More than friends

An unfortunate visitor

A/N: hope you guys like my story so far. These make me so hopeful :)

Scott's POV:

I woke up with a smile on my face. Last night was magical. It was my first time, but with Mitch I felt at home. He brought so much love and passion out of me and made me feel incredible. I knew from the moment I kissed him that he was meant for me.

I walked into the kitchen where Mitch was cooking my favorite, pancakes. I smiled with ecstasy. He knew me so well. My stomach tightened and throbbed, but I shook it off thinking I was just hungry.

"Hey there, sleepy pants." He joked and sat me down at the table. He brought over the plate of pancakes and kissed me gently on the forehead. My heart fluttered.

"Hi, Mitch!" I said, way too excitedly. His eyes grew wide. "A little fiesty today, huh?" Mitch giggled.

"Last night was incredible." I retaliated, still filled with happiness.

"I know," he said, smiling. "You are incredible."

He kissed me and before letting me finish my breakfast, sat on my lap. "Woah there, tiger. I'm still tired from last night." We laughed and he started cleaning up the dishes.

I felt even more sick as the day progressed, so Mitch went to rehearsals without me. He left me some movies and Advil as I lay sprawled on the couch, groaning. After hours of watching Disney movies and Spongebob, I heard a knock on the front door. Expecting it to be Mitch, forgetting his keys like always, I hopped off the couch despite the pain. I opened the door smiling, but it vanished when I looked into the eyes of the person in the doorway.

Alex.

He followed me to the couch and sat extremely close. "Listen, we need to talk." He said.

"We have nothing to talk about." I said defensively, not wanting to harm my "relationship" with Mitch (even though it wasn't yet official).

"Yeah, we do." He replied. "I need answers."

I answered honestly to all his questions until he started asking about Mitch. "Is he here?" He asked.

"No." I replied with caution, noting the look of lust and jealousy in his eyes. Even when we were dating, he couldn't hide his envy whenever I would play around with Mitch.

"Perfect." He smiled, inching closer so his leg was practically in my lap. He hugged me and before I could push him away, the front door opened.

And in the doorway with sad, wide eyes, was Mitch.

Mitch's POV:

I came home to Scott's ex boyfriend, Alex, sitting with his arms wrapped tightly around him. My eyes adjusted as I thought intensely about what was going on.

Alex shot up off the couch and grabbed his coat, exiting through the front door without saying a word.

"Mitch..." Scott said, grabbing my arm like he used to.

"What the hell..." I felt my blood boiling but couldn't wrap my head around the situation. I snapped, suddenly which freaked him out. "You make love to me, making me feel loved and special, then I come home to this like that whole night was nothing to you...HOW COULD YOU?!" I screamed, immediately regretting it after I saw tears build in his eyes. I still loved him but couldn't imagine why he would cheat. "I thought you loved me." I whispered.

His eyes teared up. "Mitch...I love you with all my heart. You're misunderstanding, please believe me. He came and tried to get me back, I don't love him anymore. Please believe me..." He repeated. I was completely lost.

"I-I need time to think." I exclaimed, locking my bedroom door behind me. I heard Scott enter his room as well, listening to his muffled sobs haunting me through the walls.

I sat in agony as I listened to his cries.

Maybe I overreacted. Maybe he's being honest. Of course he was, who was I kidding. I needed to apologize and comfort him.

I tip-toed to his room where he was sprawled out on the bed, head in the pillow, crying his eyes out. I sat and put my arm on his back, rubbing lightly. "I believe you..." I whispered.

He looked up at me intensely. "I would never leave you. I love you, Mitch Grassi. I love you to the moon and back." His words lingered in the air as I kissed him passionately. We kissed for ages and fell asleep in each other's arms, exactly how it should be.