Shawn left Mitch's house a few hours later when the boy finally fell asleep. He drove back and smiled when he saw Scott sound asleep on his couch. He thought about their relationship and how much they needed each other. He hoped they would make up because he hated seeing them both like this.
The next morning Scott woke up with a terrible headache. He thanked god when he saw the bottle of aspirin and water sitting on the table next to him. He took some and saw a little note on the table.
Went to the gym. Here's some stuff for your inevitable headache you're going to have. I hope you're feeling better and that you're going to talk to Mitch. I hope it all goes well if you do so. -Shawn
Scott furrowed his eyebrows not remembering exactly what happened last night. Then it all came rushing back. The phone call and him telling Shawn how he was still in love with Mitch.
Scott groaned and looked around before seeing his phone next to the note. He picked it up and looked at all the unread voicemails.
There were probably about 30 from Mitch. He pressed play on the first one and took a deep breath.
Scott! Please come back I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry! Please!
Scott could hear Mitch's crying and it made his heart ache.
Please answer your phone! Please come back we can talk it out! Please just please come back! I'm so sorry!
Scott listened to about six more that all sounded the same before he threw his phone on the couch next to him angrily.
He ran his hand angrily through his hair. He was mad at himself because he felt bad for Mitch. He was mad that Mitch made him feel this way. He was mad that he felt bad for Mitch when Mitch hurt him.
He got up and got dressed trying to think of what he would say. He picked his phone up on the way out and texted Shawn that he was going to go talk to him.
He drove, the radio low, and he thought hard about everything as if he would come to a conclusion.
He pulled up to his old house and sat in the drive way slowly turning the car off. He stayed in there though, he was nervous. He was scared that all the walls he built up weren't strong enough and would tumble down as soon as he saw him.
He finally got out of his car and made his way to the front door after a few minutes. He hesitated before knocking softly on the door.
After a few moments the door opened. Scott looked at the small fragile figure standing before him wrapped in a blanket with puffy red cheeks as if he had cried himself to sleep the previous night.
Mitch's face looked sunken in and he looked pale. Scott's protective instincts took over and he was immediately concerned with Mitch's wellbeing no matter how mad he was at him.
"Are you okay?" He immediately asked and Mitch's eyes filled with tears.
"I'm so sorry Scott! I'm really really sorry! I didn't mean anything I said! I was just scared and I thought if i pushed you away then... I don't know." Scott dismissed his apology still focusing on how sick Mitch looked.
"Can I come in please?" He asked and Mitch nodded immediately stepping aside for him to come in.
"Yeah yeah, sorry." He whispered before shutting the door behind him. Scott immediately walked into the kitchen to check the fridge and pantry.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Mitch asked trailing behind him.
"Have you been eating?" He asked and Mitch went paler than he already had been. "When was the last time you ate?" He asked and Mitch looked around and actually tried to think.
"I-I don't know a couple days ago?" He stuttered and Scott frowned.
"Mitch... you have to eat." He said gently before rummaging through the fridge to find something small to eat. He grabbed an apple and started to cut it up.
"I-I'm not hungry..." Mitch murmured and Scott shook his head and grabbed a small plate to put the slices on.
"I don't care. I want you eat these and then we'll talk okay?" He asked and Mitch hesitated before nodding a taking one of the apple slices.
He took a bite and immediately wanted more. He hadn't eaten in so long and hadn't realized how hungry he was.
He finished the whole apple within minutes. "I'm sorry." He whispered and Scott shook his head putting the dishes in the sink.
"I knew I shouldn't have left you alone. Mitch you need to take care of yourself." He said quietly before turning off the sink. He slowly turned around and sighed not making eye contact.
"Okay let's do this but not in here." He said before leading them into the living room.
They glanced at each other knowing that this would be hard for both of them. "Okay, I'll start. Scott, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean what I said at all. I just... I started to feel something for you and it scared the hell out of me because... well first I'm terrified of relationships because I'm scared of getting hurt again after what Travis did to me. And I knew that I wouldn't be able to handle it if you hurt me so I hurt you instead."
Scott nodded, "I knew all that Mitch. At least after a few hours I knew exactly what you were doing. I just... Mitch, I don't understand how you could do that or say those things to me. I would- no I could never do that to you. Not just because I'm in love with you but because I've been your best friend for years and just because you were scared you were willing to throw all of that away. This whole thing made me realize that ever since the beginning our whole relationship has been one-sided. I've always cared more about you-"
"That's not true! Scott please you can't think that I don't value our friendship. I honestly thought that it was so strong enough that no matter what I said we would be okay. But I was wrong. God I was so wrong. I can't just treat you like shit and expect you to just take it."
"No you can't and I didn't. You know I think it's funny that you never apologized until I fucking left. I stayed at the house for a few days before moving out and only when I actually left did you apologize. Only then did you decide to act like a decent human being! God Mitch! You broke my heart and then stomped on it, do you really think that a little apology a week late will just fix everything?"
Mitch looked at him with tears in his eyes, "I don't know what else to do. You left and ignored me so all I could do was call you over and over again so that you would know how truly sorry I am. Because Scott I'm so incredibly sorry and I hate myself that I could even do that to you. What do you need for you to ever forgive me?"
Scott shook his head, "Mitch... I..." he started but stopped himself. "I need time. I can't just go back to normal and act like nothing happened."
Mitch nodded and looked down, "of course." He whispered and Scott put a hand on his knee.
"But Mitch, you haven't lost me forever." He whispered and Mitch looked up at him. Hope arose in his chest and he held onto it for dear life because he needed to.
