September Drabbles

eighteen; clouds

The second the door leading outside closed, Mitch leaned up against it and took his first breath in what felt like hours. If it hadn't been storming out, the house might've brought him some tension, but now, it felt strangely relieving.

That is, until Mitch realized just how soaked his whole outfit was. He hadn't planned on being out in the rain today, but then again, nothing in his day today had been planned and it was rather fitting.

After a few more deep breaths, Mitch pushed himself away from the door. He trudged up the flight of stairs towards the main level before almost instantly seeing Scott on one of the couches on his phone. And as if on cue, the second Mitch reached the couch, Scott set his phone down and his head jolted up.

"What the fuck did you do that for?" He immediately said.

"I--"

"I got so scared, Mitch." Mitch rolled his eyes.

"It was just cloudy when I left."

"That's not what I meant." Mitch's mouth gaped at the comment, but Scott was quick to keep talking. "Just... don't do that again."

Mitch wanted to fight back. He really did. However, he had struggled enough today. And the blonde did seem rather neutral once again. Scott finally rose from his spot on the couch then headed to the brunette.

"Let's get you out of these clothes, yeah?" That didn't seem like a terrible idea to Mitch, but as Scott reached for Mitch, his thoughts almost immediately changed.

"Scott--"

"Its fine, Mitch. It's fine."

"Scott."

"Let me help you, dammit," Scott said through gritted teeth. Mitch's eyes widened. "I don't care about it anymore."

"I know that's not true." Scott's eyes met Mitch's for a brief moment.

"Take off your coat."

Mitch wanted to fight back. He really did. However, maybe there was a bit of truth in Scott's words. There usually was. And for that reason, he did what Scott wanted.