Bigger Than I Ever Dreamed

The New in the Old

AN: This seemed such a fitting time for this. I'm sorry for doing this! I got emotional writing this just as you guys will be when reading it. Please don't hate me!

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"Why do you keep bringing this up," Scott shouted at Mitch the next day. Mitch wanted to wring this man's neck! They were switching houses again and packing things for Mitch's place. It seemed that Scott was trying use that as a way to avoid what Mitch was talking about.

"Because I want to do this. What is so hard to understand about that," Mitch fired back. He stuffed the duffel in front of him with some of Scott's clothes. Scott had not been very stubborn on anything since last Tuesday, but he seemed to not want to budge on this one topic.

Scott looked up from putting his electronics in another bag. "Yeah but why!? We don't know how or why you lost your memories. You are putting yourself in a compromising situation!"

Mitch was being reminded of their fights after the break up. To him it was still relatively fresh compared to Scott, who had distant memories of their epic falling out. It didn't make sense why Scott was so adamant about preventing him from this. He wanted to know! "You're the one who said I have to live life and try not to hide. This is the only thing I can connect from then and now. Let me do this!"

He saw Scott run his hands through his hair. It was starting to get a little long on the top. He pulled at it. As if it would help ground him by doing that. "I did. That doesn't mean you go talk to Avi," he snapped back. The tenor didn't know exactly what it was, but he felt that he needed to speak to the bearded man.

"I know it doesn't make any sense to you, but he is the only thing I remember. He is that sliver of the truth of that night leading to all of this. I feel like meeting him will help me." Mitch was looking at Scott imploringly. Scott was trying to keep his resolve. He always said that Mitch was too pretty to say no to. He hoped that still held true right now.

Scott tried to look away. "How is Avi supposed to help you with your memory loss? If there was anyone I'd go to for this, it would be Kevin's dad. Or a neurosurgeon." Mitch had to control himself from screaming. Why did Scott have to be the realist all the time!?

"I think there is something I have to do to get my memory back. I don't know what exactly but for some reason I feel like Avi is a part of it. You remember when you told me about The Sing Off and you said to trust you? That you just knew it would lead to something? Well, that is what I am asking of you now. Trust me, Scott."

Those blue eyes were shining with held back tears. Mitch wasn't sure if it was from all the stress or not, but it gave Mitch a twisted sense of attraction to Scott at that moment. "Mitch....Are you sure you don't feel this way because you have a crush on Avi," Scott blurted out.

Mitch burst out in laughter at the random question. "What," he laughed out. "Of course not! What would make you think I am attracted to Avi?" It sounded absolutely ludicrous. He was still giggling when Scott spoke again.

"It's just...you are so fixated on him....". Scott looked down to the bags. Awkward was just radiating off him. Mitch sobered up at the sight. Scott wasn't trying to be funny or sarcastic. He was really worried. It twisted Mitch's heart to see Scott's hidden insecurities bubbling up.

Mitch sighed. For anyone that said time heals all wounds, they were wrong. "Did I have a crush on Avi before my memory loss," Mitch countered. Nothing Scott had told him and nothing he had watched about the band, suggested such.