Mitch was chilling around the apartment. They had recorded originals for the new album earlier, and while they had accomplished a lot so far, there was still quite a bit left before the album was worthy of iTunes.
They. They referred to Pentatonix. While he was more than happy to be a part of something so big, so phenomenal, he missed being Mitch. Simply Mitch. Not Mitch and the other members of Pentatonix. Just Mitch.
Not that he didn't care for the others. Quite the contrary, actually. Mitch loved his bandmates, some more than others at times, but they were a family. Every family had their ups and down, their quarrels and disputes that were either resolved quickly or over a long period of time. They got along fairly well for the most part. A spat would occur very rarely, usually on Monday mornings or when someone hadn't eaten that day. Mitch would be the first to admit he was cranky when he was hungry. Overall, they made a puzzle that, upon first glance, looked extremely complex. Once put together, a beautiful masterpiece would be shown.
So, now, after a long and tiring day of recording, Mitch was being Mitch. SpongeBob was on the television, Wyatt was playing with a cat toy, and Scott was...Where was Scott?
Mitch moved his gaze away from the TV, something that took entirely too much energy, to glance around the room. "Scott?" he asked quietly. He didn't really have the motivation to speak any louder than a whisper.
When he received no answer, he grabbed his phone and texted the blonde. Scottland, where are you?
He turned his attention back to the screen. A few moments later, his phone buzzed. A reply from Scott had just come in. I'm with Avi and Kevin. We're grabbing some Chipotle. Would you like some?
Mitch frowned. Scott hadn't mentioned he was going to eat with the guys. When Mitch left the studio, Scott was talking on the phone. The brunette assumed the blonde would start on his way home when the phone call was over. However, now that he thought about it, he hadn't heard the door open. But that wasn't unusual for Mitch. When he was immersed in SpongeBob, a lot of things went unnoticed.
No, thanks. That's okay.
Mitch was not going to let Scott know how much this bothered him. Nope. Mitch was going to be an adult and get over something so insignificant. Little things were not worth becoming angry over, anyway.
You sure? You usually jump at the chance of Chipotle.
Mitch ground his teeth together. I am fine. Go enjoy your food. He pressed the screen harshly and placed the phone down onto the coffee table similarly. Wyatt jumped at the sudden noise. "I'm sorry, baby. Mama's just mad at Daddy."
Wyatt seemed to understand, sort of. That, or he just wanted to be petted for he jumped up next to Mitch and moved around until he was in the man's lap. Mitch gently rubbed the blue hairless cat and tried to pay attention to SpongeBob once more. Unfortunately, Scott's decision to eat with the guys, without him, was still on his mind. They were supposed to be Scott and Mitch, Scomiche, until the end. What was happening? Why was the blonde pulling away?
Wyatt meowed, bringing Mitch back to the present. Maybe he was overreacting. The best course of action would be to talk to Scott about it when he returned. With his mind made up, he returned to the pineapple under the sea.
Somewhere along the way, he must have drifted off. He was awoken by the door opening. "Mitch?"
Mitch sat up straight, running a hand through his bangs and yawning. "I'm in here."
When the tall man came into view, Mitch's anger returned in bulk. "Hey, I just got back. What have you...are you okay?" Scott asked, noticing Mitch's facial expression.
The shorter man stood up and approached Scott. "No, I'm not okay. Since when do you go out to eat with the guys and not tell me about it? Why did I have to text you to find out where you were? Didn't we have some sort of unspoken deal that we would let the other know where we were?"
Scott was shocked. He had suspected something was wrong with Mitch, but he didn't expect him to be angry, especially over something so meager. "It was a split-second decision, and I figured you would be fine on your own. It was only a trip to Chipotle. It wasn't like I was gone all afternoon."
Mitch huffed. "You traitor!" he yelled.
Scott's anger began to grow slowly. "Why am I a traitor?"
"You are going against the Scomiche code!"
"Code? Since when was there a fucking code for Scomiche? Since when did Scomiche ever exist?"
Tears formed in Mitch's eyes. "I..." Not knowing what else to say, the brunette ran to his room.
Scott followed after, feeling horrible that things had escalated and he had upset the smaller man. "Mitch!"
Wyatt watched his two owner before he returned to playing with his toy. This sort of thing was unusual but not enough to disturb the feline.
Mitch was about to slam the door, but Scott caught it just in time. "Please, talk to me. I want to know why you're so upset about this."
"I miss being just Mitch and Scott, like it used to be in the early days. Now, you're hanging out with Avi, Kevin, and Kirstie a lot more. I understand when we're on tour you kind of have to, but on these days when we're only recording, I want it to be Scomiche. And...I love you Scott. I always have. As more than a best friend. I know we put on a lot for Sup3rfruit, but I do love you."
Scott was frozen as he processed all of the information Mitch just provided. Blue eyes met brown in a stare-off unlike any other.
"I didn't know you felt that way," the blonde admitted. "But, if I had, I would have done this a lot sooner."
With that, Scott leaned down and kissed Mitch sweetly. Mitch smiled into the kiss, grabbing onto Scott's strong shoulders.
They pulled apart when something came crashing to the floor. It sounded like it came from the living room.
"Wyatt," Mitch murmured under his breath.
They discovered that their cat had indeed destroyed something, the glass casing of a candle Mitch had recently purchased. Scott scolded the cat. "You're a traitor too, young man."
Mitch smiled dreamily at Scott before leaning down to pick up the cat so he would not hurt himself on the shards of glass. "Maybe being a traitor isn't so bad after all," he stated as he walked out of the room, leaving Scott a smiling fool.
Yeah, Scott thought to himself. Sometimes being a traitor isn't too shabby.
This was written in about ten minutes, so I apologize for any errors. I hope you all enjoy this! It is not a challenge, I simply thought I would use this book to contain all of my future Scomiche one-shots. If you have any request, I would be glad to do them, as long as they involve Scott and Mitch.
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