Soulmates

CHAPTER THREE

"What the fuck?!" 

Mitch's high pitched voice made Scott suddenly wake up. He opened his eyes slowly, having to adjust to the daylight. He soon distinguished Mitch's figure sitting up in bed looking down at him. 

"What are you doing in my bed? What happened last night? Ouch, my head," Mitch continued in one breath, holding his head in his hands. 

Scott had to laugh because of Mitch's behavior. He clearly had a hangover. He'll have to explain what happened with his date because he might not remember all the details. 

Mitch looked offended and gave Scott a push. "Stop laughing, Scott, and explain me this weird situation please." 

Scott only laughed even harder. "Weird situation? You're not thinking we slept together, are you?"

Mitch rolled his eyes. "Well no, obviously... I'm still wearing my clothes. I don't even know why. And you did sleep here, next to me, in my bed, and I don't know why that is either. I don't understand shit, Scotty."  

Scott started to think about the things Mitch didn't understand, especially the reason why he was in this bed... The smile he had on his face from laughing with Mitch was far gone and his eyes started watering.

Mitch observed his sleepy friend a little better. "Are you okay?" he asked concerned. "Your eyes are really red."

Those words brought Scott back to everything that had actually happened last night. He couldn't help but crying again. He hadn't slept much this night... it was a miracle he even did. He had no idea when he had fallen asleep.

"Scotty, no, what's wrong? Don't cry, baby" Mitch hugged him very tightly and Scott responded to that by embracing his tiny torso back. 

Mitch hated to see his friend like this, for whatever reason. He caressed his back firmly, trying to reassure him. "Shhh, it's okay," he whispered, even though he had no idea. He leaned back again and saw that Scott's face was all wet from crying. "Il get you some tissues, wait." He grabbed a box of tissues and crawled on the bed again. He dried Scott's tears softly, since Scott didn't take a tissue himself, but kept staring into nothing. "What happened, hun?" he asked quietly, searching his eyes.  

Scott opened his mouth to answer, but he couldn't make any sound. It was like he lost his voice. He finally looked back at Mitch, sighing, feeling empty. He felt his lower lip slightly tremble.

"Wait, let me think," Mitch said, "where's Alex?" Scott cowered when he heard his name. Mitch noticed that, but continued talking. "Why aren't you in bed with him? Isn't he here?" 

Scott cleared his throat and said with a hoarse voice: "he broke up with me." He was glad he didn't have to say his name. 

Mitch jaw dropped and he raised his hand to his mouth. His eyes were immediately watering because of the sad news. "Oh, Scotty, I'm so sorry. Why?" Mitch instinctively grabbed Scott's hand.

Scott just shook his head to clarify he didn't want to talk about it. 

Mitch read the signal and said: "It's okay, I understand. We'll talk about it when you're ready. I'm here for you, when you need me." 

After a small silence, Mitch realized he was still holding Scott's hand, so he quickly let go of it  and proposed to get some Starbucks for them. He stood up, pecked Scott's forehead and left the room, not bothering to put some fresh clothes on first. "I'll be right back!" he yelled. 

After staring at the door where Mitch left for a bit, Scott got out of bed as well. He was starving. He hadn't eaten anything since yesterday afternoon. He entered the kitchen and noticed that Alex must've stopped half way cooking. The pans and pots were still on the stove; he probably just turned it off in the middle of preparing the meal. The table was still set as how Scott left it. Thinking about Alex, he wondered where he would have gone to. He had no idea. He wanted to cry, but he ran out of tears from crying so much already. He felt so empty. He took a bowl, filled it with cereals and milk, and started eating. It tasted like nothing. He hoped Mitch would be back quickly. He didn't want to be alone with his thoughts. Music. He needed music to break the silence.