MITCHS POV
It was the morning of my first session at the therapist and I had a horrid feeling at the pit of my stomach, a part of me was nervous, but another part of me knew that this was the right thing to do and that I would feel a lot better afterwards.
My parents and I had discussed it after Scott had persuaded me to talk to them about I felt. They were very supportive and had even offered to travel all the way from Texas to come with me to the counselling. I had to deny their kind offer because I knew it would be too much trouble - although I would of loved them to be there.
SCOTTS POV
I knew Mitch was nervous about the counselling later, I could see it his gorgeous brown eyes. I had assured him that it was the right thing to do and that he was going to be fine. He agreed albeit reluctantly.
DURING THERAPY
MITCHS POV
We sat down in a small white waiting room, soon a tall muscly guy (in his twenties) called my name, Scott strolled in confidently where as I awkwardly coward behind him.
"Come on babe!" Scott said, making it clear that we were an item, as he had seen the guy staring me up and down.
We sat down and Scott wrapped his arm around me protectively.
SCOTTS POV
That therapist guy seemed a bit dodgy to me, he kept staring at MY Mitch as if he were a piece of meat. Other than that, counselling was good and Mitchy seemed happier (the most important thing).
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Can't hold us
FanfictionI honestly think Scott and Mitch are adorable. And I know that scomiche isn't real but, hey a girl can dream
