Stitches ~ Scömìche

If I Quit Calling You my Lover

Today was the day he was going to do it. Mitch knew he had to do it today. Today was the day he had to do it. He was going to leave, not Alek, he couldn't bear to lose Alek at a time like this, he was going to leave Scott. Not forget about Scott, God forbid he ever forget about Scott, just... leave.... Scott. He was going to vanish. Again. But this time he was going to say goodbye.

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Scott was having a really boring day. Someone kept a dancing through his thoughts, he had been ever since he came back, and Scott seemed to be spending more time imagining the could be's or should be's rather than the now, and that was why he was so glad the phone rang, so he could take a break from doing nothing.

"Hello? Scott Kirk-Hoying speaking."

"Scott? It's Mitch." Scott nearly dropped the phone. Seconds ago he was thinking of how he wished this very person would call, for this very reason too, or at least Scott hoped it was the same reason he envisioned. He hated to say it, but it was a nasty shock when he learned that it wasn't.

"What's wrong?" He asked immediately, Mitch never called while he was at work.

"Nothing," Mitch said. I'm just madly in love with you and need you to come back to me.

"Not to sound rude," Scott heard himself saying and shook himself from the fantasy. "But why are you calling then?" I just wanted to hear your voice.

"I just need to talk to you," Close enough. "If this is a bad time I can call back later." Scott felt himself wince. So foreign, yet so similar.

"No this is fine," Even though it really should of been a bad time and he should be working. It'd be a bad time for Alex.

"I'm thinking of going away." What? Mitch was not following this perfectly planned out scrip.

"What?" His lips echoed.

"Going away," Mitch repeated. "And not necessarily coming back." The script Mitch! You are not following the f*cking script!

"What?" Scott said again, shoving all of his shock into that word. "Why?"

"I just feel like I am an intrusion into your life and you'd be better off without me." Not true! One part of him argued. Yet so true!

"That's not true," That part won. "I mean, we've been best friends for years you can't just le-" He cut himself off, looking to ceiling to try and hold back his tears, but they fell anyway and he tried again. "You can't just leave me!" His heart cried with his eyes. "You've already did that!"

"Scott..." Mitch's voice broke and Scott felt everything Mitch was feeling just in him saying his name.

"Mitchie," Scott said using the nickname he had given his son. "Are you really going to do this to me?"

Mitch howled through the phone. "I don't know!" He cried. "I have everything planned out and then you ruin everything and I can't say no to you because-" Mitch stopped abruptly.

"Because of what Mitch?" Scott yelled, his fury finally breaking through his sadness.

"Because I f*cking love you! I've loved you since we were kids! I've loved you forever Scott! I've loved you for so long I've stopped caring that I love you! It's apart of me! And seeing you unhappy! You Scott, not me! Seeing you unhappy breaks me into a million pieces! I'd go through Hell for you! I'd walk through Hell just for you to be happy!"

"If you loved me so f*cking much," Scott shouted right back. "Then why would you ever consider leaving?"

"Because I want you to be happy!" Mitch screamed, the conversation far from civilized.

"If you wanted me to be happy then you would stay and f*cking realize that I love you too!

"F*ck you and your stupid way of complicating everything!" Scott slammed down the phone and after a minute of silence it hit him.

Mitch loved him.

And Scott admitted he loved him too.

Oh god.

And that's when he met Alex's eyes.