It didn't feel right.
Scott's chest still hurt a day after talking with Mitch, and surely having your heart torn out of your chest and stomped on doesn't hurt that long?
His entire torso was on fire, a blaze that no amount of rest or Advil could extinguish.
Mitchie<3: you alright, sis? haven't heard from you in a few hours
Scotty:): uh
Scotty:): yeah
Mitchie<3: are you lying to me?
Scotty:): uh
Scotty:): yeah
Mitchie<3: i'll be right over
Did Scott want Mitch to come over? Yes, and no.
He didn't want Mitch to see him in a heartbroken state, but he was also so numb on pain that he needed someone to calm him down.
It just hurt so bad. At this point in time, he knew it was more than the aftermath of getting 'rejected'. Was there something wrong?
No, no, he's being overdramatic.
"Scotty! I'm here, and I brought a hell of a lot of Advil and water."
Mitch's yell came from downstairs, Scott giving a low groan in reply.
Once upstairs, he wasn't too pleased with the sight.
Who would be pleased with seeing their best friend screaming in pain on the ground?
