing bitch!"

Mitch was about to walk back to the bathroom to relieve the need of pain on his arm when he saw a paper on the coffee table.

Standing in the living room still, he picked up the note and read it.

Dear Mitch,

I'm sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to insult you in any way. I was being really rude and selfish. I just wanted to know the truth. Maybe you did just have bad luck. But I think it's more than that. So to find out for myself, I got to go away for about an hour or so. I left my phone so you won't contact me and try to bring me back. I'm also not telling you where I'm going so you don't follow me. I'm so sorry Mitchie, I really am. I'll be home soon.