Mitch PoV
I had a dream, well, more like a nightmare actually.
It was dark and rainy and I was soaking wet at my house. Noah and Cam were both at my house and I had run over when I had found out. Well, more like when all the pieces had fitted and I had realized.
"Mitch?!" Noah yelled, jumping up from the couch when he saw me.
"Hey, Mitch. I was just keeping your dear ol' friend company," Zio said. He was around seventeen here — also known as his rebellious phase which would explain the blond hair. Mitch and I were both thirteen and Cam was sixteen.
"Where's Cameron?" I asked them both, ignoring Zio's comment. He was not my priority right now.
"He went to the bathroom," Noah said, pointing upstairs.
I grabbed a baseball bag that was sitting near the door, none of us played baseball.
