Time After Time

This Moment

When the morning danced in, Scott opened his eyes and was slightly surprised to see that he was alone. He shifted slightly, stretching out his limbs that had been trapped in uncomfortable positions and glanced around the living room. Kirstie's bag and jacket were still on one of the chairs, so Scott knew that she hadn't left yet. A sudden clatter from the kitchen halted his examination of the room, and despite still being half-asleep, the baritone climbed to his feet and went to investigate. As soon as he saw the state of the room, he had to bite his lip to prevent an outburst of giggles. Kirstie had clearly been attempting to make breakfast, but, judging from the mess that covered the room, Scott figured that it was safe to presume that her attempts were failing miserably. There were various different foods spilled across the counters, and the floor was covered in what looked to be a mixture of egg and something else - milk, perhaps. Shaking his head with a grin on his lips, Scott cleared his throat. Unaware of the baritone's presence until that moment, a startled Kirstie dropped the plastic bowl she was holding, sending more liquid flying everywhere. Scott burst out into a fit of hysterical laughter.

"Oh my God! Your face!" he managed between giggles.

"I thought you were asleep!" the long haired woman exclaimed, trying her best to look annoyed. She couldn't manage it, though, as the corners of her mouth were fighting to turn upwards and form a smile.

"What are you even doing?" Scott laughed, running his index finger over the closest counter and holding up the food-covered finger to his friend, who couldn't hold back her own laughter anymore.

"I literally have no idea," she chuckled, bending down to pick up the bowl that she had dropped. Smirking, she walked closer to her blonde friend and, reaching up high, held the bowl over Scott's head. Various liquids fell from the container and fell into the tall man's hair, some of it dripping down his face. Giggling like a child, Kirstie dropped the bowl as her friend protested through his own laughter.

"I'll get you for that!" Scott yelled, lifting the bowl from his head and placing it on Kirstie's, who screamed and pulled the bowl off almost instantly before reaching for the milk. Laughing, she opened it and poured it over Scott, who retaliated by cracking an egg over her head. Next came the flour, the water, some more milk, a few more eggs and a lot of laughter. The pair ended up on the floor, crying from their laughter, hugging one another, sitting in a sea of food. A snort of laughter caught their attention; Mitch was standing in the doorway, scanning his eyes over the sight that had found it's way in front of him.

"You had a food fight? Without me?" he pouted, folding his arms.

"Aw, we're sorry, Mitchie," Kirstie smiled as the small man joined the pair on the floor.

"We could've used this food fight for Superfruit," Scott mused, staring at the ceiling. He didn't feel comfortable looking at his best friend, who had pulled out his cell phone.

"What're you doing?" Kirstie questioned.

"Calling Ryan - we can film something like this for YouTube... although we may need some more food, since you guys have basically turned into walking cake mixtures," Mitch chuckled as he stood up, the back of his clothes now also covered in food. He walked into the other room to make his phone call.

"You can't ignore him," Kirstie hissed to her blonde friend. She'd noticed the way he'd kept his eyes glued to one corner of the ceiling when the countertenor had been in the room.

"I don't know what to say, though. Or what to think... or feel, for that matter," the tall man murmured in response.

They sat in silence until Mitch returned a few minutes later, strolling in with a grin on his face.

"He said he'll be here in about half an hour or so - with some more food."

"Are people really going to want to watch us throw half of the contents of a kitchen at each other?" the long haired woman asked, smiling at Mitch.

"The internet is a rather strange place, Kirst," Mitch responded, flashing her a grin. Kirstie was surprised to see that Mitch was in such a good mood - hadn't he supposedly confessed his true feelings for Scott the previous day? Why was he so calm and happy? In fact, Kirstie couldn't even remember the last time she'd seen the countertenor smiling this much. Glancing over at Scott, she sighed quietly and rolled her eyes. Scott was too stubborn to listen to her, and she knew that.

"Hey, shouldn't we cover Mitch in some food before we start? To make it more... fair?" the woman smiled.

"Whatever," Scott shrugged. Kirstie caught a glimpse of the frown on Mitch's face and looked over at Scott again.

"Want to help?" She offered. The blonde shook his head, and Kirstie raised an eyebrow at him.

"You sure?"

"What's wrong, Scottie?" Mitch asked, dread painted all over his face. Kirstie, sensing that it wasn't the right time for this discussion, grabbed two eggs and cracked one over each of her friends heads.

"Come one, enough moping. Let's have some fun!" she declared before turning to each of the men individually and mouthing a simple "later" at them. The two men tried to keep their distance from one another, which Kirstie simply couldn't allow. She knew she had to get these two idiots together somehow, or else it would completely destroy them. But she had to find a way to force Scott to realize his feelings for the countertenor first. Sighing to herself, she splashed some milk over Mitch and encouraged the blonde man to do the same. The time flew by surprisingly quickly, and the three were covered in food by the time Ryan turned up. Setting up the camera quickly and passing the food to the trio, they filmed the episode of Superfruit with smiles on their faces. Knowing that he couldn't distance himself from Mitch whilst they were on camera, he forced himself to treat the short man the way he usually did. He was sure that some of the things he said and did seemed unnatural, but he wasn't all that bothered by that - he thought his overall performance was pretty convincing. As soon as the episode had been filmed and Ryan had said his goodbyes, the trio were met with the inevitable consequence of throwing food - clearing up.

"I'm taking a shower," Scott said, staring at the floor. Kirstie stared up at the blonde and was almost certain she could see tears in his eyes, and a few tear drops falling down his face. Despite knowing that it would be quicker to have three people clean up the mess, she felt sorry for the crying blonde and told him that it was fine. Besides, it gave her the chance to speak to Mitch.