inseparable

Chapter 4

Mitch's POV

Later that day

"How was coffee with Scott? How's he doing?" My father asked as we started to eat our dinner.

"It was good. It was really nice to see him again. I don't think he's doing too well though, he looked so... Empty. So sad."

"Really? I find that a little hard to believe, he used to be so happy." My mother replies with sad eyes.

"Yeah, I know. I thought the same thing."

"Now that you've seen him you can't let him go too easily. You two must have met again for a reason." My father says, and I'm quite certain he's right. I can't just let him slip away from me again.

Scott's POV

My phone rang at 23:26 and when I saw who the caller was, I smiled. Actually, I grinned.

"Hey, it's Scott"

"Hey Scott!! It's Mitch. You wanna take a walk?"

"Uh, sure. Why not."

"Great. I'll meet you at your house in five."

"In five?" I replied but I'm quite sure he didn't hear it before he hung up.

I didn't.. Expect that. I didn't think he would have wanted to see me, and definitely not so soon after the last time. I thought he was already tired of me.

At first I was pleasantly surprised, but in a short while the anxiety started coming up on me. I couldn't help but continue thinking this was all a bad idea. I was still furious at Mitch and seeing him again made it so hard to be angry at him. He had looked so genuinely happy to see me, and when he hugged me, God, it was like my world was finally falling to place again.

I've been so sad for the past five years and I've kept seeing his success, it's been all over me and I've been so deeply jealous of him that I haven't been able to control it. I had started to despite him, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to let it go. But damn, that pretty creature made it hard not to.

Mitch's POV

I'm standing outside of Scott's house. For some reason I'm scared to ring the doorbell and as I get closer and closer to the door I debate whether to just leave and say I got sick.

That doesn't happen because before I know it, Scott is outside with me and we have already started walking.

"Where do you wanna go?" Scott asks me with his hands in his pockets as he walks.

"I don't know. I just wanted to walk, and talk to you. I've missed out on so much in your life and I guess I didn't want to miss out any more. And I wanted to know what I have been missing out on." I took a breath as I stopped walking to look Scott in the eyes, "So please fill me in. How have you actually been? What have you been doing? How many people have you dated? Damn, I don't even know where you live."

Scott got noticeably nervous and started moving his feet again. With a sigh he started talking, letting me in on what his life has been like. "Most of the time I've lived in New York. I still spend most of my time there, but I'm in LA more often now. At first I stayed in LA for two years with Alex." At this Scott had to stop to take a breath. It seemed to make him anxious and I started feeling bad for bringing all of this up. "When we broke up I couldn't handle it anymore and I moved to New York. I dated a few people over there, but nothing ever got too serious."

We stopped walking and sat down on a bench, looking out over the street in front of us. For a while none of us said anything, until I decided to break the silence.

"You're mad at me, aren't you?"

He doesn't look at me, just takes a long, deep breath before he opens his mouth.

"Yes." He takes another breath before he continues, and I take one too. "Fuck, Mitch, I've been so angry at you."

"'Have been?'" I say with a surprised voice, "are you not angry anymore?"

He stares out in to the quiet street in front of us with empty eyes, before he looks at me.

"Seeing you made it difficult to be angry with you. You're Mitch, for gods sake, and you're hard to be angry with. You're too kind, too great, too beautiful to be mad at. And that sucks. I want to be angry with you, but I just can't get myself to feel anything but great things for you. You're still Mitch. And you're not what my mind has created you to be like."

I'm left speechless and so is Scott. I start to cry and so does he. I stare out in to this quiet street, and so does he.

We sit there for a while, tears streaming down our faces. We sit there in silence. We sit there in silence as we hold each other's hands.

We sit there in silence until I let out a very quiet "I've missed you", and he lets out a very quiet "I've missed you too".