A/N: This oneshot is basically based off this picture because of the two roofs touching.
TW: Mentions of; Self harm, bullying, suicide, anxiety, depression, and PTSD.
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Mitch's POV
"Mitch! Will you come down here please?" I hear my mom call. I walk downstairs to see a moving truck outside and a not-so-bad looking guy carrying boxes.
"Who are they?" I ask her, still staring at the boy.
"They're our new neighbors. Why don't you go say hi?" She suggests, making me snap my head over to look at her.
"I think not, they look busy. I don't wanna get in their way." I quickly come up with an excuse. It's not fully a lie, but I also don't want to embarrass myself in front of them. Plus, it's summer and mommy doesn't do well in heat.
"Okay, fine. But you and I are going over there later to welcome them." She informs me. I sigh but nod anyway before walking back upstairs to my room. I go upstairs to my room, deciding to just listen to music and write. Not even an hour later, my mom is calling me back downstairs.
"Mom, I love you but I'm kind of in the middle of writing and you're getting in the way of the creative process..." I get quieter when I see the boy with a woman, who I assume to be his mom, at the door, my face quickly heating up.
"Mitch, this is Connie and her son, Scott. Scott's a year older than you, maybe you guys could hang out sometime." My mom motions me to come closer from where I had been standing, as I froze when I realized they were there.
"H-hi, nice to meet you." I quietly say to the boy I was now standing in front of.
"Nice to meet you, too." He replies, smiling back at me.
"Kissyboy, why don't you and Scott go upstairs to your room." My face turns even redder and my mom smiles as if she isn't trying to embarrass me. I squint at her and she does it right back. I nod and motion Scott to follow me to my room.
"Kissyboy, huh?" Scott playfully teases after I close the door.
"Shut up. She started calling me that when she caught me kissing a boy." I whine, causing him to laugh. We sit across from each other on my bed and start to talk.
"So, Mitch, tell me about yourself. All I know is that you're 16 and gay."
"That's really all there is." I joke and he chuckles.
"C'mon, there has to be more." I tell him more about myself and he does the same. Turns out, he's 17, also gay, likes blue, and loves music... and Beyonce.
We were laying down, talking when Scott's mom told him they had to go back home to unpack. We say our goodbyes and he leaves. It starts to get dark outside and cool down, so I climb out my window and sit on the roof outside my bedroom to write, like I do most nights. I quietly play on music and hum along to it, getting lost in thought as I wrote.
"Hey, stranger." I hear a voice say, making me nearly jump out of my skin.
"Oh, hey." I pause my music when I see Scott in climbing out outside of his window, onto the roof across from me.
"Whatcha writing there?" Scott asks, sitting against the wall of his house.
"I don't really know.." I tell him, truly not knowing how to describe it.
"Well, what is it about? If you don't mind me asking."
"It's.. it's about this boy who had lots of friends until middle school. In middle school, all of the other boys get bigger and stronger. Their voices get lower and they grow tall. The boy... this boy doesn't do any of that. His voice hardly gets deeper, he only grows a little bit taller, and he's just skinny and small. This brings a lot of bullying his way, all of his friends turned against time, except one. The one best friend, she... well to say it bluntly, she saved him from killing himself when he was a freshman. He wanted to end it all after he was beaten into a coma by his bullies, he figured it wouldn't get better. His best friend keeps him alive and helped him stop self-harm. He has scars on his arm, but the bullying eventually got better and he continues to go to therapy to help his anxiety, depression, and PTSD." I tell him, refusing to meet his eyes.
"Mitch?" I slowly look over at him.
"Yeah?"
"Is that boy you?" I look back down and slowly nod, my eyes tearing up slightly. I hear Scott stand up and sit down next to me, putting an arm around me to pull me into a hug. I put my notebook to the side and hug him back, a few tears slipping from my eyes. We pull away from the hug and Scott takes my hand as a silent way to tell me he's here for me. I see him look at the scars on my arm before he speaks again.
"I'm sorry that happened to you. And you say you're over it, but I can see it in you're eyes that you're not okay. Mitch, I've known you for a day but I can tell you're one of the most beautiful people I've ever met. Your voice, it's amazing. I heard you humming and it was such an amazing sound to listen to." He tells me, making me smile bigger than I have in a while. I see him glace at my lips and start to lean in. I find myself leaning in too until our lips meet in a sweet kiss.
"Thank you, that's really sweet." I tell him after we break away from the kiss.
"You're welcome... Kissyboy." He winks at me and I hit his arm, both of us laughing.
