Silent (Scomiche)

Round, Purple Sunglasses

Mitch was a generally happy person, he lived life to the fullest and enjoyed every minute of it.

But that wouldn't be the same if he could actually remember the things could break it down, break him.

If he could remember how uncontrollable he felt, how wild and untamed. How he felt as if no one would care if he mysteriously disappeared from this Earth.

But he didn't remember, so Mitch was okay. He was happy. He didn't think about how he affected his parents and friends, he didn't think about wasting a life because he was happy, and happy people don't think about those things.

"Earth to Mitch?" Kirstie calls. Mitch snaps out of his trance, making eye contact with Kirstie immediately. "Are you good with going to the beach today? You're feeling okay?" Mitch shakes his head: yes. Of course, he felt fine. He hadn't known how bad he felt the day before, so he felt normal, like nothing had even happened. She smiles. "I have some of your bathing suits and stuff, do you need to grab anything from home?"

"Nu-uh." Mitch squeals out. Kirstie smiles, grabbing her bathing suit out of a drawer, along with Mitch's. She tosses it at him, which results in him obviously missing it because he doesn't play sports. She chuckles, switching from her pajamas to bathing suit, Mitch doing the same.

Twenty minutes later, Mitch had his light purple hair brushed to the side, a black T-shirt, swimming trunks, and flip flops on. He was ready to go, grabbing a towel and some sunscreen to throw in a beach bag.

Kirstie puts some waters and snacks into a cooler, making everyone swear to not get sand into it. They all swear, and everyone squashes into the car.

Avi was driving, Kevin in the front seat. Kirstie and Esther in the back, and even farther sat Mitch and Scott, the last ones to the car.

Mitch didn't care, but Scott's legs were having some trouble find in a position. Mitch tries to get his attention, proposing an idea for his legs to go, but he doesn't see Mitch that easily.

"Superman!" Everyone looks back to Mitch, but his eyes were on Scott. Mitch points to his legs and then his lap.

"Are you sure?" Mitch nods, and Scott drapes his legs across Mitch's thigh, still barely fitting in the car. Mitch chuckles at Scott's insane height, he had to be at least 6 and a half feet tall(He isn't but whatever).

"They too heavy for you?" Scott asks Mitch and Mitch shakes his head, they weren't that heavy. They were just legs. "Good."

They reach the beach, everyone having about 110 items to bring down.

Mitch had the beach bag, his own chair, the beach blanket, and some boogie boards, almost toppling over with every step. Scott laughs, reaching his hands out and taking the chair from Mitch, adding to his collection of full hands. Mitch smiles at him and they continue down.

Thirty minutes into the beach and everyone was in the water, well, everyone but Mitch. He wasn't a good swimmer, and everyone knew not to push him about it.

A wet, shirtless, and very sexy-looking blonde walks up, sitting down next to the boy and taking a few gulps of his water bottle.

"Hey, Mitchy!" He greets. "You don't want to come in the water?"

"No, Superman." Mitch says, causing Scott to smile.

"Alright." Mitch leans forward, his hand going straight for Scott's face. He takes the round, purple sunglasses off of his face, putting them on his own and smiling at him.

"Wow, you look good in those, Mitch." Scott says, causing Mitch to jokingly pull them down a little and wink. Scott lets him use them, he didn't care that much anyway.

"Do you not like to swim?" Scott asks.

"No! No sw-sim." Mitch spits. Close enough, Scott knew what he was trying to say.

"Do you know how to?" Mitch nods.

"Nuh-uh."

"I'll hold you if you want to go in. I won't let anything happen to you and we won't go deep. I don't like you sitting here alone..." Mitch thinks about it, he hadn't been in a pool for almost a year, so the ocean seemed like a big step. "Come on, Mitchy. I won't let you get hurt, I promise."

Mitch cringes at the word, he had promised something that he wasn't sure he could keep. He hoped he would, but you could never be sure.

"Will you?" Mitch nods, very scared and nervous of what lies after the sand. Scott takes his hand, helping him up and walking to the water. He gets close to Mitch when their feet are engulfed in the ocean, Mitch immediately getting chills.

They walk deeper into the cold liquid, almost down to their hips. Well, Mitch's hips, not quite up to Scott's yet. Mitch was shaking and Scott could see it, so he tightened his grip on Mitch waist, letting him know he was right there with him.

They get a little deeper, Mitch suddenly feeling satisfied with the height they were, not wanting to walk any deeper. He stops Scott, letting him know they were deep enough. He got the hint, nodding and holding on the the boy.

"Do you like it?" Scott asks. Mitch really didn't know. He was terrified, but it was nice. He was nicely terrified. He shrugs his shoulders. Scott chuckles. "You still have my glasses on." Scott points out. He goes to take them off and give them back, but Scott stops him.

"You look better in them anyway." Mitch blushes. He wraps his arms around Scott's neck, holding on tighter when his worry and fear takes over more than his curiosity does. He panics.

"Superman!" He says, pointing back to the shore. Scott immediately understands, slowly leading the boy out of the water, back up to the towels. He wraps himself in a towel, laughing and smiling. Scott hugs him.

"Thanks for doing that with me." Scott says.

"Anytime, Anytime." Mitch wanted to say, but just clearly unable to.