The Moon, The Sun, and Everything Else

Papaoutai (Short and Scomiche)

I found myself stressing last night, and I got myself sucked into the rabbit hole that is Scomiche oneshots. I love learning about other ships in the fandom, but this is a platonic Scomiche! Enjoy!

"Who knew that learning French would be this hard?" Scott sighed and tossed his notebook onto the table top. All of the members of Pentatonix were sitting around a table that had been set up in the rehearsal studios. They had just finished an almost three hour Skype call with a friend of Kevin's from Yale, who is fluent in French. She'd been helping the group with their French for a cover of Papaoutai for PTX Volume Three. Everyone was a little tense because they just couldn't figure this out.

"Well, we always could--" Kirstie spoke up, seeing how frustrated her friend was, but she was quickly interrupted.

"No! We're not taking it off the album! What would we replace it with?" Scott borderline yelled at her.

Avi gave Kirstie's hand a gentle squeeze under the table. They'd been hiding a relationship for a while now, but that's besides the point. This gesture kept Kirstie together, so she wouldn't snap at Scott.

"Not what I meant." Kirstie took a deep breath. "I was going to say that we could always translate it to English."

"No!" He returned almost immediately. "It has to be in French. It has to be." The tension of moment caused him to snap once more, harshly.

"Scott." Mitch pitched into the conversation. He said nothing more than that. He followed his statement by shooting Scott a look. A look that in itself said, "you're going to have to chill. You're only making the situation worse. Relax."

Scott acknowledged this and started to apologize to everyone, especially Kirstie, for snapping. Everyone accepted and understood why the apology had been given. It wasn't explicitly Scott's, or any one member's, fault for the tension that was settling in the room. It was just the task at hand. 

"Okay," Kevin stepped up this time. "Why don't we all just call it for a day. We've been here since what, seven? And it's nearing dinnertime. We're obviously all not in the right mindset, we're spent, we've worked very hard all day. Why don't we all just go home, eat some dinner, rest, and then we can all come back tomorrow, happy and healthy, and ready to learn French." Kevin, always being the voice of reason. All members agreed to this as well, and started shuffling their way out of the studios. 

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Scott stayed silent the rest of the night. He felt horrible about how he had treated the group. He really didn't mean to, it was very out of character for him. He was just stressed, overwhelmed by the task of learning a whole new language. His constant fear of failure didn't help either. Once he got back to his apartment with Mitch, he disappeared into his room with nothing more than the sound of the car keys hitting the glass coffee table. 

"Scott?" Mitch cracked Scott's bedroom door open after he'd seen no sight of the blonde for almost three hours. Mitch sighed at the sight he saw when the door was open. Scott had changed from his clothes from earlier into a more comfortable ensemble, consisting of a pair of gray sweatpants, an old white tee from a concert they'd attending  years ago, and his contacts had been swapped out for his black framed glasses. Scott was bent over a notebook, scribbling things onto the paper as he switched his gaze between his laptop screen and notebook. After taking a closer look, Mitch noticed that his screen was displaying a French course that was presented by a University. It was one of those fancy courses that you had to pay an arm and a leg for for thirty day trial. Trial. Mitch cleared his throat abnormally loudly to capture Scott's attention. 

"Oh, hi. How long have you been there?" Scott bent the screen of his laptop down so that maybe Mitch wouldn't get as worried about him. 

"Long enough to conclude that you didn't listen to what Kevin said." Mitch dryly laughed and sat on the bed next to Scott. 

"Mitch--"

"Nope, don't fight me. Come with me, I've made dinner." Scott's heart melted at this. He smiled and followed his best friend to the kitchen. Scott sat down at their table, a plate of his favorite pasta dish sitting in front of him. 

"Mitchy, you didn't have--" Scott smiled at the dish in front of him.

"Don't give me any of that." Mitch sat down with his own plate. "We both needed to relax." Scott nodded and went on to eating the plate of pasta. Mitch watched as his gaze stayed on his dinner, he could see the stress he was feeling over this in the form of dark circles under his eyes that usually weren't there. After dinner, Scott went back to his room, but Mitch stopped him before he could close the door. "Give me your laptop."

"Mitch."

"Scott, stop. Give me your laptop and notebook, you're relaxing tonight." Scott couldn't help but fell immense appreciation for his friend. Even at these crazy times, these times when he snapped at the group, when he refused to chill, when the tension of the room he was in could be sliced with a knife, Mitch stayed by him. Always. After handing his belongings to Mitch, Scott went over to the couch and slumped down, finally finding a point of relaxation. 

Mitch came back a minute later and sat beside Scott. "Where'd you put my stuff?" Scott asked, yawning in between words. 

"Somewhere you'll never find." Mitch joked. Scott laughed dryly out of exhaustion and draped a blanket around the two of them.

"You know, I'd tell you how thankful I am for you in French if I could." Scott said, with a dry chuckle before finding his head on Mitch's shoulder and his eyes fluttering closed.

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A/N: WOW, THAT WAS CRAZY! THAT WAS NEW! THAT WAS SCOMICHE! 

Hope you all liked this one! Xoxo!