Friends or more? [scömìche]

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(Scott)

I was sitting there with Mitch in my arms and I realized that it felt different then the other times Mitch and I hugged. Suddenly I stand up and with tears in my eyes I run to the bathroom. I kept crying. I lied to himself saying I had no idea why I'm crying, but I know why I am crying. Mitch. I'm not sure what it was: love or just a strange feeling, but it was different from the other times.

"Is everything OK, Scott?" Mitch was worried about Scott.

Scott tried to stop crying and he dried his tears. "Ye-Yeah I am OK, I think." Scott really wanted to cry again.

"Please Scott, come out there and talk to me about this." Mitch said caring.

"I can't talk about it with you." Scott really wanted to go away. Away from this situation, but he couldn't.

"Why not? I am your best friend." 

Scott opened the bathroom door and Mitch saw that Scott had cried.

"Everything OK, Scott?" 

"No, I am not and I really don't know why."

Mitch put his arms around Scott. The moment Mitch hugged Scott, he started crying again. They walked to the large sofa in the middle of the room where they sat like 5 minutes ago, before Scott ran to the bathroom. They sat down and they held each other again like they did before. Scott still felt the same way but he didn't care anymore. It was just a really nice moment.

After half an hour they went to bed. 

"Scott, I am a bit tired. I am going to bed."

"OK, night Mitch." 

"Goodnight Scott."

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"Morning Mitch." Scott was already awake for about 45 minutes. "I already got your Starbucks. It's on the table in the kitchen." Scott was making breakfast for both him and Mitch.

"Good morning Scott. I smell bacon! Come to mommy little bacon!!!" Mitch loved bacon and Scott knew that, that's why he made it for breakfast.

Mitch sat down at the dinning table and grabbed his Starbucks. Scott was finishing the breakfast. He grabbed two plates and he put the bacon on the plates. He also made eggs so he put that on the plates as well. He served the plate to Mitch and sat down at the dinning table.

"Wow Scott, this looks soooo good!!" Usually they just ate bread as breakfast because it was so easy. 

"Thanks Mitch, I know you like bacon so..." At that moment Mitch gave Scott a big hug. 

"Thank you Scott." Scott blushed a bit but Mitch didn't noticed. After that moment they were both quiet. It was very comfortable for some reason. They didn't talk about the night before. Scott was really relieved that they didn't talk about it. He was a bit ashamed about that night. He know that there was no reason to feel ashamed but still.

"I am going to the mall. Are you going with me?" Scott didn't realize that Mitch was already done with his breakfast.

"Yeah, I coming. I need to get ready so wait a minute." Scott ran to his bedroom to change his clothes.

What should I wear?

He grabbed his favorite pants and a lovely sweater from his closet and put them on. 

"Are you almost ready?"

"Almost!" Scott ran to the bathroom and did some gel in his hair. After that he walked to the hall and he put on his shoes and jacket.

"I am ready"

"OK, lets go then"

They walked out the front door and Mitch locked the door behind him. The mall was about 15 minutes walking away. Mitch and Scott always walked to the mall instead of taking the car. every time they talked about different things but now it was quiet. awkwardly silent. they walked there for about 5 minutes before Mitch began talking.

"What happened last night?" 

Shit! he wants to talk about it..... What do I need to say?!  Scott was panicking for a bit before answering.

"I don't really know..."

"Come on Scott! I know that you know what happened! Just tell me! We are friends, you can tell me everything!"

"No, I can't tell you everything, not this...." Scott teared up while saying that.

Scott stopped walking and looked down. Mitch looked at Scott trying to figure out what was going on in his head. After about 5 seconds Mitch saw a bench. He grabbed Scott's arm and they walked to the bench and sat down.

"I'm so sorry Mitch." Scott felt a tear rolling down his cheek.

"It's OK. Take your time, but if you're ready, tell me what happened."

"I can't tell you, not now..."

Scott was so angry. Angry about what he had done. If he didn't ran away nothing happened. It was all his fault.

After some minutes they stood up and walked to the mall.