Silent (Scomiche)

Gorgeous Blonde & Flowers

Mitch knew it wasn't really Scott's fault, but he wouldn't bare telling himself it was his own, even if it was.

Hell, it was completely his fault. He didn't have to tell Scott anything, and he never said he couldn't tell Kirstie. Though it wasn't the smartest thing, Mitch knew it wasn't Scott's fault.

He lays in his bed, his head throbbing from the sound of his text ring tone going off every few seconds. He wouldn't stop texting Mitch, even when he told him not too.

They all were him trying to convince Mitch to come to his house, or to meet him somewhere "private". Mitch didn't know if he wanted to or not, but he though it was best if he didn't.

He looks at the most recent one, reading "I'll just come over if you don't answer me."

He gets chills, not wanting to see the boy at all.
Mitch replies, not wanting to, but wanting to keep him from showing up uninvited.

Please don't, Travis.

He quickly replies, telling Mitch he was happy that he replied.

A few minutes of texting, telling him not to show up, didn't seem to do the trick. The doorbell rings, leaving Mitch in awe. He couldn't believe Travis had actually showed up. He looks out of his window, sighing when he sees Scott's car.

But he couldn't answer.

He had too answer, Scott knew he was home, he had told him he was.

He didn't want to face him, to look at his poor eyes from Mitch telling him everything was his fault when it really wasn't. But he needed to apologize, so he slowly makes his way to the door.

When he opens it, he can't help but smile. At the door stands the gorgeous blonde he had been getting close with. He looks tired and worried. In his hands is a bouquet of flowers. He holds them out.

"I'm so unbelievably sorry, Mitch." He says. Mitch sighs, taking the flowers and pulling the tall boy into a hug. Scott sighs in relief when their bodies connect. Mitch pulls his wrist inside, letting him sit on his couch.

He grabs is notebook, opening it to a page and writing him a note.

No, I'm sorry. It wasn't your fault, I just needed someone to blame and I chose you and I can't believe I did it.

"But I shouldn't of told Kirstie. It was wrong and I'm sorry."

It's okay. I forgive you.

"Are you sure? I'd understand if you don't..."

I am 100% sure. Thank you for the flowers. They were a nice way for you to apologize.

"Those weren't for my apology."

Huh?

"I bought those because I wanted to give them to someone special, not to beg for your forgiveness, although I ended up doing that anyway." Mitch blushes, holding the flowers close to him.

You think I'm special?

"More than special." Mitch blushes again, the moment ruined when another knock comes from the door. This time, it was rough, like someone was banging on it.

Mitch opens it, trying to slam it shut when Travis appeared on the other side. He catches the door, easily being able to push Mitch back. He invites himself in, glaring down Scott when entering.

Mitch walks back in terror. Scott finds his way to place himself protectively behind Mitch.

"You're not cheating on me, right Mitchy?" Travis asks. Scott's eyebrows fury, moving in curiosity.