I took a deep breath, smiling as I looked over at Scott. He squeezed my hand as we walked out of the terminal, smiling. "Feels good to be back," he commented.

"It does," I agreed, before laughing. "Now we have to go Christmas shopping."

He chuckled, stating, "First I am sleeping."

I laughed, letting go of his hand to wrap an arm around his waist, his arm sliding around me as well. "Mitch!"

I turned, frowning my eyebrows as I looked through the crowd moving through LAX. I gasped as I saw Kevin pushing through the people, letting go of my boyfriend to rush to him.

He ran straight into me, giggling as he wrapped his arms around me tightly. "Oh god, girl! I missed you!!"

"I missed you too!" I replied, laughing. Pulling away just enough to look at him, I said, "You didn't have to come pick me up."

Kevin shrugged. "I couldn't wait. I was too excited."

I laughed, looking back to Scott, who was standing where I had let go of him, a soft smile on his face. "Come here," I said, holding out my hand.

He chuckled, moving towards us, taking it. "You must be Kevin," he said, looking at my best friend and roommate. "Mitch has told me a lot about you."

"Oh god, how much?" Kevin asked, making Scott and I laugh. "I haven't gotten to the embarrassing stuff yet," I said.

He let out a sigh of relief, making me laugh. "Good. I will say, it's an honor to meet a celebrity," Kevin said, looking at Scott.

He scoffed. "I'm barely a star," he contradicted.

"Oh be quiet," I replied instantly, looking up at him.

"Not yet," Kevin stated, smirking. "I'm psychic, you know."

Scott slowly furrowed his eyebrows. "Psychic?"

I rolled my eyes. "He thinks he is."

"No, I am!" He cried. "My grandmother was, and she says I have the gift. I did predict Mitchie would be working with make up one day."

"That wasn't a prediction!" I replied, looking at him. "You're the one who said I should get a degree in make up too, because I loved it!"

Kevin sighed, shaking his head. "No, it's because I had a dream the night before about you working with make up. Years in the future."

"Wow, way to drop a bomb on me," I stated, pouting.

"Well, he was right," Scott spoke, making me look up at him. "If you didn't have a degree in make up, you might not have worked on set, and we probably wouldn't have met."

My eyes widened, and I looked back at Kevin, which made him laugh. "We are talking more about this later," I stated, pointing at him.

"Well, it's an honor to finally meet you, Scott," Kevin said, smiling at him. "Mitch has told me a lot about you."

Scott chuckled, glancing at me. "Now I'm the one who's worried."

"Oh don't be," Kevin replied, shrugging. "He has nothing bad to say about you at all."

I blushed almost instantly, slapping Kevin's shoulder. "Shut up."

Scott chuckled, squeezing my hand. "Well, I'm sure we can talk more on the drive back," he said, saving me. "We should get our luggage."

"Of course," Kevin said, turning and leading the three of us to the luggage claim. "And Scott, don't you dare think for a moment that you're taking a taxi home! You are riding with Mitch and I!"

I bit my lip, looking up at Scott. "I'm sorry ahead of time for his driving."

Scott laughed and Kevin cried out, "Hey!"

-/::\-

I took a deep breath, looking at Kevin as he drove home. "God, it feels so good to be back," I muttered.

"It feels good to have you back!" Kevin cried, beaming. "I missed our girls nights."

"Our girls nights in with pizza and netflix, or our girls nights like tonight?"
We were both driving back home from a night out. Our normal nights out didn't include clubs or bars at all, neither of us liked that scene or needed to find guys. I had Scott and Kevin had his boyfriend Todrick, which he had found right after I had left for filming.

No, our girls nights out consisted of dinner, a movie, shopping, coffee, or any combination thereof. Tonight had been dinner, at the newest place Kevin loved, which had popped up while I had been gone. It was a great burger place, and I knew I would miss it when I went back to Vancouver.

But the night had really been about catching up. Yes, we talked often and emailed often, but it was so much better in person, seeing the emotions on each other's faces. Kevin told me all about Todrick, his job promotion, his parents, everything.

Kevin came from a fairly well off family, actually. They owned a large company, and had a lot of money to their name, but they had worked hard to it. And while Kevin got a small allowance every month, he worked hard, and wasn't aiming to just get by until he inherited the company. He was building his own life. He even technically could afford the apartment we shared by himself, but we both were so close that he wanted to be my roommate, he wanted to split it with me. That was what I liked so much about him- Kevin worked hard, enjoyed working, and was one of the best friends I could ever ask for.

Kevin had also insisted during our dinner though, that I tell him everything. Everything about work, everything about Scott. It was embarrassing at first, but he was extremely supportive, and loved hearing everything I would tell him.

Kevin laughed. "Oh honey, both." I laughed, too, sighing as he pulled into the parking spot in front of our apartment. "God, it's gonna be hard to leave again," I muttered.

"No, we are not talking about this now!" Kevin cried, pointing at me as he frowned. "No! We are having fun until the moment you leave!"

