Odd.
That was the only word Mitch could find to properly describe Scott's behavior since his return. It all started when Scott didn't want a big breakfast the next morning. Scott always wanted a big breakfast. Then he didn't want to hang around and watch TV, or stay up late and drink. He mainly stayed in his room, the music loud enough for Mitch to sing along across the hall.
Eventually, Mitch pried Scott from his bedroom to sit on the couch and eat like they always did. Mitch got snacks and blankets for them, and in response Scott curled up on the other side of the couch. Mitch was close to his tipping point, but he resisted the urge to loose his temper.
Scott had a lot on his mind. For one, Alex liked him. This had come out of nowhere, and he was unsure how he felt. He cherished their friendship, and worried that this would put a strain on their tight bond. Secondly, Scott hated lying to Mitch. He had only done it a handful of times, but over stupid non-relationship-threatening matters. This was serious, and although he meant what he said to Alex, he had second thoughts. If he lied, he would save a lot of trouble, unless he was caught. If he told the truth, he would cause trouble, but save the extra consequences of lying. Scott just prayed Mitch wouldn't find out and there would be no problem. Lastly, the kiss was a lot to process, and Scott didn't know how he felt about it. That uncertain feeling rooted in the pit of his stomach and gave him constant nausea.
Scott had never kissed a man, at least, not while he was sober enough to remember. All of his life, a question in his sexuality had never occurred. He was just straight. And that was just fine. After that kiss, his view had slightly skewed. Now, Scott was unsure of himself. He new he didn't like Alex, but there was a feeling he couldn't shake. A feeling of desire. To feel the thrill.
Desperately, Scott tried to shove the feelings down, for reasons he couldn't quite explain. No matter the outcome, his family and friends would be supportive, he was sure of it. Fans would be elated, but Scott could only attach one feeling to this new idea.
Fear.
On the other side of the couch, Mitch watched Scott anxiously stare off, uhnsure wether to say something or let him be.
