When you're not looking Bk. 1 (scomiche)

2: When you come back

Scott POV

I was having an amazing time. I was out at a club.
I was not drinking but it was still amazing.
I invited Mitch, but he said that he had plans with his boyfriend Travis.

I don't like him.
He rubs me the wrong way.
I hear that before he was with Mitch he was in jail for abusing his ex-boyfriend.
I don't want him to hurt my Mitch.

Mitch means the world to me.
He is the light on my rainy day. The way he fixes his hair during a superfruit episode. The way he closed his eyes when he hits a high note.
He can make me smile the way no one else can.
Mitch is amazing.
Mitch is my life.
Mitch is ...................
in a relationship.

I decided to get off of my high horse and head home.
On the way home, I was listening to my music. Mitch's cover of "Graveyard" was on there. He was amazing.
I love his voice. Even more, than I love Beyonce.
I don't know if I got that far, but very close.

I was listening to my music until my phone died.
Great I thought to myself as the light turn red.
It was that light that would be red forever when nobody was coming. But I still waited.

I wish Mitch was here. He would make a famous Mitch Grassi sassy remark and tell me to go anyway.
I love that about him, and so much more.
I love him in general.

Stop it, Scott.
You can't love him. He'll never love Me.
He loves Travis.
I hate how Travis gets to call Mitch his.
I hate how Travis can cuddle Mitch at night before they sleep. Travis gets to kiss Mitch.

Kiss Mitch.

What I would do to get just one kiss with Mitch.
If I kissed him once, just once I would die happy.

I got lost in thought as the light turn green.
I can't wait to get home to Mitch. I doubt his up at 2:30 in the morning.

I pulled in to my parking spot. I noticed that Travis car is not there and Mitch's car is.
That's a good sign. I walked up to the apartment door. I hope he is up.
I open the door to find something missing.

And chapter 2 done. I hope you guys enjoy. I have the 3rd chapter up soon. Promise.