Soulmates

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

SIX YEARS AGO, IN A HALLWAY SOMEWHERE IN CALIFORNIA

"Mitch, I'm so glad we're finally alone for a moment now. I missed you so so much." Scott said, stressing every 'so'. He and Mitch sat down on the floor.

"You did? It doesn't look like it. You know, with all of your new friends." Mitch kinda felt insecure about that. He felt like they were slowly replacing him. 

"I know, but now I see you again I realize I really do! You are irreplaceable, my Mitchy." Scott opened his arms to welcome Mitch in them.

Mitch smiled and hugged his dear friend tightly. His nose was pressed into the fabric of his shirt. Mhhhm, Scott's smell. How much he'd missed that smell. He smelled charming. Could people smell charming? It was just the quality he associated with his scent. Or probably just with him in general.

"You know what?! I'll prove it to you!" Scott started to sing 'Halo' by Beyoncé, even though the party music in the living room of the dorm was in a completely other rhythm. He sang theatrically to Mitch, caressed his face and messed up some words because he was so drunk. Mitch couldn't help but harmonize a little and snap his fingers. Once a choir kid, always a choir kid.

"It's like I've been awakened
Every rule I had you break it
It's the risk that I'm taking
I ain't never gonna shut you out

Everywhere I'm looking now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby, I can see your halo
You know you're my saving grace

You're everything I need and more
It's written all over your face
Baby, I can feel your halo
Pray it won't fade away

I can feel your halo (halo) halo
I can see your halo (halo) halo
I can feel your halo (halo) halo
I can see your halo (halo) halo

Hitme like a ray of sun
Burning through my darkest night
You're the only one that I want
Think I'm addicted to your light"

Mitch clapped his hands enthusiastically and smiled widely. He was amused by Scott's drunken behavior. "Wow! What a private performance! How did I deserve that? What an honor!"

"See! Only for you! That's how much you mean to me. You are my angel!" Scott pointed at Mitch, poking his finger into his chest.

Mitch grabbed the finger poking his chest and then held Scott's entire hand. "And you're mine. I missed you so much too, Scotty! You have no idea! Martin and Arlington and just all of Texas isso boring without you. And without Kirst. Bo-ring!"

Scott pouted, he felt sad about them living so far apart now. "Can't you just stay here? I have a bed. You can sleep in it." Scott explained as if it wasn't obvious people could sleep in beds.

"Oh, really? I can? Where are you going to sleep?"

"In my bed of course." What a question was that?  Of course people sleep in their beds.

"With me?" Mitch couldn't really believe what Scott was seemingly saying now.

Scott smiled surprised. Was Mitch flirting with him? But then his smile turned into a smirk, as if he only had just realized the things he had been saying himself. "Well, if you insist!" He was flirting with Mitch. And that made him feel like, very great inside. Like warm, and fuzzy, and tingly. He wanted to giggle.

Mitch rolled his eyes and smacked Scott's shoulder lightly "Scott, stop it! You're drunk." He couldn't help but smile and felt his cheeks blushing though, and his heart was annoyingly pounding way too fast in his chest. Scott was basically flirting with him. But he was drunk as fuck. He sighed. He shouldn't be fantasizing about anything, back to reality. "Listen, Scott, I can't stay here, but maybe I can come here too, next year. After I graduate. I would love to."

"Are you leaving?" Suddenly Scott was on the verge of crying.

"Yes." Mitch felt like the meanest bitch saying that to his cute sad face.

"But Mitchy, I'm not sure if I can live without you."

Oh my god. Scoooot, please stop flirting. My feelings. Mitch couldn't really handle it. He kind of didn't want this moment to end but also felt like it wasn't even real. He didn't even know how much Scott was conscious of what he was saying. He soberly replied: "Scotty, we can still text each other when I'm gone again. And facetime, like we did before I came here."

"Mhmm..." Scott looked down.

Was that a tear glistening on Scott's cheek? "Hey?" Mitch said, tilting his chin gently.

Scott cupped Mitch's face and looked him in the eyes. He waited another second before he said "Don't ever leave me, please?".

"I won't Scotty, you are the most important person in my life. You are my very best friend. Forever. My soulmate."

Scott smiled. And then it was like he woke up out of his drunkenness, as if he was suddenly completely sober and aware of everything he did again. He spoke determined: "Fuck that best friend thing. I know I maybe shouldn't do this, but I love you." He slammed his lips against Mitch's. 

Mitch was overwhelmed but kissed back passionately. Scott's lips and his tongue were warm and soft and wet and just overall nice. Reaaaally nice. Of course he tasted like alcohol, but it was not like Mitch hadn't drunk anything himself. The kissing made him feel even more drunk than he was before. Oh. Scott was drunk. What did this mean? Fuck fuck, he didn't want to think of that now. He didn't care. This is what he wanted, and he got it now and it felt good. Hella fucking good. He honestly never felt so good before. The future could fuck off. 

He interrupted the kiss because he wanted more more and he wasn't sitting entirely comfortable. He got on his knees from his sitting position, lifted one leg over Scott's and crawled on his lap, because if he kissed him like that, he felt like he was thereby allowed to do so. That was a bold move though, because now their crotches were basically pressed together. He could feel how hard Scott was, against his own hardness. He felt like he was on fire, burning of passion. He grabbed Scott's face, that had such an aroused look on it, and resumed their kissing. Scott let his hands slip under Mitch's shirt, and let his hands wander on his back, hot against hot.

The two boys were making out as if it was the last day of their lives. They didn't notice Ethan entering and leaving again. The rest of the night was a blur. It was blocked by refusing any other reality than them making out. The rest didn't matter.