inseparable

Chapter 3

Scott's POV

When I walked in to the coffee shop I saw Mitch immediately. He was already sitting at a table at the back of the shop, with two coffees in front of him. I walked towards him and as I was getting closer, he noticed my presence.

"Hey Mitch" I said as I debated whether to just sit down without hugging him, or actually hug him.

He made the decision for me as he stood up and hugged me. "Hey Scott!" He said with a happy voice.

I sat down at the table too, unsure of what to say. "Oh, I ordered you a coffee, I hope that's okay. I uhm, I chose the one you used to take, you know, a few years ago."

"Oh, yeah, that's okay. I haven't changed my coffee routines, so you're fine." This made a smile appear on Mitch's face. I liked it. It made me feel safe.

"Good. So, uh, how are you doing? What are you doing nowadays?" He sounded happy with himself, like he knew I wasn't doing any good. Like he knew that I wasn't even near as successful him.

"I'm fine. I don't do much, a few gigs here and there. What about you? What are you up to? I have no idea, to be quite fair." I replied with an annoyed tone.

Mitch started looking a little shaken up by my irony, but he recovered quickly.

"I'm glad you're okay. I still sing, I perform quite a lot. I've revisited a lot of the countries that we went too. It wasn't as nice without you though. Paris sucks when you're alone."

Why was he being so nice? Why didn't he snatch back at me?

"Oh, so you're alone on your trips? Don't you have one of your famous friends or one of your boyfriends with you when you travel?"

"I thought you had no idea what I was up to?"

Oh, so I was just the one with no patience.

"But, to answer your question, yes, I do usually have other people with me, but for publicity. None of it is real."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Oh."

Fuck. Maybe this was a horrible idea that I shouldn't have agreed to in the first place. Why couldn't I stop being rude? Why can't I just be a kind person like I used to be? Why am I like this, and why did I have to meet Mitch again?

"Look I'm sorry, I don't know, maybe this was a bad idea. I should probably go."

"Nononono don't go! Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude."

That's what it took to convince me.

"You're not the one who should apologize, but okay, I'll stay."

Mitch's POV

I let out a sigh in relief. "Thanks."

Scott looked really good. Boy, did he look good. He looked noticeably older, more mature. He was wearing a grey shirt with black skinny jeans and a coat on top. His hair was a bit messier and even wavier than since I had last seen him. He also had a full on beard and he looked amazing.

I found myself staring, but I couldn't help but continue. I felt a strong attraction towards him, in a way I have never felt before. Sure, we used to be like an old married couple, but old married couples usually don't have that much of a spark in their old days. What we had was completely platonic and what I was feeling felt strange and new.

"Mitch? You're kinda staring" Scott said, deciding to wake me up from my daydreaming

"Huh? Shit, sorry. You just look great"

He gave me a surprised look, and I probably gave him one back. "Thanks. You too, of course. You always have." I smiled at him, taking a sip of my coffee as I continued to stare in awe.

That's when I noticed it. That's when I noticed the sadness in Scott's eyes. In the eyes that used to be so happy, always smiling and making laugh lines appear on his pretty face.

I must have been so caught up in my own excitement of seeing him that I didn't even notice. I didn't notice the sadness in the eyes that I had seen so many times.

Now that I had seen it was so obvious. I couldn't stop staring and I couldn't care less if he thought I was being weird.

It broke my heart seeing someone who had once been so happy, so very sad.