In Love With The Mafia's Son

Chapter Six: A Tiny Spark

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Scott groaned, rolling over to the bedside table. He and Mitch slept at dawn, resulting in waking up at noon. He flailed his right arm, trying to locate the alarm clock. He hit his palm against it until it turned off. He scratched his itchy shirtless torso and stood up, walking over to Mitch's door.

"Mitch? You awake?" Scott said in his morning voice. He placed his fist on the door and knocked twice. No answer. Scott turned the doorknob, only to find out that it's locked from the inside. "Mitch? Open the door."

Scott heard Mitch's frail voice from behind the door.

"I'm fine."

"Are you hungry?" Scott asked.

"No."

"Okay, then come out."

Silence.

"No."

Scott rolled his eyes and decided that he was to groggy to argue with Mitch. He staggered down the stairs, and went into the fully furnished kitchen and opened the large fridge that's as tall as he is. His eyes shifted around the shelves, searching for something good to eat.

His eyes light up as he spotted bacon at the far back of the fridge. He grabbed some pans and oil, then ripped out the plastic wrapper that's covering the meat. He poured some oil onto the pan, then carefully placed the bacon on it, causing sizzling noises and a delightful aroma to fill the kitchen.

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Meanwhile, the brunette boy debated with himself on whether or not he should come out of his room. Right now, he sat in the middle of his bed, feeling so....mixed. He really considered that trusting Scott wouldn't end up terribly awful. After all, his father assured him that Scott was the one he needed to trust. The only one he could trust apparently. After careful consideration, Mitch slowly got off his bed and unlocked the door quietly. As he walked down the stairs, the smell of something cooking filled his nostrils. Scott can cook?, Mitch thought.

He abruptly stopped walking as he saw the gloriousness in the kitchen. A shirtless Scott, poking at Bacon with a spatula. Not to mention his 6-pack and prominent V-line. Scott noticed Mitch staring downwards, and smirked at him. Mitch's face went beet red and cleared his throat. "Good morning." He said, as seated himself on one of the kitchen stools. 

"Good morning." Scott greeted. "Is that Bacon?" Mitch asked.

"Yeah, want some?" Scott offered. He popped one piece of bacon in his mouth.

Mitch scrunched his face and slightly shook his head. "No thanks, I'm vegan".

Scott almost choked on his Bacon. No wonder he looks like a pipe cleaner with eyes, He thought. 

A few moments of silence pass,  except for the sound of hot Bacon sizzling in the heated pan. "Scott? ".

"Yes? "

"Have you heard from my dad? Is he okay?" Mitch asked, sounding genuinely concerned and worried.

"Yeah, he's fine. He gave me a call this morning. He says that he's already at another safe house in LA with a few of his men." Scott said, with a smile on his face. Mitch sighed in relief. "Thank God,  I was so worried. ". He smiled at the thought of his dad being safe and sound.

"Hey, why don't we check out the cinema room? I found one when I was exploring." Scott said, abruptly changing the subject. 

"Cinema room? Sounds cool. " Mitch happily said,  getting off the stool and following Scott to the Cinema room.

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Mitch cackled like a madman as Spongebob said something really, really stupid. Scott chuckled along with him. This kid's funny, Scott thought, as he laid his back against the soft velvet couch.

Mitch wiped his tears away from his smiling face and turned to face Scott, who was facing directly at his face. Their noses were milimeters away from each other. Mitch couldn't help but glance down at Scott's lips and immeadietly looked away, flustered.  "Scott?"

"Yes?"

"I figured, if we're going to be together for a while...maybe we should....talk more-" Scott raised his eyebrows. "I mean, get to know each other better. My dad had very clearly told me to trust you, and I don't want to think of you as a stranger." Mitch said.

Mitch couldn't read the emotion in Scott's eyes after he said that. Confusion? Relief? Touched? Why is he so emotionless?, Mitch thought.

If Scott could be honest with himself, he does find Mitch intriguing. The teenager surely does make him curious. But to get to know him? This wasn't in the job description. The last thing he wants is to get attached to Mitch.

But, the other part of his mind wanted more. Something more intimate. More up-close and personal. Eventually, the thoughts hijacked his mind and blurted out a response.

"Yeah, sure. I'm down." Scott said.

A/N

Hey ya'll! I just want to let you know that there were some things wrong in this chap (a few paragraphs got mixed up dammit wattpad) so I had to re-publish it. Also, please let me know if you are seeing any mistakes or unfinished sentences in the paragraphs, thanks!

-N

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