I laughed, smiling softly. "You're right."

Stepping out of the car together, we both smiled, intertwining our arms together as we made our way up the sidewalk into the complex.

"So, netflix or dvd?" Kevin asked. "Ooohhh, dvd," I replied. "I've missed our movie collection." We had both agreed going back home after dinner was better than the actual theaters.

Kevin laughed, smirking. "Using Netflix too much?"

"The opposite," I replied, bumping my hip against his. "I actually forgot our netflix password."

Kevin burst into laughter, but stopped as we both faced our apartment door, which was open. I let go of Kevin as I stepped towards it, seeing the wood broken around the handle and lock, just barely hanging on the hinges.

"Oh god," Kevin muttered.

"Get your phone ready," I whispered, staring at the door, a pit growing in my stomach.

I could hear him dig through his pockets, before whispering, "Got it."

Trying to swallow the lump in my throat, I stepped towards our apartment, slowly walking inside. I could hear Kevin follow me, but stop when he saw my frozen figure. I felt sick as I ran my eyes over the completely trashed apartment. All the furniture was either torn or broken, even both. The picture frames were shattered against the floor, pages ripped out of books, and dvds smashed against the floor.

Carefully moving farther into the apartment, I could feel tears well in my eyes as I saw the kitchen was a disaster: cupboards without doors, shattered plates and cups, broken bowls, the list went on.

"Oh god," Kevin muttered, before I heard his phone beep. "Yes, Hi, um...my roommate and I just got home and...our apartment was broken into."

I slowly moved down the hall, barely registering everything that was trashed. Just by the look of the living room and kitchen, the person that had done this hadn't left anything untouched.

"No, they're gone," I heard Kevin reply. "I just..."

"Nothing's untouched," I called from the doorway to Kevin's room. His bed was overturned, most of his clothes torn if not shredded. God, after the shock Kevin was going to throw a fit.

My roommate relayed the information, then giving the 911 operator our address.

I tuned him out though as I moved to my room, seeing it in worse shape than Kevin's if it was possible. But the shredded clothes, or the broken jewelry, or the broken dresser didn't catch my attention.

No, my eyes were drawn to the spray paint plastered over my room, on top of the mess.

Over the walls, the ripped posters and broken pictures was the sentence,

"You shouldn't have ran!!"

with the paint still dripping down the walls.

I bit my lip to stop form sobbing the tears flowing down my cheek as I realized what had happened.

Turning though, I saw that the words on the walls wasn't the only thing written. Painted on my bed was the sentence:

"YOU ARE MINE!"

Taking a step out of the room, I sobbed, feeling the fear triple inside of me. Because right under the second sentence was a large red R.

With a heart around it.

-/::\-

Scott took a deep breath, turning off the tv as he stood from his couch. Stretching, he smiled, muttering, "It's good to be home."

As he padded to his room though, his phone rang. Frowning his eyebrows, he looked to see that Mitch was calling him.

"Huh, he had girl's night with Kevin today," he muttered, before answering it. "Hello?"

"Scooter," Mitch's voice rang over the line, followed by a sniff.

Instantly, Scott could hear it, by the sniff, by the break in his voice, by the softness of his voice: Mitch was crying.

"Mitch? What's wrong? Are you okay?" he asked, feeling the panic rise in him.
"No, I'm...I'm not okay," he sobbed. Scott swore as Mitch did so, his heart broke. "God, Scott."

"Mitch, what's going on?" he asked, swearing he could hear police sirens from Mitch's line.

"Can you please come? I...I need you."
Without a second thought, Scott was grabbing his coat, sliding on his shoes, shoving his wallet into his pocket and grabbing his keys. "Mitch, I am on my way right now, okay? I will be there before you know it. I promise."

"Thank you," he whispered.

"Do you want to stay on the line?" he asked, rushing down to the parking garage.

"No...Kevin's here...And you..drive safe?"

"Always," he replied. "I will be there soon."

Mitch ended the call then, as Scott launched himself into his car. The drive was a blur, Scott just feeling the need to get to Mitch rise in him. He needed him. He was crying, and needed him.

That was all he could think of.

Less than ten minutes later, he was pulling into Mitch's apartment complex, his nerves on edge. From blocks away the flashing police sirens were visible, making him even more nervous. Police plus Mitch's tears didn't mean anything good. At all.

Pulling in, he could see three police cars gathered, along with other police vans. But he was too anxious to see what they were for, or to think about anything other than Mitch. "Oh god," He whispered, parking the car and running out of it. "Mitch?" he yelled, the pit in his stomach growing.

Pushing through the crowd gathered, Scott locked eyes with Mitch, feeling a small piece of relief fill him. The Police officers let him through, Mitch moved towards him slowly.

Scott wrapped his arms around Mitch as soon as he was close enough, holding him tightly against himself.

Mitch instantly broke down, sobbing into his jacket. "Scott," he whispered, barely getting his name out.

"Shhhh," he whispered, burying his nose into his hair. "I'm right here."