The Next Day
"Guys! We're about to cross the border!" Esther called.
Everyone scurried to the windows, looking at all the security and other people waiting to get through.
Mitch stared at all the people as he munched on an apple that he called breakfast.
They all had places to go. Things to see.
So different from his own life.
Everyone had their own path to take.
Scott looked to the magnificent Niagra Falls beside them, separating America and Canada.
He put his hand on the window as security took the passports from the coach driver.
Mitch put his hand on top of Scott's, intertwining their fingers against the window.
Both men smiled as the security gave back the passports and opened the gate.
Everyone cheered as they crossed.
Scott's hand leaves Mitch's to go hug Kirstie.
Mitch instantly misses his presence and sits down on the couch, watching everyone cheer.
He just smiled.
And watched.
And finished his apple.
Esther collects everyone together to inform about the first concert.
"Alright guys so tomorrow night is the performance. Today we'll drop our stuff off at the hotel and practice. The stage is already set up so we don't have to worry about that taking up our time. Tomorrow you guys will practice and have the VIP's come in and whatever. The day after tomorrow, you guys are free to do whatever and then we're off to the airport to fly to Japan!"
Everyone cheered.
Everyone so excited for the tour ahead.
But Mitch was scared.
Scared if he'll be able to survive the whole tour.
Surviving through his anxiety and self harm.
He's already failed on the first day which is a bad start.
And what would happen at the first concert?
All of their fans know now.
He wants to be brave, for the gang.
And Scott.
Especially Scott.
The bus started moving at a faster pace as they made it onto another highway to their hotel.
Mitch got up from his spot and threw away the remnants of his apple.
The small man sat back down.
Scott sat down next to Mitch again, intertwining their fingers once more.
Mitch smiled at the returned presence.
Scott's looked to Mitch, laughing.
Everyone had a whole conversation, talking about who knows what.
"You alright?"
"I'm amazing!" Mitch lied.
"Good!"
Scott pecked Mitch's lips and hugged him close.
Mitch's head laid on Scott's shoulder, relaxing into his boyfriend's arms.

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