Falling - A Pentatonix Story

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Creds to the ever amazing @TNM123 and @dwts_ballerina for the ideas because this chapter would've sucked without them.

"I don't wanna get up," Avi whines, trying to pull me closer to him.

"That's too bad," I mutter from my book.

"What are you reading?"

"A book."

"What?"

"Let me finish this damn chapter!" I snap, pulling my head away from the book.

"Damn," Avi laughs, getting out of bed.

After finishing the chapter, I contentedly put in the bookmark and set it in my bag.

"Snappy, huh?" Avi asks, pulling me in for a hug.

"It was a good book," I laugh, snuggling in closer to him.

"Better than me?"

"It was more important than the title of the book."

"Fair enough," he giggles and kisses me on the head.

"Now, we should probably get ready."

"Right. Tour bus day."

"With a show at the tail end of the day."

"We drive all day, shove our stuff in a hotel, then head to the arena?"

"Correct."

"I should start listening to Esther."

"You really should. Or consult Scott."

"Same thing."

After we pull on sweats, we quickly pack the remainder of things that aren't packed.

Of everything.

We really suck at packing when we're supposed to.

"Uh, here's your bra," Avi states, hurdling a black object at me.

"And your shirt, I suppose, considering I don't own any dragon pajamas."

"Shut up," he chuckles.

"You love me."

"That I do."

"Do we have everything?" I ask after five minutes of running around the hotel room.

"Hairbrushes and toothbrushes!" Avi yells from the bathroom, throwing more things at me. "Now I think that's all."

"Wait, aren't you wearing your shoes?" I ask.

"I am."

"Heads up," I respond, throwing two pairs of tennis shoes. Which, I might say, he expertly catches.

"We literally have five minutes to spare. We're great on this packing game."

"I could've read my book for five minutes!"

"Let's go, I'm sure the tour bus is waiting for us."

Scott's POV

"Fuck you," Mitch mutters to me as I accidentally bump into him.

To my bewilderment, he's furious with me, and I've no idea what I've done.

I literally can't think of anything.

He won't even talk to me!

"I didn't do anything!"

"Yeah, sure."

I swear he's man-strating.

In an awkward silence, Mitch leaves the hotel room without bothering to wait for me to get packed.