Travis - Scömìche Fanfic

Chapter 3

"Pizza's here!"

Mitch stood up from his bed and walked into the living room, watching Scott pay the delivery man.

"Thank you!"

Scott closed the door, walked into the kitchen, and set down the food on the counter with Mitch following behind.

Mitch took a sniff of the pizza and cheesy bread.

"That smells so fricking good... But it's so fattening..." Mitch thought.

Scott opened the box to see all the food still warm and steaming.

Mitch's stomach growled and he quickly clutched it.

"Someone's hungry," Scott chuckled.

Mitch smiled and watched Scott get the plates and put a slice on each one along with a piece of cheesy bread.

Scott held up one of the plates to Mitch.

Mitch slowly lifted his hands and grabbed the plate, thanking him.

Scott nodded back and grabbed his plate to go watch TV.

Mitch started to walk to his room when Scott said something.

"What?" Mitch asked, not hearing what his best friend had said.

"Come watch TV with me, you've always been in your room and I hardly see you anymore. You're always so busy."

Mitch's stomach dropped.

He hesitantly walked over and sat next to Scott.

He put his plate on the coffee table and leaned back to see SpongeBob (of course) playing.

As he watched the cartoon, he felt warmth wrap around his shoulders.

Mitch looked up to see Scott's arm wrapped around him while he used the other one for eating.

Scott felt Mitch's glance and looked down at him.

"Go on, eat."

Mitch looked back to the TV and melted into Scott's touch.

He was so much warmer than Travis.

But Mitch could also feel Scott's concern for him not eating.

So, he reached for his pizza and took a small bite, his hand trembling terribly.

Mitch quickly set the pizza down and scrunched up his face.

He managed to swallow the food in his mouth, feeling the fat and carbs slide down his throat.

Scott instantly took notice. "Does it taste bad? Are you cold?"

Mitch just shook his head and cuddled deeper into Scott's touch.

They continued to watch SpongeBob, a few chuckles here and there from the two.

"Just a reminder, we have a Pentatonix meeting tomorrow at 10:00 am. It's for planning our next tour."

Mitch nodded and whispered, "ok."

Scott wrapped around Mitch tighter and finished his dinner, while seeing Mitch's dinner still on his plate, barely touched except for that one bite.