LET'S GET FRESH

something called sadness.

What do I do, have I run out of time?

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"I can't stay with you? Why not?" Scott's excited face had melted down into one of sadness. He couldn't help himself with his prior actions. And by that, of course he meant he'd fallen. His crush on the delicate, painted boy was irreversible, now.

The way that he moved, and everything about him, had ensnared the blonde. His posture, his clothes; The way his cheeks glowed with excitement when he was happy, and how little star-shaped glitters seemed to remain in his dark, yet vastly beautiful irises. Scott had admired the painting from afar, never knowing that there was a real boy underneath those layers of oil paint. Not even thinking that such things were possible. But now - Now that it was all real, laid out before his eyes to discover and explore, Scott had unintentionally fallen in love. And it hurt his heart, to find out /already/ that his time with the boy would, inevitably, come to an end.

"I'm sorry, Scott- I am," Mitch's peachy lips closed, allowing himself to gather his thoughts before he even dared speak again. He could see it in the blonde's eyes. His shift in demeanor, the almost romantic look he'd had on his face just moments before. The loving tension between them was rising. Sparks were forming above their heads like minuscule fireworks on a hazy Fourth of July, and Mitch didn't know what to do about it. "I - I don't want to explain why. Not yet- I.."

He didn't know what to say.

But Scott knew what to do.

He gently took Mitch's left hand with his right, tilting his head gently and allowing a sweet little grin to encompass his face. The painted boy found this relaxing, and somehow, his body yearned to lean forward. Closer, closer. And that was exactly what Scott wanted. He admired everything he could about the shorter, brunette male growing nearer, before closing the gap between them as quickly as he could, and sealing it with a kiss. A kiss to the softest, most beautiful and pure lips he'd ever encountered. Their kiss lasted for what felt like ages, their lips and hands holding each other closely, delicately.

Mitch had never experienced a kiss, aside from one time. But it wasn't a romantic one- Not so much like this. His first kiss was a story that would unfold later in time. For now, he savored this one. Never wanting to let go, merely holding onto Scott. However, soon he needed to pull back for air. His lips were puckered up just a bit, from the contact with the blonde's, and his face was as flushed as could be.

"That - That was beautiful. My lungs are filled with stars," Mitch whispered to the man from the Outside, watching his face become alight with a grin.

"Did you like it?" Scott asked brightly, watching Mitch nod his head fervently.

"I did -I did! I've never felt anything, anything that beautiful, that serene... And I wouldn't want to feel that with anybody else, even though I barely know you.." The painted boy said softly, causing Scott to gasp.

"Can I tell you more about myself?" He asked excitedly. Mitch nodded, and Scott began. "My name is Scott Hoying. I'm twenty-six years old. A Virgo-" Mitch raised both eyebrows, and Scott laughed. "A Virgo is part of a special calendar. There's all sorts of names for them. I got you during the summer, around August- Your painting, your frame. So you'd be a Leo, to me. A fire sign! And a Virgo, like me, is an Earth sign." Again, the painted brunette nodded very quietly and respectively, listening to Scott speak without interruption. "The place we live - Well ... Your painting lives, is in a place called Los Angeles.." One confused look from Mitch. "In California, in America.." Two confused looks. "On Earth." Mitch again gave a quizzical expression to Scott, raising one eyebrow- and Scott couldn't help but release a little laugh at this. The boy was absolutely adorable. He explained some more about himself, before finishing with his job. "I make music for a living. You know that... But it's what I'm passionate about. It's not all I'm passionate about - Not anymore. I'm passionate about you."