Yeah, I've been gone for quite a while. I don't have any excuses. My muses left me quite abruptly after my files crashed. I'm desperately trying to wrangle them back. Just...be patient with me. Please?
I love you all, my darlings.
Scott juggles the pan in one hand for a minute, the other desperately holding his phone to his left ear. "I just don't get it, Mitchie. I mean, he's totally all for posting pictures of us that are all cute and stuff. But, when we go out in public, well, you know! He gets all introverted and doesn't want to touch me or anything! Even holding his hand is hard because he keeps pulling away from me."
Scott places the pan down onto the burner and sprays some non-stick coating onto it. "I mean, I understand that public displays of affection aren't his thing. That's completely understandable. But, I'm his boyfriend for fuck's sake. Shouldn't I be able to hold his hand when we're hanging out with friends, whom know us really well and know we're dating, mind you. It's not like I expect us to make out in front of complete strangers."
Scott pours a batter into the pan and grabs a spatula. "So, anyway, I tried to talk to him about it. I've tried a couple of times, actually, but none of the conversations were as serious as this one. We sat down over coffee at his place, and I mentioned how he goes from zero to a hundred when it comes to showing affection in public versus in private. And you know what he said?"
Scott flips the pancake. "The motherfucker said that the only reason he really touched me in the first place when we're in public was in case someone took pictures of us that ended up online. Like, what the fuck? Who says shit like that? So, I asked him about all of the affection in private. His response was that he enjoyed my company. Not that he loved me. Not that he even liked me. Only that he liked the contact between us."
Scott flips the pancake again to make sure both sides are a golden brown. "I told him to get the hell out and not come back. If he was in the relationship to raise his popularity on Instagram, he would have to find some other attention-seeking whore, because I was no longer doing anything with him."
Scott carefully slides his food onto a waiting plate and turns the stove off. "I'm happy to be rid of him, and I'm happy I know the truth. It still hurts, though. I gave that guy six months of my life that I could have spent with someone else, someone who would have treated me right. Or, I could have at least been enjoying the life of a bachelor. Which, I guess, is what I will have to do now."
Scott sighs heavily into the phone, slumping in his chair. "I don't know, Mitch. The others are probably going to have mixed reactions. That's what happens when you both have the same close friends, I guess. I think that's what I'm worried about the most. I'm sure the fans will understand, and so will Kirstie, undeniably."
Scott becomes quiet. "You understand, right Mitchie? You get why I called it off?"
Scott chuckles. "Of course you do. You're my best friend. Plus, you said you got a weird vibe from him anyway. I should have listened to you."
Scott takes a sip of juice. "I should probably go. I still haven't eaten breakfast yet, and I wanted to go to the gym later. Bye, Mitchie! Thanks for the help!"
Mitch stares blankly at his phone and blinks a couple of times. "Yeah, no problem."
