Reconnection ~ (Scömìche)

Grilled Cheese and Feelings

A/N:  HI! So I went to Japan last week and saw PTX live in concert.  A week ago today in fact! So. here's a long update in celebration of the one week anniversary of the best day of my life.

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misbehavinmitchy x

SCOTT:

"How were the fans?" Mitch was asking me, as I buttered another piece of bread and began layering slices of cheddar on top.

We had decided to skip on the fancy meal out I had planned because, frankly I didn't think Mitch would be able to take it if just one more person even glanced over at us that day. You would have thought, living in LA, people would be used to seeing celebrities walking around the streets, but no, it was always the same awestruck expressions that followed me around. I never used to mind so much. In fact, I liked it. I worked hard for my fame, and my fans mean everything to me, so of course I welcomed their curiosity and excitement with open arms. I don't mind it.

Or rather, I didn't mind it. Until Mitch came along.
Mitch was a curious being. He seemed to thrive when he was on stage. Simply seeing his performance at the karaoke bar those few weeks ago proved that to me, and he had immense amounts of musical talent, yet he couldn't handle a dozen or so people looking at him in his store? Somehow, he was introverted and shy in casual conversation yet he could command the stage with immense confidence. It bewildered me.

"They were sweet," I replied with a glance over at the breakfast bar where Mitch was perched, sipping on his ice water. "There was a girl who had a tattoo of my signature on her wrist. Isn't that crazy!"

"Yeah," Mitch replied tugging on the sleeves of his shirt, although he didn't sound too enthused.

"Are you okay?" I enquired.

He still looked too pale and he had barely spoken the whole car journey home. It was a stupid question, I knew he wasn't okay.

"Yeah," he said again. "I'm sorry I'm being such a drag today. I can just go home.."

My eyes widened and I found myself involuntarily moving towards him as he started to gather his belongings.

"No," I exclaimed. "We are having a nice meal together okay! It's to celebrate!"

"Scott, it's grilled cheese. This is hardly a 'nice meal'," he said snarkily, but I could see the hint of sadness behind his eyes.

I scoffed.

"Well, no grilled cheese for you then!" I joked, grabbing at the plate of food I had just placed in front of him.

"I'm serious, Scott," Mitch said, deadpan. "I'm sorry I ruined your surprise and I'm sorry we couldn't celebrate your album launch properly. I'll go after lunch then and you can party with your friends tonight."

I frowned at the brunette in front of me. Why couldn't he understand that he was my friend too? That I wanted to spend time with him just as much as I wanted to spend time with my other friends. In fact, recently I'd been wanting to spend all my time with him.

"But I want to celebrate with you," I replied, looking at him sadly.

"I can't, okay!" he cried suddenly. "I can't be the kind of friend you want me to be!"

"Mitch," I exclaimed frantically, in a feeble attempt to calm him down. "I didn't mean it like that! I just want to spend time with you, okay? I don't want you to be any kind of way, I swear." I sighed, "I just want you to be you."