Depths •||• scomiche

45.

scott was still in bed when i walked into his room.

he was laying on the side furthest away from me with his back facing my way, buried under the covers.

is he asleep?

it's almost 2 pm.

welp.

he pretty much always sleeps in, so this isn't that strange.

i, very quietly, walked to the bed and climbed in next to him.

i don't want to wake him? maybe he's finally getting some sleep, because he's been looking really tired lately.

"scott?" i asked softly, checking if he was awake.

i got no response, so i just layed down next to him, waiting for him to wake up.

-

"hey." scott said after a while, his back still turned to me.

"hi." i moved back a bit so he could turn around.
"been awake for long?"

"yeah, and i've been thinking." scott said and turned to me, slightly lowering the covers so i could see his face.

"'bout what?"

"just give me one second." he got out of the bed and put on some clothes, walking to the bathroom after.

i'm scared.

what was he thinking about?

-

after about 5 minutes scott walked back out, looking amazing as always, and sat next to me on the bed.

"what's going on?" i asked, pretty scared.

"i'm sorry." scott said and looked in front of him.
"i was thinking about us and how i'm making neither of us happier, really. i feel like i'm only making you less happy."

"what are you talking about?"
i mean, he's not 100% wrong, but he makes me happy most of the time.

"listen, i love you a whole lot, but i don't want to be a burden to you."

"stop talking, please." i felt a lump in my throat.

what's he gonna say.

"my life is kind of crumbling apart right now, and the thought of you having to try and help this depressed mess of a person that i am makes me sad, so i think it's just better if i go to arizona, to my dad, for a while."

"no, please don't. you still have to explain to me what's going on with the whole thomas stuff, and i don't want you to leave." i'm not gonna cry.

"there is no thomas stuff anymore." scott paused and looked at me.

"so... he's fine?"

"well, no. uhm, no, yeah, fuck it, let's say he's fine. but listen, i'll of course be back here in a few weeks, i just want you to go out there and be happy without having to be attached to a person like myself."

"but i want to be."

"mitch, you and i both know you don't want to be. you'd much rather want a boyfriend who's actually willing to do fun stuff with you and not wanting to stay in bed all day. you want a boyfriend that isn't too anxious to take you out on dates. you want a boyfriend that actually helps you with stuff instead of you having to help him all the time. you want a boyfriend that isn't mentally ill, and you know it."

and that's when i felt the burning in my eyes. i'm not gonna cry.

"mitch, listen." scott grabbed my shoulders and turned me to him.
"i don't want you to be sad, okay? we'll both be fine. i'm gonna talk some stuff out with my dad, and you're gonna have a good time. we're not gonna worry about each other while i'm gone. we're just gonna focus on ourselves and it'll all be okay."

he's being too nice.
i just want to hug him.

"are we breaking up?" i asked, hoping to god that the answer was no.

"i don't know." is all that scott said, and honestly, me neither. i don't know.

-

yeet

woop

this was short and sad, just how i like it

anyway im gonna go cry because mitch and beau are adorable, and so are scott, mason and mark. fight me

bye<4

(btw this isn't close to ending anytime soon so expect updates)