Scomiche One-Shots

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A/N: HI okay this starts sad but has a happy ending and tbh I like this one okay.

Scott was well aware of the fact that being in the public eye wasn't easy. There's constant pressure from all sides to act and behave the way complete strangers seem fit. There's no time for sadness, anxiety, or anything that makes one come across as anything other than strong and happy. Scott knew this, but that didn't mean he was always capable of keeping up the front.

It had been an extremely busy Wednesday when he got the call from his mother announcing that his grandfather had passed away. He had managed to step away from everyone to take the call, and now he wasn't sure he was going to be able to go back inside the busy studio and face the rest of the day.

It seemed to Scott that people had this idea in their head that celebrities weren't human and didn't feel emotion, and he made a strong attempt to follow that rule. It took a few minutes, but he managed to wipe the emotions from his face and rejoin the group. There was some discussion going on about whether a few measures of their new song should be sang in a minor or major chord, and Scott found himself unable to devote any of his energy to the debate.

In the moment, he didn't care about the music. He didn't care about who was going to sing what, or what tempo their new piece would be set at, and if he was honest, he'd rather be anywhere besides crammed into a room with so many people who knew how to read his body language. It was only a matter of time before someone picked up on the fact that he wasn't okay.

As if on cue, a soft palm settled over his own hands that were clasped together in his lap tighter than necessary. Scott let his eyes slip upwards and he met the gaze of his brunet best friend. He could tell immediately that he had been found out, but before Mitch could speak Scott managed a weak shake of his head, silently begging him not to ask. Not yet. He thought for a brief second that Mitch would question his mood anyways, but one final squeeze to his hands was all he received before he was allowed to fade into the background again.

The rest of the session went as smoothly as it could go, and it wasn't long before Scott was finally home and in a safe place to let his emotions out. Mitch arrived only a few minutes after him, and the look on the blond's face had him pulling Scott into a tight embrace without hesitation.

Scott wasn't sure how long he cried against Mitch's shoulder, but when he finally let his vision focus again it was dark outside. He wasn't done being upset, but he didn't think he could produce anymore tears. Mitch had asked him a few times what had happened, but he'd been physically unable to speak until now.

"Um... grandpa." His voice was thick from tears and he couldn't even recognize it himself.

"Your grandpa?" Scott nodded against Mitch's chest and took a shaky breath as slender fingers carded through his hair. "Is he okay?" Scott used the rest of the strength he had to firmly shake his head, and then he was being pulled even tighter to the little brunet. He wasn't sure when they had managed to make it to the couch, but he was suddenly very glad that he was already laying down with his head tucked under Mitch's chin. "Oh baby. I'm so sorry. Do we need to go catch a flight to visit him? You know I can make this happen."

Scott knew Mitch was trying. He was trying to soothe Scott while also helping him in every way he could. He was thankful for Mitch in his life. He shook his head once more and settled himself with a few more deep breaths before speaking again.

"He passed, Mitchy. Today. Mom called to tell me." He wasn't sure how it was possible to be any closer to Mitch, but the brunet made it happen.

"Oh Scotty. I'm so sorry, baby. I love you so much."