Seeing Through (Scomiche)

Chapter 22

A/N: Heeeeyyyy. I don't have much to say ( it's 5am are we surprised? ) Exams are bitches so I'm a very busy bee these days, but I promise I'm doing my best to trying and update as fast as I can..especially because we're reaching the end. Yep, it's coming.

Special thanks to my wife Sarah for giving me a couple of advices - you're my babe <3

To all of you, enjoy. Quite a rollercoaster, this chapter :)

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It's funny how we don't notice that something is wrong until it suddenly becomes important to us. The whole world could burn and it wouldn't matter, not really, unless the fire reached our house. And even then, we wouldn't care unless we would be inside of it, in danger. Only then we would scream for help, meanwhile cursing ourselves for not paying enough attention before.

I think we just want to keep the fantasy alive. We just want to live in our bubble, where everything is great and that little thing coming our way isn't really something that we have to worry about. We are cowards. As long as we can ignore the problem, we will do it. We won't admit it, but we'll just wait for it to solve itself - or for us to just magically find the perfect solution for it. We won't worry about it until we really have to. We're not only cowards - we're also lazy.

And once the problem hits us with all its strength, that will be the moment when we'll use our well practiced surprised face, pretending that we were never aware of it in the first place. We'll play stupid until we really have to force ourselves to do something - because that's just less scary.

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Alex knew it wasn't a good idea the moment he opened the door of the dressing room and Mitch turned to look at him with a bright smile, his dark eyes shining - before they widened as he took sight of him. He tried to hide it, but he could clearly see some of the light disappear from his face, the curve of his lips lowering slightly. It was obvious that he wasn't the person that Mitch expected to see enter the room, and he had a pretty good idea of who it had been in the brunette's mind - the same person that Alex wanted to talk about with him.

"Hey," Mitch just said, his voice somehow lacking of any kind of emotion. He eyed him for only a couple of seconds before turning to look at himself in the mirror, giving his back to Alex.

"Hey," he shyly replied, surprised by the cold greeting.

He watched as the shorter boy checked his figure, his hand raising to fix his bangs into the right place - which was pointless, because his hair had been perfectly styled by Genevieve not only an hour before, and he was just going to mess it up if he kept touching it. He stayed silent while Mitch fixed every single little thing that wasn't fine by his judgement - a bit of make up, the way his bangs fell on his face, the curve of his eyebrows. Alex used the time to gather his thoughts, trying to find the perfect way to start a conversation that he didn't want to have - at least not with Mitch.

It was only when he heard his name being called in a high pitched voice that he realized that he had lost himself in his mind for longer than he had intended to. He blinked, his eyes slightly out of focus as he shifted in his place. "Uh?"

"Well, hello there." Mitch said, a weak grin on his face as he turned to face him. "Did you need something? Scott isn't here."

The mention of his boyfriend's name was enough to make him remember why he was there in the first place. "No - I mean, yeah, I know he isn't, I just.." he trailed off, one hand moving to scratch the back of his neck, suddenly uncomfortable with the way the tenor was looking at him. He had not felt so out of place around Mitch since the first few times he had interacted with him, when the tight relationship between him and Scott had been so scary that everything he said or did felt like a threat.