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Memories

So someone asked how long my one shots usually are, and the answer is usually 1200 words or more.

Someone else asked what I use to make my covers. They really aren't that cool it takes like 3 minutes with PicCollage.

okay you can read the one shot now

Mitch scrolled down his instagram, completely uninterested. He had already looked at everything, and there was nothing he particularly cared about really. He was extremely bored, and there was nothing to do. Scott was in the next room, editing the new superfruit, so he knew there was really no point in bothering him. He could ask if they could do something, but Scott would just say that he was busy and wanted to get the video done.

So he lounged on the couch, bored completely out of his mind. He decided to look through old photos on his instagram. Right from the beginning to the most recent one. Taking a trip down memory lane seemed reasonable. He went to his profile and began scrolling down until he reached the very bottom.

He clicked on it and smiled- It was a picture he had taken while watching a movie. He remembered that day well. He was lounging on the couch, completely calm and happy while watching the movie. It had been great, and he decided to instagram it. He clicked to go back and tapped the second to last one, smiling almost immediately.

It was a picture of Kirstie and him. He laughed at how young they both looked. As he looked closer he realized he had his eyebrow piercings in at the time, and his hand automatically went up to his perfectly plucked eyebrow, feeling around the area where his piercing had previously been. He had ended up taking it out, and the pierced skin was nearly closed, but not completely. He kind of missed his piercing, but overall he was glad it wasn't in anymore.

He clicked back and moved onto the next one. It was just two pictures of himself and Kirstie. He smiled at the picture fondly before going to the next. 

His throat caught as he studied it closely. It was a picture of him and none other than Travis, his drink, and the name of the place they were at all made into one collage. Mitch sighed and went back. He began scrolling lazily, suddenly bored of going one by one. he scrolled, and clicked a photo, curious of what it actually was. He clicked on it and squinted. He realized it was a picture of him and Travis with a dark filter. He couldn't help but want to revisit the rest of the photos he had with Travis.

With each picture he saw he felt himself getting sadder and sadder. Sure, that was long past and he was with Scott, but Travis was his first real serious boyfriend. 

Who would even be able to not think of their first real partner? It's fucking impossible, He thought nonchalantly. He found himself staring longer and longer at a picture of himself and Travis, the memory hitting him hard. He remembered the week Travis and him broke up. Hell, it had been fucking painful to do absolutely anything. Shoot that weeks superfruit. Do vocals with Pentatonix. Talk to friends. He hadn't drunk at all that week, which had been hard. Maybe even the most difficult thing that week, He thought, chuckling slightly. He clicked on Travis's instagram name and his heart caught in his throat. He had totally forgotten that Travis had deleted his instagram, facebook, and twitter after their break up.

He stifled a sob as his phone fell to the ground, clattering on the uncarpeted wood area of the floor. He heard music stop playing, but he couldn't have cared less in that moment. Memories of false declarations of love overtook his mind, and he was full on crying now. 

"I'm fucking worthless," He whispered. He suddenly felt an arm wrap around his waist and he looked up in shock. It was Scott, and he was hugging Mitch tightly. Mitch turned to his left and let himself be engulfed in Scott's arms. Scott hadn't asked what was wrong, but he knew Mitch needed comforting.

"Was I not good enough for him?" He said through his tears. The question was meant more for himself than Scott. "Is it because I'm fat? Ugly? Is it my voice. He- he ended it so abruptly and i jus- just wish that I could have talked t- to him about it."

Scott stayed silent for a few moments before answering. "No babe. You are the opposite of all of those things. I adore your voice, I could listen to you sing and talk all day long. You are gorgeous. You are not fat in the least. And he never deserved to have you. You are a million times better than him, and you have no idea how much I hated it when you went out with him. That night that he dumped you, I knew there was something off about him when he asked to speak to you. I've hated him ever since."

Mitch sniffed and wiped his eyes, nodding whilse doing so. "I am pretty gorgeous," He said, laughing. Scott rolled his eyes.

"No but seriously, you should have told me you were jealous," Mitch began, but Scott shook his head and cut him off.

"Absolutely not. As much as I hate to admit it, you were infatuated with him. You loved him. I could never take you away from someone you love," Scott said, planting a kiss on Mitch's temple.

"You're right. I'm just glad you did end up telling me," Mitch said.

"I think you should delete those pictures from your instagram," Scott said. He was truly looking out for Mitch, and he hated seeing Mitch even remotely upset.

Mitch shook his head stubbornly. "As much as I think that would help me, I could never bring myself to do it. Travis was a big part of my life, and one day I'd like to look back on my instagram and remember absolutely everything," Mitch said. Scott knew he was right.

"You're so inspirational, you know that right baby?" Scott asked Mitch as he reached down to pick up Mitch's phone. Mitch unlocked it and Scott noticed Mitch's eyes go sad and his face darkened a little bit as if he was trying to not bring back the memory again.

Before Scott could say anything Mitch threw his phone to the side and climbed onto Scott's lap, forcefully crashing his lips on Scott's with a newfound lust. Mitch began to grind on him, softly at first. Scott groaned as his crotch was repeatedly pressed on by Mitch's.

This isn't right, Scott thought. He regretfully pushed Mitch back a little bit and Mitch frowned.

"No, Mitchie" Scott said gently.

"Why not?!" Mitch whined.

"I'd rather have sex with you when it's only you and me. I don't want Travis lingering in the back of your mind, no matter how much you try to forget about him, he'll creep back into your thoughts," Mitch pouted and slowly unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, exposing his perfect collarbones. He did this agonizingly slow, and Scott watched, his eyes fixated on Mitch.

"Fuck, you're so irresistable," Scott moaned as he watched Mitch trace his own finger along his hardening crotch. Staring at Mitch touching himself almost made Scott make a mess in his pants, right there. But his answer for that night was still no.

"No, Mitch," Scott insisted.

"But Scotty... I have a little problem down there," Mitch said, fluttering his eyelashes seductively. Scott gasped quietly.

"N- no. Go fix it yourself, we have a bathroom right over there, take care of it and then wash yourself and come back," Scott said, and this was contradictory to what his mind wanted. Mitch sighed in defeat and stomped into the bathroom. 

Scott couldn't help but chuckle.