The Side He Doesn't See

Chapter 7

Scott

We arrive home from tour rehearsals, and crash on the couch.

"What a hectic day!" I tell Mitch, pulling him onto my lap. He sits in between my legs, then curls up into a ball. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him impossibly closer.

We lay down, not talking, enjoying each others company.

"Kit asked me if I wanted to go shopping with her, then out for a quick dinner. Do you want to come?" Mitch asks out of no where, breaking the silence.

"Nah, I think I'm good. I'm so tired and I want to finish season four of Game of Thrones." I tell him, kissing the back of his neck.

"Oh okay," Mitch says, a little bit of disappointment in his voice. "I'm gonna go get ready now." He wiggles out of my grip, and makes his way upstairs to our bedroom.

I smile at myself. Our. I will never get sick of that word. Our bedroom. Our bathroom. Our home.

I sit down on the couch, scrolling through all my social media.

Mitch comes down in a pair of black, ripped skinny jeans and a Vetements hoodie. Why does he always look so damn attractive? 

"I'm going now, I'll be back around 8:30, 9ish." He says grabbing his wallet. I get off the couch, and give him a light kiss on the lips.

"Bye, I love you." I tell him. He smiles up at me.

"Love you too." He says, smiling.

He walks out of the door. I watch him as he jumps in the passenger seat of Kirstie's car. He smiles at me one last time and waves. I wave back, then close the door.

I make my way to the bedroom and turn on the TV. I scroll through Netflix, deciding what to watch when I suddenly remembered what I wanted to watch earlier.

After a good two hours of nothing but Game of Thrones. I check my phone to see if I have any messages or calls from Mitch.

I open my 'iMessages' App to find that i have only one text. One text, from a person that I thought I would never talk to again. Alex.

"Hey, Scott... can we um, talk?'"-sent at 7:14 pm.

I check the time, 7:51 pm. I sigh, should I respond?

"I would rather not have nothing to do with you, we're over." I send him, a little bit pissed.

"Please? I just want to talk, nothing else. I promise."

"You know what? Idc. Imma be @ ur house in 10."

What the fuck? He's coming?!

"Are you fucking serious right now?!" I text him, angrily.

"I'm on my way."

"You know what? Fine! Whatever. You can only come for 15 minutes." I text, my phone almost breaking because of how hard I'm typing.