September Drabbles

twenty-seven; bicycle

For some reason, nearly every object that caught Scott's attention also brought tears to his eyes. Well, there was a reason behind it, but he still hated that he was falling victim to it so easily.

And then his eyes fell on it, and Scott couldn't tear them away no matter how hard he tried. Even when he heard the sound of the door opening, his eyes remained trained on the one wall in the garage.

"You still out here?" Scott knew that voice. He loved that voice. He loved him. But he couldn't look away.

"Sorry," he apologized. It was silent for a few moments before Mitch spoke up again.

"Don't be." A second later, Scott felt arms go around his waist. He immediately moved an arm up and draped it over the shoulders of the brunette.

"What is it now?" Mitch asked, setting his head on Scott's chest.

"Her bike."

"Okay, at least there's good reasoning behind that one."

"There wasn't a good reasoning for anything else?"

"Well, maybe. But nothing beats her bike."

"It feels like yesterday that she was just visiting us. That this was just all a hypothetical, dream situation. But then we decided on a whim to buy that bike and teach her how to ride it. And then we just knew..."

"I know," Mitch whispered, attempting to bury his face further into Scott's chest. There was a beat or two of silence before Scott dared to speak up again.

"When is she coming back again?"

"She promised she'd be back for your birthday," Mitch looked up at Scott. "Two weeks." Another moment of silence.

"I'm gonna go call her," the blonde suddenly announced, breaking out of Mitch's hold.

"We dropped her off yesterday, Scott," Mitch attempted to call after him.

"And?" Scott raised an eyebrow. Mitch opened his mouth to speak, but instead it slowly turned into a smile.

"Tell her that I love her."