More than friends

Arlington

A/N: sorry the last chapter was so short. I'm trying to make them longer but I'm stuck on ideas! Help:))

Mitch's POV (as always):

The airport was crowded and stuffy, so I stayed glued to Scotts side until we arrived at our gate. We sat giggling, waiting for us to be called to board. Scott placed a small peck on my cheek after I said something witty, as I heard the familiar sound of an iPhone camera clicking. I looked around frantically only to find a teenage girl and her friend or sister discretely trying to hide their phone. I giggled however I was afraid inside. If that picture got out, everyone would know Scömìche was official, I was wasn't sure Scott was 100% okay with that. He didn't seem to mind as the girls asked to take a picture with us and exchanged a few questions. Finally, our plane was ready to board and we sat, Scott taking the window seat, of course, a perfect view for snapchats.

After we were high in the sky and a flight attendant brought us drinks, I tapped Scotts shoulder, waking him from a light nap.

"Do your parents know about us, Scott?" I asked, since we were spending the majority of our trip at Scotts parents house. The look on his face was as if he had just realized something he should have remembered before.

"Shit, Mitch. No. But do we really want them to know?" He asked, seriously. "I mean, I want to tell them, but do we want word out?"

"Scott, you don't think you can trust your parents?" I asked, knowing this was more than just getting word out.

"You're right. Let's just see if they figure it out first." Scott suggested, making fun of what seemed like a big issue to Mitch, but he let it slide to avoid pissing him off.

We were about to land, so Scott sent his mom a quick text to find out where to meet.

I held tight to Scotts hand as we landed, and we unloaded our carry-ons and departed the plane. Finding our luggage, Scott answered a call from his dad and we met outside the terminal.

"Hey Scottie!" His dad called, his same blue eyes lighting up when he saw his son for the first time in months. They embraced in a hug, Mr. Hoying moving on to hug me afterwards.

"Hey dad! I missed you," Scott said, hugging him again.

The car ride home was long, Mr. Hoying trying to make small talk as we drove down the highway. He asked about music, relationships (HA) and the upcoming tour but all I could focus on was the delicious smell of Connie's lasagna radiating off of Mr. Hoying's clothes. As kids, Scott would always invite me over and we'd watch movies all night while feasting on this heavenly stuff.

"Connie made her famous lasagna, boys." Mr. Hoying announced, as if we couldn't tell by the aroma filling the car.

Scott cheered and soon we were pulling up to Scotts parents house, right down memory lane. I remember everything clear as day. High school, the first time Scott invited me over, my developing crush on him, coming out as gay to him in that very bedroom, butterflies drowning me as we cuddled on the basement couch watching old movies that cold January night. It all comes back to me when I step into that house.

To my surprise, my parents are there too, holding plates of lasagna and glasses of wine.
When they see the door open, they set down everything and run over, unsuccessfully dodging couch cushions and coffee tables. We hug and catch up for a few moments, then take our seats at the dinner table. "Just in time." Mike says.

I sat close to Scott during dinner, constantly laughing at his jokes (maybe too hard) and touching him a lot (maybe too much) that our parents keep looking at us with curious eyes.

After an hour of eating and small talk, Connie asks it:

"So, boys, when were you two going to tell us you were a thing?" She asked, raising her eyebrows and setting down her fork.

I shot a look at Scott who swallowed his wine and tried not to look too startled.

"We-um...I-I..." I stuttered.

"Save it, Mitch." Scott put his hand on my thigh under the table, shutting me up. "Sorry mom, it just happened so quickly. We're still adjusting. It's awesome." Scott smiled a true and genuine smile.

Nel looked up from her plate. "It's about time!"

A sigh of relief exited our mouths as she said this, making our slightest doubt and fear diminish.