forty-one

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|| Tuesday ||

"Mitch? Hey, how- what's wrong?" Scott smiles at Mitch as soon as he enters but it's soon wiped away when he spots the glare on the brunette's face and hears the giant slam of the door.

"When ar-are you leaving?" Mitch growls and Scott pauses, his gaze trailing over Mitch's face.

"Friday, wh-"

"Bullshit!" Mitch screams and Scott bites his lip before standing up and smoothing his tie down.

"I don't understand what you mean, Mitch." Scott calmly states and Mitch laughs bitterly, gripping his hair in his hands.

"H-how about y-you stop sucking on your left che-cheek then and start telling me the truth!" Mitch yells and immediately Scott stops the action. The blonde stays quiet though, only infuriating the brunette even more. "Tomorrow! Yo-you're leaving tomorrow, just in case you forgot!"

"Mitch-"

"Why didn't you tell me?" Mitch shouts and kicks a chair over.

"Mitch, let me-"

"How am I meant to trust you when you just lie to me?" Mitch cuts the blonde off again and angrily swipes stuff off the desk.

"Mitch!" Scott shouts but it's no use.

"You fucking asshole!" Mitch screams before falling to his knees and sobbing. "I hate you!"

"Mitchy..." Scott whispers and sinks next to the small boy. "I'm sorry,"

"No, go away, I hate you." Mitch cries but Scott ignores him and slowly wraps the brunette in a hug.

"Mitchy, oh, my precious Mitchy, please don't cry," Scott's voice cracks.

"I ha-hate you," Mitch's voice shakes and struggles to push the blind away but Scott wraps his arms tighter.

"I know you do."

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happy birthday to me x

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