Travis - Scömìche Fanfic

Chapter 26

Scott limped through the front door, Mitch clinging onto him.

"Are you sure you can walk without me?"

"Please, I've been in that hospital for like a week. I'm stronger now."

Mitch let go of Scott's torso. "Alright."

Scott immediately lost his balance, making Mitch cling onto Scott again.

Both men chuckled and walked to the couch to relax.

Scott went down with a plop, immediately searching for the tv remote.

Mitch watched Scott look from across the coffee table.

Wyatt ran into the living room and jumped up on the couch next to Scott.

"Where's the remote, babe?"

Mitch blushed and felt butterflies twirling around in his stomach.

He had never been called babe before.

"Um... c-check between the cushions."

Scott dug his hand in the cushion crack next to him and pulled out the remote.

"Got it, thanks."

Mitch nodded as Scott turned on the TV.

Scott looked at Mitch, noticing the faint blush still remaining on his cheeks.

"Come cuddle and watch with me."

"No thanks, I think I'm going to take a nap."

Mitch wanted to think.

Scott nodded sadly and cuddled into a blanket.

Wyatt ended up crawling onto Scott's lap as Mitch walked into his room.

Once he entered, he closed his door and turned to see everything.

His room.

It's been a while since he's been in here.

With all the crazy s*** that's been going on, you tend to leave behind a thing or two.

But he was back. Back in his room.

His quiet, silent room.

The quiet started overwhelming him.

Mitch usually had something to do.

Something to worry about.

But everything was over.

Everything was back to normal.

Scott and Mitch will date, pentatonix will still continue, and Mitch wouldn't be depressed anymore.

But Mitch still had that urge inside him.

He couldn't explain it.

He didn't want to because he was sad, but because he had nothing to do but grieve.

Mitch hadn't even had time to grieve.

Mitch silently turned around and opened his door slightly.

Scott was starting to drift to sleep on the couch.

"Already?"

Mitch shook it off and quietly tip toed to the bathroom, cautious of the noise.

He approached the door and heard little footsteps behind him.

"Meow."

"Sh Wyatt," Mitch mouthed.

"Mew."

Mitch ignored him and continued to his destination.