Tightrope: A Scomiche AU

Chapter Three

Mitch had turned his phone off the night before, so when he turned his phone on, he had twenty missed calls, and sixty texts, all from Scott. Mitch rolled his eyes at the angry messages, and texted a "will be there in a bit," before turning his phone back on. He got himself ready for the morning, getting ready meaning tossing on sweats, a hoodie, and a pair of Spongebob slippers. He grabbed his keys and phone, heading out to his car. He drove to the apartment complex, going up the elevator and into his apartment, Scott angrily sitting on the couch.

"I can see that the 'Amazing' Ana isn't here," Mitch said, trying his hardest to hold back the little smirk that was forming. "Did you actually care enough to listen to me for once?"

"I told her I was packing my stuff today," Scott growled, "because my roommate didn't care to tell me he was selling this place and moving. Moving in with your baby mama or something?"

"First of all," Mitch snapped, "I, the owner of this apartment, have full rights to sell it with out consulting my roommate, who lives here completely rent free. Second, if Ana didn't bitch to me, you would have definitely known sooner about me getting a bigger apartment. Third, you have no fucking right to say I don't care about something. And last, but definitely not least, how fucking dare you call Kit a 'baby mama'! She is the mother of my son, but honestly, she's a much better friend to me than you have been for a long time."

"So you can call my girlfriend a whore," Scott spat, "but I can't call your ex a baby mama? I see no logic in that."

"Ana is dating you for the money she thinks you have," Mitch laughed, "and that literally makes her the definition of a whore. Kirstie, though, she actually cares about me, Scott! I have went through so much you don't even know about, all because you haven't cared enough to fucking pay attention. Seven years ago, you promised to always be there for me, but you seemed to forget that promise only a month later. A month after that, I was happy again, because I had someone, still, that was there for me. She was there through my highs and lows, the way you should've been. Is that why you hate her so m..."

Before Mitch could finish yelling, Scott's lips were on his, the brunet escaping reality. His heart was pumping so loudly, it made him forget it was the blonds lips and began to kiss back. Mitch's arms wrapped around Scott's neck, their mouths moving in perfect time as they both felt love and passion for the first time in years. The moment, though, was short lived as Mitch snapped back to reality, realizing he had feelings for his best friend.

"What the fuck?!" Mitch yelled after pulling away. "Fuck you, Scott! Fuck you! How fucking dare you?! I have been through this before, and this won't fucking happen again! Fuck you, Hoying!"

"What are you..." is all Scott could get out before Mitch collapsed, the blond catching his roommate in enough time. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"I'm okay," Mitch mumbled. "I'm used to it. Just get me a roll of toilet paper and put me on the couch. Bring the trashcan from my room. Don't ask questions, just do it."

"Okay," Scott nodded, doing as he was told.

"Thanks," Mitch smiled, grabbing a was of toilet paper and putting it to his nose. "Put the can between my legs and get another was ready to switch."

"What is going on?" Scott asked, but he obliged.

"It's nothing you need to worry about," Mitch shook his head. "This happens all the time so I'm very well used to it."

"Aren't you concerned about your health?" Scott continued.

"I know exactly what's wrong," Mitch shrugged, "and you don't have to worry about it. I have everything under control."

"I'm so sorry I haven't been here for you," Scott sniffled, trying to hold back tears. "I was so terrified when you collapsed. I felt at fault for it, because I haven't been here for you like I should. I am so sorry, Mitch."

"As long as you don't leave me helpless again," Mitch reassured. "Everything should be okay. You can officially meet Kit and my son. You just need to only pack your clothes anyways. They will send movers to move our stuff for us. Just pack what you don't want them to touch. Based on how you kissed me, I'm sure there are some hidden objects you don't want strangers to find. Also, I need to switch toilet paper. If you're squeamish, hand me the wad and look away."

"I'll be okay," Scott smiled, handing Mitch the toilet paper. Mitch moved the tissue from his nose, a clot of blood rushing into the can before the blood went back to droplets. Mitch threw away the bloody tissue and put the fresh wad to his nose. Scott looked at the pale man, and thought that he was beautiful, even with the color drained from his skin. It mad the brunet's look tantalizingly darker, and his lips pinker and a lot more inviting.

"Scotty?" The two men heard Ana call out, snapping them both away from their thoughts. "You didn't answer my calls, so I came to see if you were okay... Oh Mitch! You... You're home. I thought it'd be just me and Scott today."

"Actually, Ana," Scott spoke up, "I think I'm going to just hang with him for the day. He's sick, and I want to make sure he's okay. He's already called off today and everything."

"So you're picking him over me?" Ana spat.

"At this moment, yes," Scott nodded, rolling out another wad of tissue.

"Then I am done," she growled, attempting to give Scott a shitty ultimatum.

"That is definitely not the way to make me change my mind, Ana," he shrugged with a laugh, the woman getting angry and storming off with a slam of the apartment door.

"I really need to thank you for that, Scotty," Mitch smiled as he switched the wad out. "This should be the last round, then we will go to Kirstie's apartment for a while."

"Are you sure you're not too weak to drive after this?" Scott raised an eyebrow, genuinely concerned about his best friend's health.

"I have been weaker and have still driven to work," Mitch admitted. "You really don't have to worry, Scotty."

"As long as you're okay, then we'll go," Scott sighed, the two of them cleaning up before heading to Mitch's car.