Scott POV
Mitch was glancing at our framed picture of our group, Pentatonix on the day we won a Grammy. I walked in right when I heard him say to himself "why am I so ugly." "Mitchie!" I chuckled. "You know you are so pretty." There was an awkward silence as Mitch just stared at the floor. I knew everything about him, he was my best friend. One thing I regret was never catching onto was that he has a lot of self hate. "Wait a minute..you do know that...right mitchie?" I told him in all seriousness. Mitch continued to stare at the floor, but this time a tear fell down his face. He shut his eyes immediately in embarrassment. I gasped softly and wrapped my arms around his small body. I escorted him over to the couch to sit next to me. " you do you that you are pretty, right?!" I repeated, this time more alarmed. He slowly shook his head no. I took him in my embrace, hugging him tightly. I gently pushed his hair more to the side so I could see his beautiful brown eyes looking up at me. " well..you are. You are pretty and amazing and talented and perfect and I don't want you to forget that mitchie." I told him, trying not to cry myself. He glanced up and gave me a smile. Then he replied after a couple minutes. "You don't know how much I needed that today..thank you."
I smiled fondly at his response.
