I'm fine (Scomiche Fanfic)

Chapter 1

Mitch smiled as he looked at Scott, who was riffing like his life depended on it. They were at the studio with the rest of Pentatonix, recording the final track for their new album, and Mitch couldn't be happier with the results. Every song was perfectly planned, their voices clear as they melted in beautiful harmonies... God, he loved singing.
Singing had been the cause of all the best things that had happened in his life.
And also of the worst.
Mitch pushed the thought away, his breathing quickening slightly. He had gotten over that.
He had been going to therapy for the last two years and he had gotten over that.
"Mitch... hey Mitch, are you with us? You missed your cue, sweetie" Kristie's voice brought him back to reality, and he saw all his friends looking at him worriedly.
"Hmm? Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, I just... zoned out a bit, sorry" he said and tried to smile, although he knew by Scott's face that it didn't look believable.
"You sure? You look a little pale..."
"What? No, really, I'm okay, just... kinda tired, you know, it's been a long day, and we still have to film for Superfruit when we get back...- he motioned to Scott.
Suddenly, he felt angry at himself. It was just a thought, a fucking thought, for God's sake, how could it still affect him so much?
"Yeah, I think we all have been a little stressed out lately, with the album and thing and all that stuff, but this is the last track and then it's over... Of course, soon we'll have to start planning the tour and..."
"Nooooo, shut up!" Mitch shouted, trying to focus on the conversation again. "It's getting really late though, I think we should finish this tomorrow, because I'm also starving, and you know how I get when I'm starving" Everyone rolled their eyes, but agreed as they were tired as well.

Mitch liked silence. Most of all, he liked being in silence with Scott. Usually, when two people are together without saying anything, they see it as an "uncomfortable silence", and they're so worried about finding something to say, anything to force a conversation, that they never get to relax, and that's what makes it uncomfortable.
With Scott, it was quite the opposite. He could spend hours with him without talking, just staring at him or simply enjoying his presence. It was a good thing when he wanted to be alone without really being alone, if that makes sense.
That's why Mitch was surprised when, on their ride home, a strange tension seemed to fill the air. It was something he had never felt while being with Scott, and he didn't like it at all. So he cleared his throat and spoke up.
"Hey... is everything ok? You seem kinda off..." he said, not really sure if he had used the right words.
"Yeah... just, today in the studio, when you zoned out, where you thinking about... that?"
Mitch's whole body tensed, and he shot his best friend a warning look.
"I just spaced out, Scott, there's nothing to worry about" he said, his words sharp.
"I know, I didn't mean to offend you, it's just... this and the nightmares you keep having... last night you were screaming so bad I though you were being attacked" Scott's jaw tensed at those words "I just want you to know, if you ever want to talk about that, I' m here for you. Always"
"Thank you, but I'm fine. Really, I've gotten over it. There are way more important things to talk about right now, for example, what pizza would you like to order"
Scott looked at him for a moment, obviously noticing the "subtle" change in the conversation, but decided to drop the topic. Mitch was his best friend. If he had something to tell him, he would tell him. If he said he was fine, then he was fine.
He kept saying that to himself while they discussed Beyonce's new album, trying to ignore the worry that was growing in his stomach.

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