(A/N- I'm taking creative liberties in this one, for some of the details.)
Mitch's point of view
"Fiji? Really, Scott? You want me to come with you and Alex to FIJI?! Are you serious?" I yelled at the blonde in front of me.
He looked at me, confused. "Yah... What's wrong with that? You would love Fiji, with all the beachfront and everything. I thought that it would be a nice vacation for us, and that you'd enjoy it. I know it's not dinner with Bjork in Iceland, but it could be nice!"
His excited blue eyes held nothing but confusion at my outburst. I sighed. I guess he really can't tell... Oh well.
"No, it's fine. Better than sitting on the couch with Wyatt and getting drunk, I guess."
He looked hurt. "Oh... I had thought that... Never mind. Do you want to come with us? We have a ticket for you, but if you'd rather stay home, we can give it to someone else."
I had never seen him so affected by something that I had said. "NO! I mean, yes! I mean... ARGH! I'll go to Fiji!"
He smiled, and wrapped me in a quick hug. "Thanks, Mitchy. I know that you're going to love it!" He then left, to go meet up with Alex for a date.
As soon as I heard the lock click shut, and steps disappear down the hallway, I let out an exasperated scream.
Wyatt looked at me, started.
"Sorry, Wyatt. I didn't mean to scare you." I sat down on the couch beside the cat, and started petting him. "Can he really not tell? Am I that discreet, or is he that blind? I hate when he just leaves, and goes to Alex. I mean, Alex is a good guy, he just... He took the only guy I wanted."
Wyatt meowed at me, and I sighed. "I guess I better get packed for Fiji. You coming?" Wyatt jumped off the couch, and followed me to my room.
I threw some of my favourite clothes into my suitcase, and was about to zip it up when I heard a bang come from Scott's room.
I ran there to see what it was.
It turns out that his mirror had fallen. It didn't break, but it was on the ground.
I reached for it, to hang it back on the wall, when I noticed a small notebook taped to the back.
Should I...? No, it would be betraying his trust. But I want to see it... I can't, that wouldn't be right! Well... Just a peek couldn't hurt anyone, right? He'll never know...
Before I knew what I was doing, I had reached for the book, and opened it.
Sept. 04, 2013
I don't know what to do anymore. He's driving me crazy! Yes, I love him, but I don't know what to do!
Nov. 28, 2013
His smile is intoxicating. I love everything about him, from his awkwardness to his humour. I love the colour of his eyes, and his laugh makes my day. He obviously doesn't know what he does to me.
Dec. 28, 2013
Missing him so much already! Is this even normal, this addiction to him?
Feb. 22, 2014
I could talk to him all day, and I wish that I could tell him how I REALLY feel. I think that because I have other boys that I'm close to, he can't tell how crazy I am about him.
I stopped reading, and put the book back. Clearly, Scott was crazy about Alex. I just had to accept it, and stop pining over something I could never have.
I put the mirror back on the wall, and went back to packing.
I was done quite quick, and ended up just sitting down and watching spongebob with Wyatt.
I fell asleep on the couch, Wyatt curled up beside me.
Scott's point of view
When I got back from my date, I noticed that Mitch was passed out on the couch. Wyatt meowed a greeting to me from Mitch's arms, and I draped a blanket over them, before heading to my room.
I noticed Mitch had already packed for the trip, and in his touring suitcase. I bit my lip at that one, as he only used that one on formal trips, not personal ones.
I had assume by his reaction when I suggested the trip that he wasn't happy to be going. I wondered why, though. I had chosen Fiji for all the opportunities it had for Mitch. I guess that I didn't know him very well anymore.
I headed into my room, and flopped on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I was thinking about the movie that Alex and I had seen, thinking about Mitch and his reactions, and about what to bring to Fiji.
I sat up, and looked in the mirror. Wait... Is it crooked? I jumped off the bed and went to the mirror, slipping my hand behind it to my book. It was where I had left it, thank god. I removed it, and grabbed a pen.
He's really confusing me right now. Like, we had a good time yesterday, and today he seems really distant. Did I do something wrong again? I would hate if I lost him. I need him.
I read my small entry again, cringed at my neediness, and threw it at the bottom of my suitcase.
An hour later I was packed, and my vacation suitcase sat in the hall beside Mitch's.
I sighed, and went to bed. Tomorrow, we leave for Fiji, and I need a good sleep.
