Lest I Forget

B-e-h-o-

"Fia, I've got a weird favor to ask of you today." Mitch slung his puzzle bag over his shoulder (the one he saved up four months' salary at the restaurant for) and took a last minute check in the mirror, making sure his septum ring was hidden up his nostril. He scrunched his face up, not enjoying the feeling of the metal resting inside his nostril. It was always an easy fix for when he had to play his waiter role.

"Shoot, Itchy-Mae."

"I'm working today, and, um... I was kind of hoping you might suggest to Scott to come eat at my restaurant?" Mitch shrugged at himself in the mirror as if he were speaking to himself.

"Boy, do you have it bad." Fia laughed, running her fingers through her blonde hair before grabbing a sticky note and writing '<4LUNCH' on it with her Rilakkuma pen. "You got it. Text me the address. What are you planning?"

"I don't know, I just kind of want to see him in a different setting. I'd say that I wanted him to see me in a different setting, but every day is a different setting for him." Mitch chuckled, taking the situation lightly. "Let's break the Sco-notomy. Give him something fun to experience, you know?"

"Sco... sco-no... okay." Fia shook her head, putting her head in her hands. "You're a cutie. You know that, right?"

"I try, babe." Mitch blew a kiss at himself in the mirror. "I look forward to seeing two beautiful blondes visit me today. I'll need something to break me of my boredom at work." Mitch's first job was waiting tables at a cute little diner. He despised it most days, but it was all a part of his plan to rise to the top. He'd get there in time... but bills won't pay themselves.

"You got it. See you soon. My line is ringing." Fia wrinkled her nose, seeing who was on the caller ID. Her favorite person: Mrs. Robinson, probably calling to ask if this phone number belonged to Pizza Hut. She'll never learn.

"Toodles!" Mitch ended the phone call and stuck his enormous iPhone into his bag, doing one last quick check before looking at his shirt, smoothing out the wrinkles. He wore skinny jeans (which allowed him to feel a little attractive) and an over-sized t-shirt with 'Auntie Em's Diner' on the front. He sighed, placing his hands on his tiny hips under the baggy shirt and leaned into the mirror. "Another day, another dollar."

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"Ott-Sco!" Fia knocked on the door of Scott's room and peered inside, seeing the blonde run his fingers along the piano keys to decide which key he would start his new piece in.

"Fia-So!" Scott's beaming grin turned to face her as he heard the chipper sound in her voice.

"Are you hungry? It's almost noon."

"When am I not hungry?" Scott chuckled, playing triads on the piano. "Let me give you a vocalize. Ah-ah-ah." Scott sang a little ditty, anticipating for Fia to sing after him.

"Umm, no." She flashed her signature red lip smirk and patted the door frame. "If you want to come, I'm leaving for my lunch break at twelve. I'm picking the place this time, okay?"

"But you picked last time." Scott faked a pout.

"So. I'm cute and I win." Fia shrugged and tossed her hair back in a dramatic fashion. She patted the door frame again, wiggling her fingers as she walked away. "I'll see you at noon, babe!"

"Bye?" Scott laughed, shaking his head and turning back to the piano. He focused on the music in front of him and sighed. He had a thought for a string of lyrics but was unsure where he got them from... maybe from a dream? He had a dream the night before about somebody, but all they appeared to be was a silhouette. He couldn't think of the words for lyrics with a rhyming scheme, so instead he wrote a little poem, regardless of whether or not things rhymed. He grabbed his pencil and some paper and went to work.