Control - Scomiche

8

It was Monday.

The apartment switched to new sounds and different expressions. Mitch Grassi had himself propped up on the large couch. The four pillows were arranged in a certain order from biggest to smallest clouding Mitch's upper body in a warm marsh. The loose olive green sweat shirt encasing the blond haired boy more. A laptop was on his lap as he mindlessly scrolled through Twitter checking new updates.

Scott was close by, watching him. He was near, against Mitch's door frame or where his door used to be on the love seat. What was bothering him was he couldn't read Mitch's expressions or thoughts. Was he okay? Because he didn't know, he didn't know if Mitch was drowning in demons. with a shaky thoroughly, Scott mindlessly pulled his phone out. He tried to look at New Media's but his mind was luring towards the safari page. As he typed his hands shook.

Thousands of pages about depression and anorexia pulled up. Clicking on a page about Anorexia Nervosa, Scott scrolled down the tabs.

Symptoms of Anorexia:

This weight loss makes the patient appear gaunt, ill, pale, and even concaved in their midsections. Patients can quickly go from a size 10 to a size 2 while suffering from anorexia in a matter of weeks.

Scott's eyes widened, as he already knew Mitch was tiny but he hadn't been observing his diet as properly as he should have. Although Scott just always assumed that Mitch was healthier. And Scott didn't pay much attention. He cursed himself everyday since he found about Mitch's habits.

2. Restricting types of food such as foods that contain fats or sugars, also calorie counting is common.

Scott's eyes flashed back to his friend on the couch, his eyes crept over every inch of Mitch's frame, the sweatshirt was oversized and huge against his tiny bones. He wasn't in Mitch's head, he would never be in Mitch's head but Scott could tell and right now he couldn't understand what Mitch was feeling, different symptoms could lead to new solutions.

"Hey Scott?"

Scott looked up closing the tab and made eye contact to his friend.

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing? Mitch asked taking his laptop off his legs and standing up to walk over to his friend. Mitch was bored. Really bored.

"Browsing, hey what do you think of confetti at our show for the world tour?" Scott asked pulling up a new tab for confetti as concerts. Their tour would start in a couple of weeks and they needed to get ready for being on the road, and besides pre touring was happening and rehearsals were coming along. "Would the others like it?"

"It's cool I guess, but what about glow sticks? They might be easier to clean up."

"Good point what if-"

"Scott I'm bored," Mitch whined cutting in, flopping down on the love seat next to Scott making the tight squeeze seem easy as Mitch's head rested close to Scott's laptop.

"What do you want me to do about it, why don't you think of ideas for a new Superfruit videos for the tour on the road, the video we made last week after that one is already done. I don't know what we can do for the road."

"Ugh that's boring, I mean I love the fans but can't we just do QandAs'?"

Mitch's left arm draped over the backend of the love seat as he scooted around the laptop and rested his head against Scott's shoulder, staring at the new fan tab for getting fans into shows.

"No, Mitch we had a QandA last week. Not gonna happen. Just think of ideas or a challenge."

"I don't want to do that." Mitch muttered under his breath, shifting his position against Scott's shoulder. Platonic was their relationship. And Mitch didn't like it that way at all.