Baggage (BasicallyIDo407)

Baggage

       "Get off my back, Marcel!" Scott yelled, stomping away from Marcel.

Marcel let out a sigh shaking his head, he knew Scotty like no one else had, he knew Scott had issues opening up especially when he was frustrated. He carried so much weight on his shoulders, between his problems and everyone else's. Marcel hated seeing him like this, but he was stuck, would confronting him make it worse or would it be that push to get him to open up? Maybe it was the push he needed, and with that Marcel trudged up the staircase to Scotts room. He knocked, hearing a faint 'what?'. "Scott, can I come in?" no response. "Scott?" nothing. "I'm coming in." Marcel opened the door and saw Scott laying on his bed back to the door, the room was dark, and smelled weirdly like pumpkin pie. "Scott, I know you probably don't want to talk about it but it's starting to worry me." Marcel knew Scotts intent wasn't to worry anyone, but that just made Marcel worry more. Marcel took a seat beside Scotty, how should he approach this? Should he be blunt, or just imply it? Maybe he should be subtle. "Scott, you know I care about you and want you to feel comfortable. But sometimes I get worried and frustrated with you because I don't know what's wrong." he pauses. "It can be irritating to both of us, and I want to do anything I can to help." At this point Scotty was crying, through gasps for air he spoke. "I'm so sorry." there was a pause. "I never meant to make you feel that way." Marcel frowned, he hated seeing him cry. "Scott." for a moment he wasn't sure of what to say, nothing he said could have helped his longtime friend. "Scott, come here." He hugged Scotty. "I never want you to feel like it's your fault, it isn't." Scotty cried into his shoulder, he felt safer there in Marcel's arms.

There was nothing more Marcel wanted than for Scotty to be happy. He liked to see his smile, Scotty's smile had a way to light up a room. Even a room as dark as the one they sat in, not an ounce of natural sunlight in the late evening. The dark filled the room, as evening came upon them. Leaving Scotty to sleep Marcel headed back downstairs, everything felt calm again. Back to normal, Marcel took this time to make a video or two. After a few hours of editing he became bored, so he sat watching TV. Scotty trudged downstairs sitting next to Marcel leaning his head on his shoulder. Best friends, that's all they are. 

For now. 

Sad that we think that life leads itself, when we in fact lead life itself. 

The world moves, not many people know if they want the world to.

But at this moment, this very moment they know it doesn't matter.

Because baggage lays on the floor. 

where it belongs.