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[1] coffee shop

Mitch Grassi was always the one person to arrive at a coffee shop multiple times every week and possibly twice a day. Every time he'd get the same drink, something the barista whom always worked when he came in: Scott Hoying, remembered. Scott didn't mind much at all when Mitch came in nearly every day, but when he came in more with bags under his eyes rather than his normally cheery self, he became worried.

But of course Scott couldn't ask him what's wrong, he couldn't ask the boy he knew nothing about what was going on, why he looks like he hasn't slept in days. Why he isn't sleeping. But Scott had enough: he couldn't bare seeing his wonderful boy look half asleep while coming in nearly every day.

Mitch finally came in on a late Friday, almost when they were closing up. The other barista, Kirstin, knew the boy well and usually talked with him before he left. Mitch looked tired, eyes red and slow body movement. Once he finally made it to the barista, Scott didn't let him have coffee, because this boy had to sleep.

"The usual," Mitch slurred, resting his arms on the counter and closing his eyes sleepily. This time, Scott didn't do anything. Mitch's eyes opened after a few seconds and he raised an eyebrow.

"No, I'm not giving you any coffee right now," Scott decided, staring at Mitch worriedly. Kirstin appeared and sighed as she saw Mitch.

"Uh, excuse me?" he stood up straighter. "You can't deny customers service."

"He can when they look like they haven't slept for days!" Kirstin chimed in. She sighed again and grabbed Mitch's wrist, pulling him away from Scott and talking to him in a hushed tone. Scott vaguely heard Mitch say something about a boyfriend, a break up, and then staying up. Kirstin told him he had to go back someplace.

"No!" Mitch suddenly yelled, making Scott jolt from his place and his eyes flicked to Mitch's body in case he was hurt. Nothing was wrong, besides the fact he looked distressed as hell.

"Stay with me then!" Kirstin yelled. "Just for one night! Jeremy doesn't mind," she tried, but Mitch scoffed, "No. You two can't be bothered by me, and plus, Jeremy doesn't like me!"

"That's not true—" Kirstin began but Mitch interrupted fast. "Don't deny it, Maldonado!"

"He can stay at mine," Scott suddenly blurted out, causing them both to look at the blond immediately. Mitch was confused and Kirstin's eyes lit up, "Oh, yay! Please, Mitch?"

Mitch seemed he was about to reject, but a pleading Kirstin led him to accept. Mitch sighed exasperatedly and looked to Scott, "Only one night. Just until morning."

***

It was fairly awkward, being that the two were half strangers and half acquaintances. Scott had no idea what the hell led him to blurt that out, why he did, or why then. He could've stayed silent and prevented the whole thing, butted out of the entire conversation, but something pulled Scott to the smaller male. Something strong, apparently.

"I have a guest room. If you need to stay one more night—"

"No, I'm only staying a day. That's it," Mitch muttered, resting his elbow against the door of the car. He fished out his phone from his pants pocket and tapped away on the screen, seemingly slightly annoyed but kind of tense.

"Why don't you go back to your place?" Scott asked. I should shut up, the blond thought.

"Reasons," Mitch said excessively vaguely and uninterested, clearly tense with the topic and not wanting to admit. Scott didn't pry, knowing that isn't any good. And, for once, Scott didn't blurt anything stupid out.

"If you're hungry, help yourself to the food in the fridge. I don't mind," Scott stated as he pulled into the driveway, glancing at the brunet constantly for any sign of discomfort or regret. He showed barely any—if any—and the duo walked up to Scott's porch and inside.

Mitch looked around, probably admired by the interior. It was all mainly blue, white, black, and red themed, with a bunch of photos of his family and him on the walls. Mitch's eyes darted to one of Scott and a taller man, but he didn't ask anything about it. Probably his boyfriend, Mitch thought, and for some reason, that thought made him frown. But Mitch himself had no idea why.

"Here, follow me," Scott finally said, leading the boy to the guest bedroom. Once they arrived, Mitch was surprised. Everything seemed expensive but Scott (from what Mitch knew) was just a barista. Mitch thinks I mean, how could he possibly be anything else when he's always the barista at the coffee shop?

"Wow, this is really nice," Mitch murmured, not to Scott but rather to himself. Scott smiled, "Thank you."

Mitch looked to Scott and smiled back. Scott loved that smile. Mitch tore off his shoes and set them to the side, making him a few inches shorter and looked up at Scott before down to his feet. Scott furrowed at the sight of Mitch's attire. He couldn't sleep in that, he thought.

"Wait here," Scott said, rushing away before going to his own bedroom and opening a drawer, pulling out one of his older small shirts and a pair of sweatpants. Scott came back with the shirt and pants and Mitch was sitting on the bed, seeming to be ready for sleep anytime.

"Here," Scott suddenly interrupted the boy, making the younger look up. Mitch raised an eyebrow at the clothing and Scott finally set it on the bed. "Go try them on."

Mitch took the clothes and went into the bedroom's connected bathroom and closed the door. Surprisingly, they fit, but still were too big. Mitch's shirt reached his mid thigh and the sweatpants had to be double knotted to fit on correctly without falling off.

Mitch returned, setting his old clothes on the bed and looking at Scott sheepishly. Scott stared at Mitch with a weird look in his eyes that Mitch couldn't decipher because it was so foreign to him.

"Uh," Scott coughed when he finally realized he was staring. "Goodnight."

"Oh, uh, goodnight, Scott," Mitch blushed himself and waved awkwardly as Scott left the room. Mitch then grinned to himself — he couldn't help it — the hot barista at the coffee shop his best friend worked at let Mitch borrow his clothes after all.

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a/n:: unexpected? lol me too, this was random.

supahfruit was like "um where is ur one shot book" so here gOd

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I AM MAKING A PART TWO DUH

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