Crushing (Scömíche)

Chapter 10

The ride home was quiet. I had wanted so much to ask him why he left, but in the car he was captive, he couldn't leave or even turn away. I didn't want to hold him here like a caged animal.

"I'm sorry." Mitch said.

"Don't be. You wanted space, we get it. We just wanted to make sure you were ok. We were worried about you. You could've stayed." Scott said.

"I didn't need space. I get it. I'm ridiculous. You two just wanted to be together." He said.

"What?" Scott and I said in unison.

"We broke up." Scott said.

"Just friends." I added.

"And I love you Mitch." Scott said.

*Mitch's POV*

I froze. We had been talking about Scott and Kirstie dating, and Scott used him loving me as an excuse to not love her. He was comparing me to his ex-girlfriend. Did that mean-? Was he saying that he really loved me? In front of Kevin and Kirstin?

"W-what?" I stuttered. Kevin turned to look at us from the passengers seat and Scott blushed dark red.

"You're my best friend, I missed you." He said, but I wasn't convinced. I gave him a weird look then looked away.

Kirstie was staring straight ahead. She had heard. After what felt like hours more of awkward silence we dropped Kevin off at his place and went home.

"What happened to your car?" Kirstie asked. Oh yeah.

"Nothing." I muttered.

"Miiiitch what did you do?" Scott asked, grabbing the hood of my coat so I couldn't run off.

"Someone may or may not have driven it into a lake."

"Mitch! You could of drown!" Kirstie squealed.

"Ah ah ah Kirstin. Someone could have drown." I corrected. She groaned and was about to lie in the couch, but stopped.

"Actually I think I'll leave. I love you Mitch. You scared me. Please try to stop doing things like that. Bye Scott."  She said and winked quickly at Scott. I saw that.

We waited for the door to close before we started talking.

"Why'd you leave?" He started.

"I didn't want to hold anybody up just because I needed to get my head straight." I said.

"You could never bother me." He said, lifting my chin to look in his eyes.

"What did you think about?" He asked.

"I thought about how ridiculous saying that I loved you was. You're my best friend, nothing more. I think I was caught up in the whole 'you being gay' thing. I'm such an attention whore. Way to turn everything around Mitch. But yeah, that was ridiculous. Sorry for making you worry." I said plainly.

"Ye-yeah. You're fine. I-i love you."  He stuttered.

"Love you." I blew him a kiss and skipped to my room.

*Scott's POV*

And I let him go again. How many times can you make the same mistake, dumbass? Every little word that slipped off his tongue felt like a small knife stabbing into me. Was he right? Had he actually decided that he didn't love me. I had pictured his homecoming. A passionate kiss should have been shared. But it wasn't. Not even close. But he was happy. Nothing was more important to me then Mitch's happiness.

Mitch was probably right anyway. We were in love with the idea of being in love with each other, we weren't in love with each other. I sighed. Extra drama wasn't something we needed anyway. We had a tour coming up in just a few months. An album release in three weeks.

I relaxed to watch TV. It was nice for everything to be calm.

About two hours later Mitch skipped out of his room dressed and showered.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Out." He smiled.

"With who?" I questioned. It wasn't often he went out without me.

"This guy I met at the bar a few days ago and I are hanging out, why?" Mitch said, rummaging through a drawer for something.

"Just curious. See ya later." I said.

"Bye babe." He said and skipped out the door. The guy must be picking him up.

*Mitch's POV*

"Hey Mitch!" He said as I climbed into the passenger seat.

"Hi! Where are me going?"

"I was thinking my place." He said.

"Kay, sure." I agreed and buckled my seatbelt.

"Can we stop at Starbucks? Need me some coffee." I asked.

"Sure, I'll pay." He smiled.

"You don't have to." I said, grabbing my wallet from my jeans.

"But I will." He said, pushing the wallet away.

"Why thank you, sir." I said.

"Kinky." He said.

"I prefer to use daddy actually, but maybe I could use sir for just you." I joked.

"Sounds pretty good to me. So who's daddy then?" He asked. Scott. Scott is daddy, thank you very much.

"No one." I smirked as he pulled into the drive through. We ordered then went back to his place.

"Niiice." I muttered. He pushed open the door to reveal the fanciest house I'd ever been in, and I've been to Todrick's house.

Everything from the velvet couches to the jeweled bowls of candy were pristine and elegant.

"Thank you." He gave a modest smile. I kicked off my shoes onto the mat and say carefully on his couch.

"Calm down, Mitchie! You won't break it!" He giggled. Mitchie? He doesn't get to call me that!

I decided to ignore it.

"It's so nice I don't want to mess it up!" I defended.

"You could never mess anything up." More flirting. This is a bit awkward. Does he think I want to hook up? He's cool but I'm not here just to fuck.

"Yeah..." I said awkwardly. I sipped on my Starbucks as he went to his record player.

"I love your music! Do you mind or should we listen to something else?" He asked. He had a copy of PTX Vol. 3 in his hand.

"I don't mind, but that albums a bit slow." I said.

"That's alright. We can have a slow dance party." He almost whispered as he climbed onto the couch with me. He got very close to my face and I felt his breath on me. He was going to kiss me. I was on the verge on panic when my phone rang. Thank god! I wanted to scream in joy.

"Hello!" I was way too excited about answering a phone.

"Yeah, I'm alright." It was my mom.

"Yeah I'm back!"

"Ok I will." Scott had actually called my mom to find out where I was?

"Sorry Travis, I really gotta go. I had a good time!" I lied, slipping my feet into my shoes.

"Don't you need a ride." He offered.

"Nope!" I almost sang as I hurried out the door. That was weird.

"Hello?" Scott answered.

"Can you pick me up?" I asked.

"Of course. Where are you? What happened." He questioned.

I told him to pick me up at the corner store and started walking there. And dating was, once again, off the table.