There Scott Hoying went again, sobbing by the stairs.

There Mitch Grassi went again, shooting the boy glares.

He didn't understand what was wrong with him, he just broke his phone.

What he didn't understand was Scott was now all alone.

Maybe he should talk to him, make him smile?

They've never talked before, but he needed new friends once in a while.

If only Mickey was there to just make him smile.

Maybe he'd be able to stay calm for a while.