I'm at my best friends house so i'm going to go ahead and post the next two chapters!
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Scotts mind was racing. Mitch was gay? He knew that everyone else thought so because of the way he acted at times but just because he was a little feminine didn't automatically make him gay, a fact that Scott had never hesitated to point out to anyone who used the stereotype to bully his friend. Scott was proudly gay; but he was also 6'3, muscular, and a great fighter. The way he looked and the way he acted had nothing to do with his sexuality.
Seriously though, Mitch... gay? He knew it was dumb to think it, he knew it was an assumption that he hated when other people made it, but did that mean that there was a chance that he would finally like Scott back now? He knew that just because he was gay didn't mean Mitch automatically wanted to make out with him but at least he knew that they played for the same team. There was that much more chance.
The doorbell rang loudly and Scott couldn't help but jump, causing Mitch to laugh at him. "Scott, it's just the pizza. Do you want me to get it so that nothing can attack you?" Mitch smirked at him and all Scott wanted to do was kiss the stupid expression off of his face but instead he shook his head and stood up, grabbing his wallet off of the side of the couch. He knew he had to find a way to get over Mitch, it wasn't ever going to happen even if he did like guys. Scott knew he wasn't good enough for Mitch.
He swung the door open to reveal a gorgeous, dark haired man with a large smile and he felt his stomach drop "Hi, babe. Long time no see. One large peperoni and one large bacon?" all Scott wanted to do was slam the door in his face but he knew he couldn't. Why hadn't he just let Mitch get the door? "That'll be $10.50 Scotty boy." as Scott pulled the money from his wallet he could feel Casey's eyes on him and he felt nauseous. He just wanted to go back to Mitch and have him curled up in his arms smiling up at him. He handed the money to Casey and grabbed the pizza, backing away when the man reached out to touch his arm. "You're still really handsome... I miss you babe."
Scott felt tears prickle in his eyes, "Thanks, please just go Casey." He smiled awkwardly, not wanting to anger him but wanting to get back to Mitch. He knew what happened when Casey got angry and he wasn't in the headspace to deal with that again.
"Okay, but before I go I want you to know that I still love you. Don't you still love me Scotty?" Scott just shook his head, he was at a loss for words, Casey had ruined his life so long ago and now he was back trying to fix things? That wasn't fair and he couldn't just let him waltz back into his life like this. He pushed him softly and closed the door behind him before walking into the kitchen.
He had never really been used to guys being interested in him and to have someone as attractive as Casey want to talk to him was sort of big at the time, he had just come out his freshman year when he met Casey. All dark hair and smoldering good looks, it was hard to resist. So he didn't. He stayed by Casey's side for two years, constantly smiling and being happy. Until Casey decided he was done with Scott and just walked out of his life without so much as a goodbye. He never even actually broke up with Scott, he just started posting pictures of himself kissing other men... and women. And the things that happened just before the breakup... Scott didn't allow himself to think about that at all.
That was Scott's first taste of true heartbreak and it still haunted him. When he looked in the mirror he could hear the insults Casey used to fling at him and as hard as he tried to move past it, the whole thing still haunted him. He felt like it would never stop because if Casey didn't love him, then why would anyone else? He was truly a pathetic hot mess.
Scott couldn't handle it anymore, he slammed his back against the fridge and slid down it; putting his head between his knees. At the sight of a pair of worn out sneakers he realized that he hadn't locked the door; Mitch would never wear shoes so old. He slowly looked up into the cold eyes he had once loved and shivered at the evil smirk pasted on the face of his nightmares. "Cutie." He winked and Scott felt his face heat up. Why did he still react to this jerk? It just wasn't fair! Scott wished that he didn't feel anything but he did, he felt so much.
"Scotty, what's taking so long?" Mitch walked in and Scott began to cry again. Small sobs pouring out of him as his head began to throb "Why the fuck is he here? What the hell did you do to him?" he raised a single, perfect eyebrow and Scott saw his fist clench; Mitch had always been protective, Scott's mom had once referred to him as a guard Chihuahua, small but vicious and protective. Scott just shook his head; he knew what Casey was capable of and Mitch didn't need to fight this battle for him.
"Wow Scotty, you and Mitch? I should've known you would make that downgrade once I left. Or wait I forgot; is he still pretending to be straight?" Casey smirked at Mitch and Scott took a deep breath. Casey could say whatever he wanted about him but talking about Mitch was something else, it was asking to get your face smashed in. He had to man up and protect him. Scott stood to his full height and tried to look menacing with tears on his face, looking slightly down at Casey.
"Mitch is my best friend, nothing more nothing less. Even though that's none of your business. You're not even good enough to be in the same room as him. You need to leave." Casey smirked at him and he felt his resolve waiver for a second before he remembered who he was dealing with, Casey wasn't worth the pain and he couldn't go through it again.
"Well I've got to get back to work, but I'll totally text you tonight." Casey smiled at him and he felt his heart drop, it still hurt. It all still hurt. Casey finally left and Scott turned to see Mitch walking out of the room. Mitch... a literal Greek god... but he couldn't let himself go there. He couldn't let himself fall even more in love with his friend, he couldn't handle the heartbreak again. Especially not from Mitch.
Scott quickly walked into the living room to find Mitch sitting on the couch shaking and crying, he felt his heart shatter. "Mitchie, don't listen to that jerk. I love you so much." Scott scooped Mitch up into his arms and held him close. "You're my best friend and that's never going to change. The stupid comments and stuff will come, but you're the only constant I've ever had in my life and you're the person I'll need for the rest of my life."
"Thank you Scott... but I'm not crying because of his stupid opinion. Im just upset because tonight isn't about me, it's about you, and I'm supposed to be able to protect you. You've always done that for me and I suck at it. I hate seeing you cry." Mitch physically shook himself and dried his face. "I'm sorry, I'm being a brat and making this about me. Are you okay? I know seeing him must've been hard on you" Scott wasn't going to cry... he was going to hold it in... he wouldn't do it... he wouldn't... and now he's crying, full on sobbing into Mitch's shirt.
"Don't say that Mitch, having you here was all I needed to get through that but... but I just hate him so much Mitch. I thought I got all of these stupid tears out months ago." Scott hadn't felt this weak since Casey had abandoned him, he felt the wound reopen and his heart shatter once more. Especially since now the whole mess was making Mitch think he was a bad friend.
"Because he hurt you babe, but it'll be okay. You'll be okay. I'm here no matter what, anything you need from me you got it because I just want to see your gorgeous smile all the time." Mitch wrapped himself around Scott and kissed his forehead. Mitch had always been a good friend and now, Scott was falling in love with him. God, its so cliché, in love with your best friend. It was never going to work out. He knew it wouldn't, so why was he wishing that Mitch had kissed a little lower?
