thirty-seven

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|| Monday ||

"G'day Mitchell." Scott greets him as the brunette walks into the room and Mitch furiously shakes his head, immediately grabbing his whiteboard.

"Don't call me that. Mitch is fine."

"Oh.... You're not going to comment on my attempt to be Australian?"

"Fine. Why are you talking like an Australian?"

"I'm going to Australia!" Scott shouts with excitement but Mitch freezes.

"For how long?"

"A couple weeks, maybe a month, why?" Scott slowly replies and Mitch turns his gaze to his lap. "Mitchy?"

The brunette's heart flutters as he slowly lifts his gaze to Scott's, their eyes meeting in the middle.

"When are you going? And who with?" Mitch writes. He stares at the board for a few seconds but quickly rubs it out.

"Have fun."

Scott's eyes flicker over the board before meeting Mitch's brown ones. He pauses and Mitch squirms in his seat, feeling as though Scott can read his soul. "I'm going on Friday and with my friend."

Mitch's eyes widen slightly. "H-how did y-you..."

"I just know you." Scott replies with a small smile.

Mitch sits back in the chair, eyes flickering around the room as he lets that sentence sink in. Brown eyes eventually meet blue ones and Scott sighs.

"I know you want to leave," Scott speaks up and Mitch bites his lip. "I think I've got enough for today so you're welcome to, if you really want."

Mitch stands up immediately but his feet won't seem to move. He sits back down instead.

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