Control - Scomiche

6

It's quite again. And Scott knows this.

Mitch is now in his room and even if Scott would check on him he wouldn't. Because Mitch hasn't discovered what Scott's done yet.

As for Mitch his headphones are now in, drowning out any audible noise and listening to a mellow station. Scott didn't have the heart to peek in, because Mitch was in a good mood and Scott was not going to undo that.

-

Scott was extremely nervous on the way back from the cafe, not because of Mitch's change in attitude but the change in his facial expressions. Maybe Mitch just needed a little something to make him better. Scott did not have a single word that he needed to let out so he turned on the radio and let the music do the talking as they speed down the highway with ease.

Dr. Bolton prepared him for this.

"-Because Scott, one minute he might be happy and full of life and then the next he could be dead. "

Those words haunted in the back of Scott's mind. Because if Mitch couldn't control what he felt eighty-nine percent of the time, how was Scott suppose to help him? He knew it was going to be hard for Mitch anyway, and besides they had a tour in a couple of weeks. How were they suppose to handle it if Mitch was still not his best?

Scott knew that Mitch was going to throw a fit when he saw the apartment which literally looked like a child-proof classroom. And Mitch was a drama queen at best when he did not get his way.

-

So when they got home Mitch went straight into his room and locked himself away from the world. Scott tried to ignore the sensation of going to check on his friend.

Suddenly the door opened producing muffled music drowning out through headphones. Mitch was barefoot his fingers clasped a head set and a mini iPod. Scott looked up from his seat on the couch.

"Hey."

There was a short pause as Mitch waited expectantly for Scott to speak.

"Hey."

Mitch nodded as if their silence was a gesture of solidarity. Feet patted their way to the sofa as Mitch sat down next to Scott. Looking straight at him Scott could tell something was wrong. Scott's features changed into a confused expression.

"What?"

"I went to take a shower and I couldn't find my razors. Do you have any I can use?"

Scott's muscles tensed. Calm down Scott and just tell him the truth don't bring this into a trust issue.

But it was a trust issue.

"No, I threw them out." Scott looked directly into Mitch's eyes and tried to make it seem it was not a big deal.

Mitch's brows furrowed. "What? Why, Scott I literally just bought a new pack."

Mitch adjusted his sitting position looking at his friend with a confused look. "Why would you-"

"WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU THROW OUT MY RAZORS!"

Mitch's jaw clenched, "Its because you don't trust me."

Scott shrugged, "Its not that-"

"Oh yes it is Hoying." Mitch's expressions changed again, the tiny dimples pulled back as the pink blush tightened at his jawline. "You honestly don't trust me, don't think I'm stupid and don't see that the knives from the kitchen set are gone!"

"Looks like it." Scott's face remained expressionless.

Mitch's fists bawled as he stood up and stormed off to his bedroom. "Don't ever let him stray too far," Scott followed Dr. Bolton's words and quickly got up and followed Mitch into his room. The brown eyed man stormed straight into his bathroom shooting nasty glares at Scott's entry. Mitch grabbed the waste bin and started tearing the continents to the floor. Energy drinks knocked against each other clanking them together hit the sides of the shower. "The hell Scott?"