Control - Scomiche

13

AN: I am sorry I haven't updated, the first week of highschool is back up and I am literally being pulled with homework and stress from Drama and Chorus.

Scott woke up with a start being in Mitch's room and the small blond was curled up on Scott's shoulder. Scott smiled as he slowly crept out of the covers and headed into the kitchen to make some coffee and possibly attempt to wrestle the vegan bacon on the top shelf of the fridge. Scott proceeded to turn on the stove and put a pan on the electric heater as he slid two pieces of the grainy textures.

It was indecisive to try again but Scott wanted to make bacon for Mitch. Mitch's eating habits were really starting to improve. They were really starting to improve. So much that Scott could almost believe that Mitch was trying to get better.

Almost.

Scott was going to be on his guard. Because tour was in three days. And Scott didn't want this to get messed up

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Mitch woke up to the sizzling sound of bacon. Well grains and vegetables but still. Scott's trying that again is he? Mitch got up and followed his nose to the kitchen to where Scott was actually doing well not burning the grains.

"See your attempting again." Mitch laughed as he glided his hand against the counter. Scott looked over at his friends light pink cheeks and unhidden dimples in a small grin. I like it when you smile Mitch. "Ugh I'm so tired I am gonna go shower." Mitch complained, taking his hand off the counter and headed off back to his room leaving the door ajar. "I'll call you when the foods ready m'kay?" Scott called after, faintly hearing Mitch's uh huh response.

Just as Scott was getting the last piece of bacon onto a plate his phone rang from the counter top. Running over expectantly, hoping it was Esther about tour, Scott froze as the caller ID was the hospital that he took Mitch to.

Oh god, what do they want?

"H-hello?"

"Hi Mr. Hoying." Doctor Bolton's voice flooded over speakers. Scott shut his eyes, oh no. "How is Mr. Grassi holding up? I heard about your cat, I do hope he is doing better." Scott blinked. How could Dr. Bolton know about Wyatt?

"Sorry how'd you know about Wyatt?" Scott pressed. Dr Bolton did not seem to be one to by pass important issues and in fact he was a very smart man. Scott's insides churned.

"The nurse is a colleague of mine. She mentioned you two and your cat had smashed a vase on top of him. But the injuries did not seem as like a vase could have hit him. It seemed more forced. That's why I called."

Scott gulped, "do you think I or Mitch..."

"I feel like I want to check up on your friend. You said you have tour in a couple of days am I right?"

"Uh um yes in three days, we leave on the 23rd." Scott coughed. Oh god he knows Mitch hit Wyatt. What is he gonna do? Will he take Mitch away from me?

"Oh that's soon, you leave on the third day. I am sorry to ask of this of you but do you think you could bring Mr. Grassi to the hospital tomorrow? Around four? I'm sure you have a lot of packing to do before your world tour." Dr. Bolton insisted.

To Scott he was terrified but then maybe Dr. Bolton could find out why Mitch was acting stranger and especially with Wyatt and denying things. "That's fine I will bring him, thank you goodbye." Scott clicked the hang up button as Mitch slid in drying his blond hair smiling sweetly in his usual sweatshirt and sweatpants. "Are you setting me up?" He joked as he leaned on the counter out of the kitchen.

"Uh no can you edit our new video?" Scott asked, normally he would but Mitch needed to at points. Mitch frowned, "I'll do it tomorrow."

"No because we're going to the hospital tomorrow." Scott spoke calmly.