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Mitch was packing for Nashville when Scott sent him a text.

Scottie- Not home yet. Can you get my suitcase down.

Mitchie- Of course

Mitch smiled and went into Scott's room to grab his suitcase.

Mitch set it on Scott's bed and walked back into his own room to continue packing.

Mitch, of course, packed his favorite outfit. The Acne Studios sweatshirt and a black pair of skinny jeans.

"Of baby". Scott called, walking through the front door.

Scott walked into Mitch's bedroom walking up to Mitch and hugging him from behind, Scott set his head on Mitch's shoulder. "I missed you". Scott said.

Mitch giggled. "You've only been gone for an hour".

"But I still miss you". Scott said, kissing Mitch's neck.

Mitch laughed. "Scott, stop it. Go pack". He said, pushing Scott away.

Scott put his hand on his chest, acting offended. "Fine, but were continuing this later". Scott said walking away to go pack.

****

They are now driving to the airport, ready to leave for Nashville.

"I love Nashville". Mitch said staring out his window.

Scott laughed. "We're not even there yet".

"I know. O when we get there can we go to Crema"?  Mitch asked.

Scott raised his eyebrows. "What's Crema".

Mitch smiled. "It's a really good coffee place there. I got it last time we were there".

"Okay, of course we can go to Crema". Scott said smiling at Mitch.

Mitch reached over to push Scott's face away from him to look at the road. "Your gonna make us crash". Mitch said giggling.

Scott giggled. "Okay sorry". He said looking at the road.

"I love you". Mitch said.

"I love you too baby".

***

Scott, Mitch, Kirstie, Avi, Kevin, Ben, Ester, Jake, Darien, Mario and Alex were now all boarding the plane. (If I left anyone out please leave a comment and I'll insert them somewhere in the story)

"Scott you have to tell Mitch". Kirstie whispered to Scott.

"No I can't". Scott replied.

"Why not"? Kirstie asked.

"Because". Scott's voice lowered. "I don't want him to leave me".

****

*angry reader throws book at me*

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