Double for all y'all to welcome you to this book! On with Cadillac

"I'll be there in a minute!" I walk out of the Starbucks and walk through the parking lot, seeing a really nice car.

It's a black 1959 Cadillac Coupe Deville all polished down. The rims are a shiny silver and the leather seats solid white.

"Like my ride?" I jump and turn around to see a guy in a black leather jacket and combat boots. His yellow and black polka dot shirt go with his black skinny jeans and his hair is a little messy but adorable.

"Yeah. Sorry I was just viewing."

"No worries. It's quite alright."

"COME ON YOU IDIOT!!" I heard Avi yell.

"Hey Avi!" The guy yells to my bearded friend.

"Hey man!" Avi waves before jogging to his rusty old pickup.

"I have to go. I guess I'll see you around town." I walk away from the guy, sashaying my hips as I walk. I hoo in the passanger's seat of Avi's truck and he tries to start it up.

Keyword: tries.

"God damn it!" I yell after Avi trying for ten minutes. I get out and slam the door shut, walking away with my messanger bag.

"Where are you going!?" The bass yelled.

"That thing isn't gonna start! I'm gone!" I walk out of the parking lot, noticing the guy from earlier left.

Home: only two hours away by foot in the traffic filled city

*

A car slows down behind me, car horn beeping madly. I turn around to see Avi laughing madly while driving away from me. I feel my face get red but continue to venture my way down the road.

"Need a lift?" I look to my left to see the same guy from earlier smirking, Cadillac revving. (Those make some badass song lyrics)

"We just met. Nooooo thank you." I continue to walk but I see my ex walking up to me, evil smile plastered on his face. I jump into the guy's car and buckle up.

"Step on it."

"But you just-"

"DRIVE PLEASE!!"

"OKAY DAMN CHILL!!" He hits the gas and we go seventy miles per hour immediately, sending me flying back into my seat.

"Who was that?" The Cadillac owner asked after about five minutes.

"My ex. Not something I wanna talk about." He nods and turns on the radio, Single Ladies blaring from the speakers.

"Oh my god Bey is queen!" The guy smiles widely at me and we scream Beyoncé lyrics for the next half hour until we hit a stop light, then he asks me for my address.

*

My phone blares Prince Ali, my ringtone for Avi

Avi Mitch

What the hell did you wake me up for?
Auditions are in ten minutes! Where are you!?
SHIT!!!!!

I hang up my phone and throw it on my bed before grabbing my outfit and tossing it on then my wallet and keys, not bothering with makeup. I bolt out the door and make it to the studio within the ten minutes.

"I'M HERE!" I yell as I fall out of my seat while trying to slide into it.

"Wow that was fast." Avi says. I nod and we all sit in our chairs, the first person walking up to the small stage.

*

"Alright I'm going home." I slam my hands on the table, walking away from the group.

"Mitch where are you going!?" Kirstie yells.

"Home. We've been here three hours no food, coffee, and I am so stressed out I don't have time for this." I walk to the door but get yanked back.

"Avi let go of-" I get spun around and see the Cadillac man from a month ago.

"Hey. Where you going?"

"Home. You?"

"Auditioning for your band." He holds up one of our posters and grabs my wrist once more. The blonde sets me in my chair and walks to the stage.

"Name part and song please." Kevin speaks boldly.

"Scott Hoying, Baritone and This Is Gospel by Panic At The Disco." He winks at me and smiles wide.

He remembers my love for Brendon Urie

He stands up straight and I play the music to the piano version, and Scott begins to sing.

And holy fuck is he good.

This is gospel for the fallen ones
Locked away in permanent slumber
Assembling their philosiphies
From pieces of broken memories
Oh woah oooh oh oh
Oh woah oooh oh oh
The gnashing teeth
And criminal tongue
Conspire against the odds
But they haven't seen the best of us yet
If you love me let me go
If you love ne let me go
'Cause these words are knives
And often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
Truth be told I never was yours
The fear, the fear of falling apart
The fear of falling apart
This is gospel for the vagabonds
Never do wells and
The insufferable bastards
Confessing their apostasies
Led away by imperfect imposters
Oh woah oooh oh oh
Oh woah oooh oh oh
Don't try and sleep through
The end of the world
And bury me alive
'Cayse I won't give up without a fight
If you love me let me go
If you love me let me go
'Cause these words are knives
And often leave scars
The fear of fallig apart
Truth be told I never was yours
The fear, the fear of falking apart
The fear of fallig apart
The fear of falling apart
The fear of falling apart
The fear of falling apart

Kirstie and I immediately stand up and clap, Kevin and Avi joining not even a second later. Scott smiles widely and Kevin stops us.

"I think I speak for all of us when I say you're in Scott." We all nod and the blonde runs to me, hugging me tightly.

"Thank god." I laugh and hug him back, smiling into his chest.

"Let's go to lunch to celebrate. My treat." Avi says. The other four of us agree and take Kevin's SUV to a small diner.

*

"Wanna play truth or dare?" Kirsie asks. Everyone nods before looking at me.\

"I'll cut on this one. But I can be the ref." (go ahead, sing it) I see a guy heading towards our table and he rests his hand on my arm.

What the..?

"Can I talk to you Mitch?" I look at the guy's face and see my abusive ex, Keenan.

"Uh... Sure.." I sacredly stand up and follow Keenan out the door of the diner, fearing my life.

And god damn was that fear correct.

He immediately knees me in the stomach and I double over in pain.

"Keenan what the-"

"You little... You! You left me! This is what you get!" He continues to beat me, my blood splattering onto the concrete.

"Time for you to get what you truly deserve now. " Keenan pulls out a pocket knife and just as someone walks out of the diner everything grows dark and silent.

Scott

I see the guy pull out a pocket knife and immediately book it. I tackle him and the  pocket knife flies into the street.

"Leave my Mitchie alone!"

Mitch

My consciousness comes back on a very small string a moment later.

"Leave my Mitche alone!"

Scott?

Darkness.

Scott

The cops take the guy away and I pick Mitch up, bolting to my apartment.

*

I lay the tenor down on my bed, grabbing a washcloth to clean his cuts.

Bruises and scratches litter his small frame, tear stains marking his cheeks.

"Poor Mitchie..." I carefully dab at the dried blood, not caring that it's all over my shirt.

"Ow." Mitch opens his ees and hisses at the water.

"Mitch!" I gently grab his shoulders and kiss the boy, him kissing back immediately.

And to think....

It all started with a Cadillac.