I'm Not The Only One (Scomiche)

6.1: Confrontation

"I'm still waiting for an answer because I built this bed for two. I'm just hanging on your answer. I built this bed for me and you."

Life Support by Sam Smith

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I woke up the following morning with a heavy head and puffy eyes. I expected my bed to be a mess considering what I did the night before but I was surprised to see the blanket draped over me. There was a bottle of water and some painkillers on the night stand. The tub of ice cream and the bottles of liquor were gone. Scott. How can I completely hate him when he does things like this? I reached for the meds and popped two pills before downing the contents of the bottle.

I checked the time only to find out it was already noon. I rolled out of bed and silently walked out of my room, hoping to not bump into Scott. After a minute or so of wandering in the kitchen looking for food, I realized that I was alone in the apartment. They're probably together right now. Didn't he say something about Alex making plans with him? My appetite disappeared at the thought and I decided to just get another tub of ice cream. Not going to help the headache but definitely going to help my mood. I was about to head back to my room when I heard the doorbell ring. I didn't even think twice when I went ahead to answer it, a decision I instantly regretted as soon as I opened the door.

"Mitch." It was Alex.

I haven't showered - no, I haven't even washed my face or brushed my teeth, I haven't had coffee, I probably look like hell, and now I have to deal with him. I opened the door widely and gestured for Alex to come in. I went back to the kitchen and returned the ice cream. I thought about getting a bottle of vodka - I felt that I was going to need it for whatever shit Alex came over for. However my head was still pounding so i decided against it and got bottles of water instead. I made my way back to the couch and then sat a few feet away from Alex, facing him.

"Water?" I asked, offering him the bottle.

"No, thanks." His hands were clasped together and his elbows were resting on his knees.

"I got your message last night." There was no point making small talk when we both knew why he was there.

He straightened his back. "And?" he asked, hopeful.

What did he want me to say? 'Okay, you win. He's yours.'? "And what?" I opened the bottle of water and drank a third of its contents just to avoid the conversation for a few seconds.

Alex sighed heavily. "Mitch... I love Scott very much."

He already said that in his message. "I love him, too."

"I need him." He said with much desperation that  a part of me went out to him because I knew exactly how he felt.

"He told me he was going to leave you." It was a conversation Scott should have been having with him. But if Scott couldn't do it, I was going to do it for him.

I saw him flinch, saw the pained expression on his face as my words registered. "No..." he whispered.

"I'm sorry." I was truly sorry that he felt that way but not sorry for loving Scott.

He put his head in his hands and was quiet for a few moments. I grew increasingly uncomfortable with each passing second as the air in the room thickened with tension.

"I'm going to fight for him, Mitch." He said softly, still not looking at me.

When he said in his message that he was going to do everything, I didn't quite believe him. "Why?" I genuinely wanted to know because if our roles were reversed, I probably would have left Scott already.