Reconnection ~ (Scömìche)

The Park

A/N: i'm sO sorry it's been about one hundred years since I last updated this. i didn't forget you i promise! i rlly hope you like this chapter! ;) 

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SCOTT:

Adrenaline pumped through my veins as my fingers flew over the piano. I'd never had this much ammunition to write a song before. And surprise, surprise, Mitch was all I could think about. Three a.m came and went, but my brain couldn't shut down and my pen couldn't stop scrawling on the scrap of notebook paper I'd found. After my busy week I was sure that I was in dire need of a good rest tonight, but I feared that if I retired to bed, all the thoughts and ideas I had now would just have disappeared into thin air by the time I awoke. Besides, I was in the swing of it now; nothing could make me stop. And this stuff was gold. I was finally letting out all the emotion I'd been bottling up over the past few days in order to stay professional in front of the interviewers, and it felt great.

After what felt like merely minutes, I noticed the beginnings of sunrise. The days were getting colder in LA by now, and there was faint condensation spotted along the window frame thanks to the fresh morning air. I yawned and stretched my now aching arms up above my head, leaning back in my office chair and finally allowing my eyes to slip shut. The winter rays beat against my face as the sun gently rose before me.

I let my pen fall onto the table and relaxed against my chair. The song was finished.

And I finally fell asleep.

MITCH:

I heard a voice calling my name and I immediately snapped back to attention. The stack of music books lay untouched in front of me and the shelves were still bare. The shop had been having a rearrange recently and my job over the past few days had been to unstack and restack the assortment of CDs, books and other shelve-able trinkets onto the brand new units that had come in - a tedious job if there ever was one. I didn't mind it too much, though. It was miles better than working the tills or taking out the trash, and besides, it gave me time to think. Or overthink, as Candice had put it.

Albeit, I had been doing a little too much of this overthinking, and had been completely drawn into my own little world; forgetting the task I'd been sent to do altogether, when I turned to see a colleague of mine standing right beside me, a puzzled expression on his face.

"You alright?" The man, whose name I couldn't quite remember, asked me, and I hastily picked up a handful of the music books, beginning to shove them onto the shelves haphazardly. "You've been working on this for quite a while now."

"Yeah," I said, trying not to catch his eye. "Just got a bit distracted is all. I'm nearly done." I lied.

The colleague looked from me to the box of books dubiously but shrugged anyway, taking out his phone as it vibrated in his pocket.

"Well, okay," he sighed. "I'm going to head off now. Good luck with the.. stacking. You have a key to lock up, right?"

I looked up at the large clock on the wall, surprised to find that it was, in fact, almost quarter to seven. My shift had ended fifteen minutes ago, and I looked about me to see that there was no sign of a customer anywhere. Even my boss had departed off home. My daydreaming had left me completely unawares to anything that had been going on over the past few hours, which worried me more than I cared to admit.