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Chapter 12

Scott's P.O.V:

"Hey Scott?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you remember when we were younger, and you used to tell me that you got these 'visions' all the time? I totally ate that shit up, haha."

I squirmed slightly in my seat, chuckling dryly as the purple-haired Italian faced me fully from his position on the couch. "Mitchie...this is gonna sound really cra--"

Ring ring.

He sighed apologetically before rising from the couch and tapping the answer button. As he took the call, Nan came up to me; a pleasant smile stretched across her painted lips. "Hello, honey~ When did you get over here?"

I stretched out slightly, a small whine escaping from me whilst I did so. "Well, I came over about ten a.m. to bring Mitchell some coffee, then I took Matthias to the park while Mitch got some things cleaned up around the house."

"I was gonna ask about that! I need to thank him when he gets off the phone."

I nodded, exchanging a few more comfortable pleasantries until she excused herself to use the restroom. I stood then, stretching again and slowly making my way across the polished mahogany and towards the kitchen for a light snack. I'd been spending much more time here now that Travis was in jail and Mitchie remembered me. The memory of his amnesia over my existence (no pun intended) lulled a breathy chuckle from my lips; speaking of, they were chapped and I need to find some coconut oil soon.

I thought about Halloween-- it was coming up soon and Matthias didn't have a costume yet. Was he being taken trick-or-treating this year? Why am I planning things for someone else's kid?

Another chuckle.

"You laugh to yourself a lot more than I realized." My hand slowed its journey into a wooden cabinet, glancing at the man leaning against the counter.
"Really? I do it all the time."

Mitch snorted, looking down at his socks. "Well anyways, I wanted to tell you that a friend of mine is performing downtown tonight as part of a rendition of the Nightmare Before Christmas."
My ears perked up at the sound-- which sounded awesome. "That's a thing that's happening?!"
"Yeah! Do you remember Nathan Sharp? He's playing Jack."

"Of course I do. He was in every musical we ever did for CATS." I ripped open a package of Oreos and ran my thumb over the cookie's rough texture. "That's so funny, that he'd end up living in L.A. too."

"We should duet sometime, like old times!"

"...No," Mitch laughed gently, ignoring the way I cleared my throat and quickly warmed up.

"C'mon, Mitchie-- fly me to the moon, and let me play amoung the sta--"

"NO, I am not partaking in this CHEESE!"

I sighed in defeat, my feet lightly tapping a rhythm into the wooden cabinet below me. "Fine, fine."

There was a collective (but comfortable) sigh from the two of us before Mitch piped up once more, resting his hand near mine and causing my heart to jolt slightly from my chest-- a reaction I'm not sure will ever go away.

"Mom offered to watch Matt again when I go, thank god. He's way too rowdy for theatre. Nate invited me to play one of the three vampires, but I have a brat to take care of now."

We both laughed at the jape whilst I pushed myself up onto the counter next to him to sit.

"To be honest, I'm very impressed at how well-behaved he is. You really have a knack with this parenting thing, if I never mentioned my thoughts on that before."

"Yeah..." He turned to observe the way rain was currently pouring from the sky, the sound offering only one of two feelings: comfort or sorrow. I shifted my weight for a moment, pushing myself up onto my hands to give my ass a break from the unforgiving density of the brown marble counters. Mitch pulled out his phone suddenly, reminding me of what I was going to tell him not 20 minutes before. He searched up Nathan's YouTube channel, or 'Nate' as I recall from school; under the alias of NateWantsToBattle. His hard brown eyes lit up the screen with a kind of endearing determination while he hummed soft tones into his microphone-- beginning a rock version of "What's This?" from the musical he would soon be performing in. "This is the song that landed him the part, as I'm sure you'd guess. I think the mask is a nice touch."

"He's cuute," I mused, smiling at his fair complexion. "We could be ear stretching buddies."

"So... do you want to go with me?" I looked over to him, a soft smile playing on my lips. I didn't answer him; rather, became swiftly lost in the layers of his eyes, somehow so complex and dramatic despite the dark shade. I'd spent so much of my life marveling over him, drinking in every detail as often as I could-- hopelessly devoted to his olive skin and fluffy charcoal hair. Even as a young child I couldn't stay away from his magnetic personality, ranging from savagely sassy to impenetrable kindness. Mitchell Grassi was addictive.

"U-um, Scott, are you alright?"

Little did I realize that I'd been eyeing him down like a hungry animal throughout the process of my thoughts, but this didn't cause me to sway. Instead I reached out, gently taking his shoulder and tugging him to stand between my legs. He obliged, a confused expression adorning his currently flushed face. Nate continued to play from his phone-- his acapella cover of Bonetrousle (Undertale) filling the air with mystery and suspense.

"I want to kiss you," I breathed out: not registering anything besides the plump lips that were exhaling mint into an otherwise sandalwood-scented kitchen. His breath hitched in surprise, eyelids giving a light flutter at the intensity of my gaze. The final 'bop' was given from Nathan's song, a silence trailing in its heels that filled the inactivity around us.

"...Then do it."