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Theatre v. Choir [4] 🎤

a/n: oh, y'all are either going to love this or hate this. No in-between. You asked, I delivered. Enjoy!

Prompt: Mitch is talking to Kirstie about how hard it is to be a singer in choir. Scott comes in and challenges his beliefs. Scott's a theater kid; Mitch is a choir kid. Kirstie is both.

Setting: AU alternate personalities

Words: 1434
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The car that previously drove by begins to stop, but Mitch could care less.

"Mitch?" He hears, walking past said car. When he lifts his head, he sees the one person that could make his already shitty day worse.

"Oh, please, no." Mitch pulls at his sleeves and walks faster, but it's no use. Scott's pick-up rolls along beside him.

"Where are you going?"

"Home?"

"Where's your ride?"

"Lord knows where Kirstie is."

"Why didn't you call her?"

"Will you stop asking me questions?"

"No. Where's your phone?"

"Dead."

"Hop in."

Mitch ignores him.

"C'mon, please?"

"Why? So you can hold this favor over my head until I do something for you?"

"No. I'm giving you a ride home as a friend."

"Spoiler alert? I hate you. So, please, let me live my miserable, tiresome life and drive away."

"I'm not driving away. Mitch, this is ridiculous. Just get in."

Mitch stops, suddenly furious. He turns to Scott with a glare, and Scott stops his car's slow roll.

"You lay one hand on me and I fling my body out onto the freeway."

He storms to the other side of the car.

"Please...don't." Scott frowns, appalled by Mitch's negative energy.

Mitch slams the passenger door shut, now realising how close he is to letting his emotions take over. He can't do this in front of Scott, especially in his car.

"You want my charger? You can...use it." Scott extends his hand towards Mitch, holding out his charger.

Mitch looks at it with confusion.

"What? Never seen a charger before?" Scott's kind demeanour drops, and he plasters his smirk back on, tossing the cord into Mitch's lap.

Mitch scoffs, plugging his phone in anyways. "Just drive."

"I didn't here a please." Scott tilts his head in a mocking manner.

"Drive, please. Give me your phone, I'll enter my address."

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Minutes later, Mitch's phone is up to 25%, Scott has convinced Mitch that he needed his number for science, and Mitch has replied to Kirstin's 700 texts of apology.

The windows are down and the music is low. Mitch lifts his head from the corner of the window frame when they pull up to his house.

"Thanks for choosing Hoying's transportation services. Hope you leave a good rating!" Scott cheeses, and Mitch simply rolls his eyes before it hits him.