inseparable

Chapter 7

A/N

Sorry this chapter literally took forever. Hope you all had a great new year and that your first week of the year has been good!

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Scott's POV

As we walked in to the restaurant my nerves started to show. What if Mitch just agreed to this because he felt sorry for me?

"Scott, are you okay?" Mitch looked at me with pretty brown eyes, instantly calming me. With a smile I replied "yeah, course. Let's sit down, shall we?"

I received a smile back and as we sat down, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. In front of me was Mitch Grassi looking beautiful as ever. I wish I could say that things haven't changed at all, but as I look at him, I notice that they have. I don't look at him the same way I did ten years ago. Now I look at him with eyes filled with lust and more admiration than I ever have before. And believe me, I've looked at this boy with admiration before.

"Scott, you seem a little spaced out. Are you sure you're okay?" He did really look worried and I wanted to kiss him right then and there. My emotions confused me and I definitely wouldn't let them get to actions. I couldn't ruin this.

"Yes, sorry. You just look really beautiful." His cheeks turned red as I complimented him, and he looked so cute.

"Why thank you, Hoying. So do you." Now it was my cheeks' turn to become warm and red. God, what was this boy doing to me?

"Thank you as well, Grassi. Maybe we should order?"

"Sounds like a good idea to me. What do you want?" Mitch looked down on the menu in front of him. "Personally I want a salad, my mom told me they have really great ones here."

"A salad? Really?"

"Don't come for me! I've been trying to eat healthier." Mitch said with a laugh he obviously tried to hide, but he didn't really succeed with the hiding part.

"Alright, I'll take a salad too then." He smirked at this, giving me a satisfied look.

We ordered our salads and when they arrived I was surprised with how amazing it looked. "This actually looks good."

"I told you! Try it. You'll want to eat salads for the rest of your life."

I took a bite and again, I was surprised. With a full mouth I tried to say "Thhus thastes incwedible!" Mitch just laughed and said "chew! I can't hear you." After some chewing I tried again, "this tastes incredible."

"I knew you'd like it!"

"I love it! I never thought these words would come out of my mouth, but I think I want to eat salads for the rest of my life."

"See! It's amazing. Eating healthy can be so hard, but when they make it this delicious, it's kind of easy."

"Maybe I should try it. Eating healthy hasn't really been my priority."

"Well, it's never too late to start." I received a pretty smile, and I smiled back at him.

"So", I started, putting down my fork and knife."I feel like I don't really know what you've doing for the past years. I mean, I've seen media's presentation of you, but I haven't heard your story. How have you been?" I asked in between chewing my delicious salad.

It took a while for him to answer, first it was the chewing and then he just went quiet. He didn't look at me once, and I started getting scared I had said something stupid. Just when I was about to open my mouth and tell him I was sorry, he opened his. "Things haven't been great. I mean, sure, my career never stopped going up, but it wasn't easy." He took a breath and finally looked at me. "When we were in pentatonix we stayed so humble and passionate about what we were doing. Now I was all alone and I forgot how to act like a decent human being. Just recently I started getting myself back together. But things weren't easy for me either, Scott."

He took a bite of his salad and I probably should have said something, but I stayed quiet. I just waited. "All the boys you probably saw me with online, they never lasted for long. A few days, the best ones a week. Some took me out for dinner, but usually all we did was fuck." He said with a disgusted and bothered tone, "And of course, media wouldn't leave me alone and they always found me going out with any of these boys. And it was posted and God, every day I saw a new article about me having a new boyfriend. I stopped caring about everything and I drowned myself in alcohol and these god damn boys. I got addicted to both alcohol and sex." I was left speechless and all I did was stare.

"But, gladly, I had some good friends and some really great parents. They had working eyes and they did go online and they obviously saw me with all these boys. After a while, they got worried. My parents flew to see me and they saw me at my absolute worst. I was laying in my apartment that I hadn't cleaned for months. It looked awful and so did I. I had forgotten the last time I showered. I was completely broken down, and I thought there was no way out." I tried to imagine the Mitch in front of me dirty and depressed, but I could barely see it. Of course I had seen him broken and sad during our long friendship, but I had always been there to comfort him and to make him feel better.

"They tried to get me to go to rehab, but I refused. Instead I agreed to go to therapy twice a week and I promised to take better care of myself. My parents went home and I instantly relapsed. Gladly, since they had taken such good care of me, I cried for help. I called a few friends and they all helped me get back on my feet. I couldn't stay alone and no one would let me either." He took a long breath before he continued. "I still have relapses and I still have bad days. I must say though, I'm happy. I'm truly happy for the first time in many years."

I let out a short "woah", feeling breathless. I wasn't even the one who was telling the story. There were too many thoughts inside my head and I started crying. Mitch instantly noticed. "Baby, what's wrong?" He took my hand and squeezed it, hard.

"I... I'm", words apparently didn't feel like leaving my mouth and at the realization that I was crying in public I felt even more panicked.

But, to my comfort, there was a brown-eyed goddess in front of me calming me down. "Scott. Calm down, talk to me. It'll be okay, you're okay."

"It's just." I looked down at my almost-finished-salad, letting out a big and loud sigh. "I always thought you had the perfect life. Realizing you didn't makes me feel like a fucking idiot. I've been laying in my bed feeling sorry for myself and I've been telling myself how much of a failure I am because I didn't make it, but you did." I couldn't stand looking at him, I felt so disgusting, so wrong. Yet, I continued. "It makes me feel awful knowing that not once that it ever occur to me that you didn't have to have the perfect life. It didn't occur to me that you were a human being who actually had feelings. I made you in to some sort of victim and I hate myself for it. You're wonderful and shit. I'm sorry, Mitch."

I was expecting a slap or maybe that he would leave me. I surely didn't expect for Mitch to walk over to me and I sure as hell didn't expect for Mitch to kiss me.

But he did, and he left me breathless. His lips against mine felt like perfection itself. It was the best kiss I've had in years, maybe even in my entire life.

When his lips left mine I let out a shaky breath, and before he could say anything, I pressed my lips against his again.

In that moment, everything felt right. In that moment, all our problems faded away and in that moment, I think I might have fallen in love.