Vintage Vibrance [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 8

The day went along without Scott and Mitch in it. They ditched the rest of the day to hangout at the park, one of the first places they met.

"The sky is blue. A nice 'ocean-eyes' blue." Mitch said, looking at Scott before slumping on the bench.

Scott smiled at the expression, giving a curt head nod before gazing off across the park square.

"You need to stop worrying." Mitch said, taking a dandelion between his fingers and staring at it.

"I literally just nodded," Scott protested, raising his hands in defense. "Is that a bad thing?"

"But it's in your face. I can see it, barely, but it's there." Mitch blew, watching the seeds fly away in the wind.

"Guilty," Scott hummed.

"You can't just..live with the insults those boys said." He added, leaning back on his elbows.

"I can, and will. You will too," Mitch stated, mimicking his actions. "It doesn't matter."

"Cause you love me?"

"Maybe.."

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Mitch brought Scott home, scandalous to say the least, but they knew more than anyone about each other, so safety played a record.

They sat, kissing and kissing, and enjoying their freedom and peacefulness. Because who cares what snobs in spaceless jeans and broad-shouldered jackets think? All that matters is that they love each other; cause in the end, they're all they've got.

They stayed there for hours, and lived. Living for romance and living for lust. And all they could do was want more. They we living for each other