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The Shy, the Jock, and His Friends

(No triggers, unless stuttering a bit and a little fluff count) ;)

Happy Thanksgiving! I'm thankful for all of you :)

Third Person POV
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High school; a place where teenagers can make friends and have a great time.

No, not for Mitch. Mitch was homeschooled and Mitch was very shy. It was a bad habit of his, to cry if he didn't like something. We cry, it's not like we're the bravest there ever was, but Mitch cried over the smallest things. Scott found it cute.

Scott Hoying; star of the football team. And even better than that, Mitch's boyfriend. Mitch had never been to a football game of Scott's. He was too scared. Scott understood, though, and almost never got mad at him.

After Scott got out of football practice, he would call Mitch and tell him he's on his way over. Scott had a question today.

"Grassi, I'm heeere!!" Scott yelled as he entered Mitch's apartment with the key Mitch oh so trusted him with.

"Hoying!" Mitch ran into Scott's open arms and kissed his cheek.

"Can you, please, come to the first football practice of the season? I'm sure my friends would love you! Not as much as I love you, of course," Scott said. Mitch had a contemplating look on his face. "I don't know, Scott. It sounds scary, to be honest."

Scott sighed, "It's fine, I wouldn't want to make you do something that made you uncomfortable."

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Mitch usually wasn't the one to be brave. It was out of the ordinary for him.

He thought that, since it sounded special to Scott, that he would go to his first practice.

In fact, he was on his way already.

He pulled up and parked, and started walking over to where the players were.

He stayed in a little corner but soon realized that was where all of the players were talking. And he couldn't find Scott.

"Aye, kid, are you new here? You look kinda small to be on this team," said a boy with a large 12 printed on the back of his jersey.

Mitch took a step back and swallowed.

"Crevy, be nice to him."

"Don't tell me what to do, Sewick," 'Crevy' demanded. Apparently they call each other by their last names here, Mitch thought.

Mitch's thoughts got cut off when this Crevy player snapped him out of them.

"So, kid, what are you doing here? You here to play? Ain't never seen you 'round here."

"N-no," Mitch said softly, "I'm just here to wa-watch Scott."

"Hoying?"

"Y-yes."

"Why would Hoying be around some shy kid like you, huh? If you haven't noticed, he kind of hates everyone," Crevy said sharply, "and you aren't an exception. You got a lil' crush on him or somethin'?"

"N-no," Mitch started to tear up.

"Aw, the lil' baby can't handle all of this. Maybe after Scott's done talking to coach, you'll run to him for protection, yeah? Ha!"

Mitch had started to full-on cry. Scott heard all of this commotion and noticed that Mitch was here; and crying.

He started to sprint over. "CREVY! What the hell did you do?!"

Crevy laughed, "Just asking this kid, or should I say liar, what he was doin' here."

"Liar?" Scott asked. Crevy nodded.

"Can you believe him? He was saying he was here to see you play, Hoying! How dumb is that?!"

Mitch began to cry again and started to walk away, mumbling to himself, "I knew I shouldn't have come. I knew, I knew. Stupid me."

Scott pulled Mitch back. "Listen, Crevy, I think that's the cutest thing, that he came to see me. 'Cause Mitch, here, Mitch is my boyfriend."

"You're his boyfriend?" Crevy asked Scott, pointing to Mitch.

Scott nodded, "Yes, and I love him. So, Crevy, if he ever comes to any other practices, you're not going to talk to him. And if you do, you better be nice."

"Oh look at that, noodle Hoying finally standing up for himself."

Scott took a step back, took a step forward, and kicked Crevy in the male genital area, leaving Crevy on the ground, whining.

Mitch smiled up at him and kissed Scott, "I love you, too, Noodle."