Scomiche Will Live Forever (completed)

Emma's P.O.V (aka me :))

I was sitting on my bed refreshing Twitter to see if Mitch is gonna post anything.

He hasn't posted anything in the last 2 days. I really hope he's ok.

Then I got a Snapchat notification from Mitch.

Oh god.

I opened Snapchat and went on his story.

"I can't wait till I get home so you can," Mitch began to sing.

MITCH THERE IS WAY MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO TALK ABOUT THAN SINGING BEYONCÉ.

Then he turned the camera to someone in a wheelchair.

It was Scott.

I threw my phone across my bed and started screaming and crying.

"SCOTTS ALIVE!!" I screamed and cried into my pillow.

I called my friend Courtney and she picked up immediately.

"COURTNEY SCOTTS ALIVE." I screamed into the phone shakily.

"WHAT. HOW?!" She asked hearing her sobs.

"GO ON SNAPCHAT RIGHT NOW." I cried.

We talked for like 10 minutes and we eventually hung up.

I was shaking and sniffling on my bed.

Scott's alive.

The 2 year wait is over.

Mitch's P.O.V

I uploaded the video while Scott was sleeping on the couch.

The title was, "WELCOME BACK".

Pretty clever, I know.

I walked over to the couch to see Scott waking up.

"Hey." I said quietly.

"Hey." He said raspy.

"I uploaded the video."

"Cool. Where's my phone?"

I laughed at him and went to his room to get his phone.

I threw it to him and he opened it and scrolled through Twitter.

A smile crept on his face.

"What's that smile for, Scotty?" I asked sitting on the arm of the couch looking at his phone.

"Everyone's freaking out, I love it." He said laughing.

We scrolled through the millions of tweets from fans freaking out until it was 12:00 am.

He shut his phone off and looked up at me.

"I get to sleep in my bed." He said sitting up.

"Yep." I said popping the P.

"Ok, I'm really not in the mood to get in that very uncomfortable wheelchair, so can you just carry me?"

"Ya, but you might end up on the floor." I said laughing and picking him up off the couch.

Well, for not eating for a long time, he's light.

I placed him on his bed and I sat down next to him.

"This is surreal." Scott said shaking his head.

"Your life is finally back together again." I said smiling at him.

"Yours is, too."

"Ya, you can say that."

"Mitch?"

"Ya Scott?"

"This is your bracelet." He took the bracelet off his wrist.

I remember what I bought him before the tragedy.

I saw the box on his nightstand.

I took the bracelet and put it on my wrist and I got his and gave the box to him.

"What-" I interrupted him.

"Just open it."

He gave me a confused smile and opened the box.

There was the bracelet, with the same engraving, same color.

"Mitchell Coby Michael Grassi." He said in awe and held up the bracelet.

I put the bracelet on him and we smiled.

"I guess Scomiche really will live." Scott said staring into my eyes.

"Forever." I quoted the saying that kept me believing, staring into his piercing blue eyes.

"Ya. Scomiche will live forever."

"You know, that's the only thing I said to stay believing in you waking up."

"Huh. Full circle huh?"

I smiled and hugged him.

"Goodnight Scottland." I said in his chest.

"Night Mitchy." He said in my hair.

I walked to my room and looked back one more time.

He smiled and shut his door.

I fell back on my bed and stared at the cieling.

Scott is back. He's actually back.

It finally hit me. He's back.

"Scomiche really will live forever." I quoted Scott quietly to myslef.

I went to sleep with a smile on my face, and the feel of Scott in the house.

That hasn't been here for 2 years.

Thank god he's back, thank god.