Mitch loved to draw, and found inspiration to do so in just about everything.
He found it when he sat on the back patio of his house and stared off into the mountains. He loved the challenge of trying to recreate every little discrepancy he saw and the challenge of trying to capture as much of the natural beauty as he could with his pencil.
He loved to sit out in the front yard as well and watched the neighbors go about their daily lives. He had grown particularly attached to the neighbors that lived across the street and down one house. Michael and Lucas, the father and son duo, always spent time outside. Lucas had recently leaned how to ride a bike, and the joy on both of their faces was enough to get Mitch reaching for his sketchbook.
When inspiration was running low, Mitch could always find some in his handsome blonde. Even though Scott didn't know a thing about Mitch's drawings, it didn't stop Mitch from bringing his notebook out every time Scott had his eyes closed.
And if inspiration ever ran out for good, Mitch knew he would forever have Scott.
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September Drabbles
FanfictionA collection of drabbles; one for each day of the month of September.