Author's Note: I think I'm on chapter 13 of writing this story and I might scrap my last two chapters and try again because... Jesus.
Chapter 8: Fourteen Months
They had all tried to continue as though that night had never happened.
The tweets and comments didn't help. The anniversary seemed to spark a resurgence of sorts.
#HappyOneYear since Scott destroyed the only thing that made me happy!
#HappyOneYear Anniversary to the group I hoped would continue to make me content on their own but only left me with crappy sporadic instagram posts and TikToks.
#HappyOneYear since we were told we no longer had to pretend to care about @ScottHoying. What a glorious year it has been!
Mitch sighed, closing his laptop and physically restraining himself from replying with scathing words.
But suddenly, his fingers were moving out of his own control, as he opened his laptop again, and clicked on the last comment. He was particularly angry at this superfan of his, as he had seen them target Scott more often than the rest, and the fact that she was using his last name as a pun while doing so made his skin crawl.
@MitchGrassi: @GrassiAsssilol, #HappyOneYear that I've been biting my tongue against your hateful words. That's my best friend. Either leave him alone or kindly change your handle to something that doesn't associate you with myself. Thanks.
He watched as hundreds of likes flooded in within the next few minutes and breathed a sigh of relief.
His phone buzzed.
Scott Hoying: Thanks Mitchy
Mitch's heart sank. Did answering this girl bring the horrible comment to Scott's attention? Mitch wasn't sure what the right move was, anymore.
Mitch Grassi: I love you
It was true. Scott meant so much to the tenor, Mitch often felt lost when the blond wasn't around.
Scott Hoying: I know :)
Mitch laughed, thankful for the small joke that, a little over a year ago, wouldn't have meant much.
Scott Hoying: I love you too
And suddenly Mitch was filled with an overwhelming frustration. If Scott loved him, why didn't he want to try again?
Mitch Grassi: Wanna come over?
He knew that he was pressing his luck as he watched the ellipses in the bottom corner, waiting for Scott's reply.
Scott Hoying: Raincheck? Down in the valley with a friend today.
Mitch tried to shake off the feeling of disappointment. He felt guilty for questioning whether that excuse was even true.
Mitch Grassi: Of course. Any time.
Scott Hoying: Sounds good
Mitch knew that there would be no raincheck.
Kirstin watched as her phone nearly vibrated itself off of the coffee table, one week later.
"Hey, Matt."
"Hey... hear me out, okay?"
"I love when conversations start this way. It isn't ominous at all."
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