Colorful Words

Sick Day

"Guess fate was just as impatient as I was." Mitch replied smiling at the tall sickly man in an endearing way. "Do you wanna hang out or something? I'm free today if you are."

Scott considered ignoring the fact he was sick to hang around Mitch, but decided against it knowing the art showcase was on Friday and he could not afford to still be sick by then.

"I uhh.. I actually don't feel that great and really need to get to feeling better. I have a lot to do on Friday and really have to get better before then." he replied.

Mitch frowned, "I'm sorry that you're sick. Hopefully I'll see you around then?"

"Yeah definitely." Scott replied. "Oh, speaking of Friday, there's this art showcase I'm going to. Would you want to go with me?"

"This this the same show case you were very excited about the other day?"

"Yes, that would be the one."

"I'd love to go. Wont your art be in it?"

"Yeah, it will." Scott replied shyly.

"I would be honored to go with you to it." Mitch replied smiling. "Can I buy you coffee today at least? Remember, we decided to leave it to fate and fate decided."

"Okay first off, you're the one who said to leave it to fate. I had nothing to do with the decision." Scott teased in reply.

Mitch handed Kirstin a $5 bill and smirked at Scott. "See you on Friday then?"

Scott nodded as Mitch walked out the front door of the coffee shop. Scott had zoned out when Kirstin's voice snapped him back into reality.

"Looks like Scotty got himself a date?" Kirstin teased as she handed him his usual order of coffee.

"Scotty got himself a date but still no number." He replied shrugging. "I better get going. I have some Netflix to catch up on." He pushed the door open with his shoulder and left the shop to go back home.

When he returned to his house he immediately flopped onto the couch, pulling a blanket over himself, burying most of his face. As he began falling asleep he thought of the elusive boy he had met just a few days prior and he thought about what red could mean.

He woke up to his phone ringing and a knock on his door occurring simultaneously. He sat up, stretching his arms before answering the phone. "Hello?" He answered groggily as he approached the door. As he opened the door he was met by Mitch who was on the phone with him.

Mitch nervously waved, "I felt bad that you were sick so I thought I'd come by and take care of you." He said as he hung up the phone and slid it into the pocket of his leather jacket.

"Should I be concerned about how you got my number and my address?"

"Kirstin gave them to me. If the cops ever come after you for something she if not your ally." He joked.

Scott opened the door wider and motioned for Mitch to come in. "I was going to watch something on Netflix and take a nap. Nothing exciting."

"I'm sure it'll be thrilling." Mitch replied as he removed cans of soup and a box of tea bags out of a grocery bag and set ten on the counter. "Now you go get comfortable and I'll bring you some soup in a moment. Where are your pans?"

Scott motioned to the cabinet where he keeps them and then proceeded to lay on the couch again in the same position he had been in. As he glanced up at Mitch from behind the arm of the couch his senses were flooded with the color of red, but Scott still couldn't pinpoint what it meant to him. Quickly he drifted off to sleep, again thinking about Mitch.

A/N: Yay!! Finally an update. Sorry it's been so long. I'll try to post at least once a week. Make sure to leave comments and let me know what you think!!