Control - Scomiche

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The ringing in his ears would not leave. The cool air circulated around his room as the window panes shifted side to side as the fresh spring breeze chased them away. Mitch Grassi was waiting for the drowning in his ears to stop humming to the point of unreachable. This was a normal thing for Mitch to feel. The cramps in his gut while his stomach screamed for food. Or shivering when it was eighty degrees out.

Food was not on his agenda. How could food ever be?

The thought of actual slimy calories sliding down his throat and the fatty tissues he would wear on his own thighs was not in the slightest bit appealing.

Because who wanted somebody fat and ugly? No one with common sense. Ever since last year, Mitch dropped tremendously. The jeans he used to wear now hang in his closet as a warning to never go back. Although everyone thought he just exercised way more and ate only gluten free foods, Mitch's story was the opposite. Why wouldn't he want to stay skinny for was he still too fat?

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It was time for their music video for Cheerleader. Mitch and Scott both knew they had to be there at five am and with not seeing their friends in a while Mitch was greeted with a lot of hugs and a chorus of 'Hi how are yous' and ' Haven't seen you in a whiles' and 'What happened to your beard?'

Mitch rolled his eyes while embracing Kirste and nodding at the others. Kirstie's last remark was the one who sparked a negative vibe in the usually calm brown eyed boy.

"Mitch, you've gotten so skinny, do you even eat?"

"What the hell Kirste I am fat jeez I literally binge on pizza!" Mitch snapped looking away angrily and proceeded to enter the building.

He knew it was rude of him to snap like that but what else was there.

You're still fat.

The three words drowned in his head as he made it up to the stairs and towards the back end of the studio.

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Scott mumbled a sorry to Kirste who seemed hurt as she turned away to face the other two. Without saying anymore Scott followed Mitch inside.

"Mitch?"

"What!" Mitch was already close to the dressing rooms when he snapped.

"What was that back there? Kirste hasn't seen us in weeks and you treat her like that? What's wrong?"

Like Scott always was with disappointing blue eyes making Mitch want to throw himself at the older male and tell him everything.

You're an attention seeker.

Sighing Mitch went back to the front just as Kirste, Kevin, and Avi made it in.

Mitch embraces her. "Sorry Kirste I am just tired I didn't mean to snap at you."

Her brown eyes twinkled pulling away from Mitch. "It's fine I think getting up too early on a Saturday isn't your thing is it, Mitch?"

Mitch shook his head as all five of them were soon surrounded by managers and costume designers. Mitch thought he might just pass out because of the sudden closeness. Although he chooses to ignore it.

"MITCH ITS A HIGH C NOT G!"

The annoyance in Scott's voice got to Mitch's insides. His face burned in shame.

"Sorry?"

"No, you keep messing up today, what wrong?" Scott asked turning from the microphone towards Mitch. The recording studio directors glanced at each other then back at Mitch. Kirste, Kevin, and Avi were waiting just outside the fiberglass wall looking from Scott to Mitch with questioning gazes.