Letterman (Scomiche)

Jacket

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Mitch can't believe it, really, doesn't understand how he could have possibly lost one of the most important objects in his life.

He scours his room, practically tears his closet apart looking for Scott's letterman, and he bursts into tears when he realizes that it's gone. He's pretty sure Scott will hate him for this, or at least be extremely upset with him, because he's pretty sure he hates himself right now.

He's thankful it's at least Spring break, since that means he won't have to walk the halls bare. He can't imagine what trekking through the school without Scott's name - his scent - on him.

Mitch rubs at his eyes with a tissue, sat in the middle of his messy room. He doesn't know how or when he's going to break this to Scott, tell him that he lost the first thing his boyfriend every game him - the most important thing.

And Mitch doesn't think he's ever been so reluctant to answer one of Scott's phone calls, but there's so much dread surrounding him when his phone starts to vibrate on the pile of clothes he'd abandoned it on earlier.

He sighs, rubbing frustratedly at his nose as he gathers his phone into his hands and accepts the call from his boyfriend.

"Hey, Mitchy!" Scott beams through the phone.

"Hi, baby." Mitch says softly.

"I was just calling to check in on your first official day of Spring Break! Everything okay? Are you sniffling?"

Mitch bites at his lip, "yeah, Scotty. Everything is good. I'm either getting sick or it's just those stupid Spring allergies." He lies, red shame encasing his heart.

"Oh, yeah, you get them bad, don't you?" Mitch hums in reply to Scott's question. "Well, why don't I come bring you some soup, and we can watch a movie?"

Mitch swallows, "I don't think it's a good time, Scotty."

"Oh, okay, baby. Well, what about tomorrow, then?"

Mitch eyes his lap, feels the tears prickling in the corners of his eyes. "I can't."

"Well, you can't be busy all week. What about-"

"No," Mitch croaks. "I can't because I lost your letterman." He chokes out, his words ending on a sob. "I'm so sorry."

"Baby," Scott shushes. "Hey, it's okay, Mitchy. We can get you another, it's not that hard."

"But it'll be different," Mitch whines, sniffling through his words. He hates to sound childish but he just knows it won't be the same. Scott's letterman was Scott's letterman. It was worn, weather in some spots, and it smelled so strongly of Scott still, despite Mitch having constantly worn it for so long. And it's theirs. It's the one Scott gave him when he asked him to the dance, and it's the one Mitch had worn proudly ever since, and it's just - it's so much more than a jacket, and Mitch can't believe he fucking lost it.

"Okay, then, I'll help you look for it, Mitchy."

Mitch sniffles, a sad smile tugging at his lips. "Thank you."

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Mitch doesn't find it. Not with Scott's help, or his mom's help, or Kirstin's help. He's pretty much defeated and a little devastated when it nears the end of Spring break. Mitch can't remember the last time he walked the halls without HOYING branded on him, and he really doesn't want to.

Scott asks to see him on Sunday, and Mitch agrees but warns him that his mood is definitely terrible. He misses being constant enveloped in Scott, and he doesn't think it'll get any better until the jacket turns up.

He knocks on Scott's front door, waiting patiently for his boyfriend to come answer and invite him in. Eventually Scott does, greeting him with a hug, and pulling him inside and up the stairs to his bedroom. Scott's parents aren't home - won't be for the next few hours - but Mitch isn't in the mood to do anything, for once.

"Mitchy," Scott breathes, pulling Mitch in close and kissing his temple. Mitch's senses are overwhelmed with the smell of Scott that he remembers all to well, and for a moment, everything is okay. But then Scott pulls away and sits them on his bed instead. "I've got a surprise."

Mitch's eyes widen. "Surprise?" He asks. He doesn't know why Scott could want to surprise him. It's not as if it's some holiday or some relationship milestone is approaching - right?

"Yeah," Scott says. "You're gonna' hate me for it, but I promise it hurt me so much to do what I did."

Mitch frowns, worrying at his lip. He doesn't know if he likes the sound of that. "What's going on?"

Scott stands, walking over to his closet and ruffling through it, pulling something from the very back. When he turns, he holds it out sheepishly.

It's his fucking letterman.

Mitch gasps, jumping off the bed and rushing over to Scott. He crushes him in a hug, the jacket tucked between their bodies. "You found it!" Mitch squeals, pulling back and taking the jacket. He brings it to his face, inhaling Scott's scent which seems even more intense after having been in Scott's closet. "Where did you find it?" He smiles.

"Uh," Scott swallows. "That's the thing... I kind of took it."

Mitch frowns, hands dropping to his sides, the letterman tucked to his side. "You took it? From who?" He grits out because he knows what Scott's answer will likely be, but he also knows it better not be that.

"Y-you," he says, gnawing nervously at his lip. "I had a reason-"

"What the fuck? You took it from me? You saw how worked up I got when I thought I lost it - how could you?!" Mitch says, and he does his best to sound angry because he wants to be angry, but he can't help the broken sound his voice makes as he nears the end of his questioning.

"Baby, please. Let me explain," Scott begs.

"Okay, explain."

"I took it, and I know there were better ways for me to do what I did, but I had a very good reason, and I wanted to surprise you." He sighs, "look."

Scott reaches for the jacket, Mitch letting it go. Scott fumbles around with the fabric, moving and folding until he's showing Mitch the sleeve. It's got something stitched into it, and Mitch moves closer, squinting at the sewn fabric until he can make out what the small lettering is.

His initials; MG.

He looks up at Scott, brow softening as his touches his initials. It's not quality sewing, but it's legible and enough to make Mitch's heart thump out of his chest.

"You sewed my initials into your jacket?" He says softly, fingers brushing over the letters.

"I just thought - y'know - this jacket means a lot to us and it shouldn't just have me on it."

Mitch smiles, tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. "You're really fucking sweet, Scott Hoying." He says, moving into Scott's arms, pressing a gentle kiss to Scott's chest.

"I love you, baby."

Mitch smiles, breathing in Scott's scent. "I love you, Scotty." He sighs happily, "but don't you ever fucking steal the jacket from me again."