Mystic Cage of Dreams. (PTX/Scömìche) *COMPLETED*

Jealousy Tells the Truth.

The bus stopped outside Scott and Mitch's apartment for them to get off. They say goodbye to the other members of the group and make their way inside.

Alex was waiting on the couch with a bouquet of Scott's favourite flowers. Of course, Mitch was jealous. He had no idea why, he just was.

"Ready to go babe?" Alex smiled at Scott. Scott smiled back and replied. "Just two seconds hun, let me clean up and I'll be right down." Scott left a kiss on his boyfriend's lips and scurried off upstairs.

Alex looked towards Mitch and gave him a smirk. A mischevious smirk. As if he were up to something.

"What?" Mitch asked, genuinely confused.

"I can see the jealousy, Mitch. Don't pretend you don't dream about Scott being your boyfriend!"

Mitch couldn't argue with that one. He does dream about Scott being his boyfriend. Of course though, dreams being dreams, Mitch somehow manages to end up dreaming Scott as a punk. He never knew why... He just did.

Scott came back down 5 minutes later all dressed up and ready for his date with Alex. He smiled at his boyfriend and aimed for a peck on the lips.

Of course, Alex being Alex and the fact that Mitch was watching each detail, Alex deepened the kiss. Mitch tried holding back the tears, barely making it through. He let a few slide down, but apart from that, he succeeded.

"Right Mitch? I'm gonna be gone pretty much all night so I'll want you take care of Wyatt for me okay?" Scott asked innocently, obviously clueless of Mitch's jealousy.

Mitch couldn't contain his jealousy anymore. He snapped. "Scott, I've already told you. On the bus. Remember? I said I wasn't going to be here when you get back. So have a fun date. At least you won't have to deal with me when you get back. Bye..."

Scott rolled his eyes and shrugged it off as Mitch just being tired. Or maybe it was the fact that no one else believed Jordyn. He opened the front door and left hand in hand with Alex.

Mitch broke down in the very spot he was standing in the whole time. He couldn't believe his own best friend didn't believe he was actually going to leave. Then again, when was the last time Mitch could say Scott was his best friend?

He ran upstairs and texted Kirstie.

Mitch: Kirst, I'm leaving, got any room at yours?

Kirstie: sure, Jeremy shouldn't mind, we'll find space for you, what happened hun?

Mitch: I told Scott I was gonna leave and not be here when he gets back.

Kirstie: okay... So why do you desperately need to come here? Surely if you talked to him, everything will be fine.

Mitch: Kirst... He rolled his eyes at me and brushed me off like I was nothing...