My head shot up when I heard the bathroom doors open and I scrambled to my feet, getting ready to deny whatever the person thought they had seen when Scott walked in and stopped dead in his tracks. He was clearly surprised to see me here, and especially in this state.

He took one good look at the tear tracks down my face and my disheveled appearance and walked closer towards me, not stopping even when I flinched lightly because of how close he was. I looked up at him and he stopped walking.

"Oh, Mitch," he sighed and wrapped his arms around me. I started to cry again, although my breathing stayed a lot calmer than it had before. "Mitchy, it's okay," he mumbled into my hair as he rocked me back and forth.

His arms were warm around me and it surprised me at how different it felt to be held by someone so big rather than a random hug from Kirstie or my mom. It felt… nice. It was really comforting and in just a few minutes I had calmed down a significant bit, only crying a little, although the occasional sniffle from me was heard.

"Are you alright?" Scott asked me gently, arms still wrapped around me. His voice was slightly muffled due to the fact that he was resting his mouth on the top of my head. I was surprised at the sudden show of affection, to be honest.

I had never really been one of the touchy feely types of people, mostly due to the fact that I never had that many friends. Kirstie and I were touchy feely to some extent, but not really as much as a lot of people guessed that we were. We just happened to be really comfortable around each other.

I mumbled a small yeah into his shirt but didn't let go of him yet. My arms were wrapped around him because of the way he had grabbed me and it wasn't likely that I was going to unwrap them any time soon. Or at least not until he let go of me first.

He was rocking me gently back and forth for the next few minutes, clearly realizing that I needed some sort of support. He looked down at me for moment and finally let go.

"Do you want to go to seventh period in twenty minutes or do you want to go home?" He asked gently, not taking his eyes off of me.

"I'll probably go home," I mumbled, realizing that there was not a good chance of me being able to go back to class after that. I would probably just go sleep for several hours since it was Friday and I could worry about all my homework on another day.

He wiped my face with a damp paper towel before grabbing my bag as well as his and leading me out the door.

"Come on," he said, staying as close as he possibly could to me without both of us tripping down the hallway.

"Scott, I can walk myself home. You don't have to-"

He cut me off. "Come on." He was clearly determined to make sure that I got home safely, whether or not I wanted his help.

I followed him out the side exit of the school And we walked a few blocks to the street. The air around us was quiet, but not necessarily uncomfortable. But you could tell he wanted to know more of the facts.

I took a deep breath before saying anything. "It was a panic attack." He looked over at me and nodded, gesturing for me to go one without saying anything.

"I have an anxiety disorder and whenever things get to be too much and I don't have a tranquilizer or even a sedative…" I trailed off. "Well, you saw what happened."

By the time that I had finished my short explanation that left out pretty big holes we were at my door. He took one look at me and stepped closer again, wrapping his arms back around me.

"Is your mom home and is she going to freak out that you're back before school is out?" Scott asked, still checking on my well being.

I laughed weakly. "She's a nurse and she got a double shift today. She won't be back until like four in the morning."

Scott looked at me, gnawing on his lip, and I could tell he wanted to ask me something but was scared to ask in case it upset me.

"I'm not that fragile, Scott. You can ask me whatever it is you're planning on asking me and reconsidering if you want to."He looked at me with surprise, clearly not expecting me to guess what he was thinking.

"Can I come back over later? I know you probably just want to sleep for a little bit but like later to make sure everything is-"

"Scott," I laughed. He looked at his feet, unsure of what I meant. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it for comfort, hoping it made him feel better.

"Of course."

I grinned as I walked down the street, away from Mitch's house and towards my own. I was really worried about Mitch earlier but he seemed to be better than earlier, so I wasn't too terribly concerned. I knew that he was just tired and wanted some time right now too, so I didn't push anything.

I walked into the house and looked around, surprised when I didn't hear anybody in the house. When you have five people living in a household it's a pretty rare occurrence to come home to an empty house.

I looked down at my phone when I got a text notification. Perfect timing. It was a short text from Lauren, one of mys sisters.

"I know you're prob still in class but dad's working late and we're at store txt you when we leave"

I smiled at the short message from my sister, amused at how well she knew that I would have worried about them had I gotten home and found the house empty. My sisters and I were never extremely close, as they were twins and had their own friends since they were three years older than me, but they still knew me surprisingly well for how different we were.

I looked at the time, sighing when I realized that it was only 1:30. I wasn't going to be able to go to Mitch's until at least seven probably. I smiled to myself, happy about the fact that I would get to see him more, even if it was on such bad circumstances.

Oh well. It was still time with the small boy who had made such a larger impression on his life in the past two weeks since he had started his new school. He was amazing and not to mention absolutely adorable-

Ugh. He internally groaned, shaking his head. He shouldn't be thinking like this, even if it was completely true.

But what if it could work? What if we could be a thing? Scott quickly scolded himself. I'm being ridiculous. He sighed. Mitch is straight anyway.

Oh my God! A double update? Am I even me anymore?! Hope you like the new chapters ^.^