3 little knocks came from the other side of the door.
"Mitchie?"
The door opened, revealing his crying boyfriend.
Mitch entered and closed the door.
Scott stared at the small man standing in front of him.
"Mitch? What happened out there?"
Mitch's face scrunched up as he hugged Scott close.
Mitch sobbed into Scott's shoulder as the blonde held him tight.
Scott felt the small man tremble in his arms.
Did everyone really scare him that bad?
"I-I'm sorry, S-S-Scott."
The blondes heart broke in two.
"Why are you sorry, hun?"
Scott ran his hand through Mitch's short hair, soothing the boy.
"I'm such a-an idiot. I p-pushed you away and m-made you feel l-like I couldn't trust you. I do t-trust you. I'm just w-worried I'll wear y-you d-down with my problems. I d-don't want you guys to g-get sick of me being a little b***h all th-the time."
Mitch broke into another sob and left tear stains on Scott's shirt.
"I'm just scared that you'll leave me..." Mitch whispered into Scott's chest.
Scott kissed the top of Mitch's head. "I will never leave you, for as long as I live."
Mitch smiled in Scott's arms, melting into his warmth.
"Do you want to lie down? I think you should get some rest."
Mitch slowly nodded before stepping back from the hug.
"Go out and talk with them. You don't need to be in here with me. You'll get bored."
Mitch made his way to his bunk and crawled in.
"You would never bore me, sweetie. Goodnight. I love you so so much."
Scott kissed Mitch's forehead. "Goodnight Scottie, I love you too."
Scott smiled as he left the room and closed the door behind him.
Once the tall man turned around, he gave everyone furious looks.
"What the hell was that?!" Scott whisper screamed to everyone.
Kirstie immediately stood up and whispered back in defense. "You need a break from this, we needed to talk to him without you."
"Um, in case you haven't noticed, I'm his f***ing boyfriend. I'm supposed to help him through everything, I want to."
"Scott, you have so much stuff on your plate that we wanted you to just-"
"Enough bull s*** Kirstie."
"Scott-"
"Hey man, you gotta calm down," Kevin interfered, "we were only trying to help."
"Yeah, we just thought you should've sat that one out. We didn't want you to break down in front of him and have him think it was all his fault," Avi added.
Scott scoffed and sat down across from everyone else.
Kirstie sat next to Scott.
"Please understand that we are just as concerned as you are. We don't see him all the time, but you do. We just thought it was our turn to have some alone time with him. To actually talk to him."
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Moving on ~ Sequel of Travis (a scömìche fanfic)
FanfictionTravis Bush is dead. Scott recovered from his stab wound. Mitch, well he's getting there. He has broken out of his addictions of drug use, self harm, and starving himself. Well, not completely. With all the news that a tour is coming up and the fact...