Unwanted

The "Date"

A/N Hey thanks to those who are reading!! This chapter is a bit longer so I hope you like it! Some chapters will be longer, I promise!! Love you guys somaj!!!

Scott's POV

Where is he? I was waiting for Mitch to come around the side of the building so we could head to my house so we could get to know eachother. Sure, I had a boyfriend, doesn't mean I can't hang out with other guys, whether they're gay or not. Mitch was gay and kind of cute.... Wait, I have a boyfriend I'm not allowed to think like this about anyone else but Alex.

Foot steps were heard near by, I looked up to see who it was and of course, it was Mitch.

"Hey Scott."

"Mitch!" I went to greet him, "to my house?"

"Follow the leader it is," Mitch chuckled.

"Okay then follow me!" As we walked to my house it got colder, well, of course it's Fall. I could tell Mitch was cold, "Here, " I gave Mitch my jacket. I looked at him for a moment, what gorgeous eyes...

"Oh thanks!" Mitch smiled.
That boy smiling made me feel like there was some weird tingling in my chest. Why didn't I feel this when I was with Alex?
A car rolled down the street, "HEY FAGGOT," some guys who don't even look like they go to their school threw rocks at Mitch, one hit his head and the others met his black sweater.

"Don't you assholes have someone else to pick on?" I yelled.

"HOLY SHIT SCOTT HOYING IS WITH THE FAG!!!" They retaliated.

I rolled my eyes, "Mitch are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine, I'm used to it," he mumbled looking at the ground. We continued our walk until we came to end our road trip from 5 blocks away t0 my house.

"Here we are!" I said excitedly opening the door and welcoming Mitch in.

Mitch's POV

HOLY SHIT... Scott's house looked like it was out of a movie. Glistening white tile floors, winding stairs leading to an upper level, just breathtaking.

"Welcome to mi casa," he said smiling.

"So what now?"

"Let me show you my room where we will be hanging so my sister doesn't bug us," and with those words Scott walked up the staircase with me following close behind. As soon as we reached the top of the stairs, I was greeted with a long hallway but Scott's room was right by the stairs. Scott held open his bedroom door, "After you," I walked into his what seemed to be the size of a small house, bedroom.

"Wow..." I said with awe.

"Like it?"

"I-It's amazing." I sat on his bed and he joined me,

"So Mitchy what would you like to talk about?"

Did he just call me Mitchy? I really like this guy... "Well Scotty, maybe our likes, dislikes, love life though I'm warning you I don't have much of one," I giggled.

"Whatever you want," his face lit up every time he spoke. "So what do you do for fun?"

"So are we making this like a date website interview or just a normal conversation? Either way I like to draw, everything that happens in my day or what I'm feeling," I said with a slight smile.

"It could be like a date web interview, whatever it feels like and to your drawing hobby, do you keep a journal?"

"Yeah but I'm the only one who has been in it."

"Why don't you let others into it?"

"Because in that journal is basically my life, so if I let someone in it, it's like letting them into my life, and I haven't met anyone I trust my life with yet, that includes friends, none, and family, few."

"I hope you will be able to let me in one day or another,"  Scott looked down at his silver shoes, "What shoes are those?" he said playfully.

"These? I refer to them as my space boots," I said with a smile, "Don't judge, " I was laughing, when is the last time I, Mitchell Grassi, have laughed? Oh right, it's been a while.

"Spaceboots?" he scoffed playfully.

"Yep, you got an issue Hoying?" I grinned.

"Not at all you astronaut," He looked into my eyes.
Such gorgeous blue eyes... I could just kiss him. I shook my head erasing the thought from my brain, remember Mitch? He has a boyfriend.

"Everything alright Mitchy?" he asked worriedly.

"Yeah I'm fine just a small headache, where's the bathroom?"

"Just down the hallway."

"Okay thanks," I walked out of the room and down the hallway lined with school pictures of Scott and his sister growing up, though his sister seemed to be a bit younger. As I reached the bathroom I shut the door behind me and rolled up my sleeves staring at the red lines that crawled up and down my arm. I stood there for a good 5 to 10 minutes before hearing Scott yelling asking if I was okay. "Yeah I'm fine!" I yelled back. I opened the door and walked back to Scott's room.

"Hey"

"Hey, what time is..." I fell to the ground.

Scott shot up from his bed, "Mitch are you okay?"