I Will Help You

You Can Stay

*That same night, around 2:15 am*

Mitch wakes up super early in the morning, afraid and confused as to where he is.

He's never runaway before, so the fact he isn't home in his bed worries him, but he is soon brought to a smile when he hears Scott singing in the living room.

Scott: Maybe today seems cloudy and grey...

He sings, unaware Mitch is awake and can hear him.

Scott: But it gets better..

He sings, the song by Todrick Hall to remind himself that his life may be hard now, but it does get better.

Scott reclines in his chair and watches The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.

Mitch lays back down and tries to go back to sleep. He's successful, but woken up soon later from Scott talking to the tv. Obvious he is upset.

He walks to the door to crack it open a bit.

Will: Why don't he want me man?

The Fresh Prince says on the tv.

Scott responds as if Will were talking to him.

Scott: I don't know, man...my dad doesn't want me either....I feel your pain..

He sobs as he wipes a small tear away.

Mitch walks behind him and touches his chair.

Mitch: Scott...

Scott jumps when he hears Mitch.

Mitch: What's wrong?

Scott stands up and makes to seem as if nothing were wrong.

Scott: What are you talking about? I'm fine. I'm just watching tv.

Mitch: Oh...okay. It just sounded like you were upset...

Scott: No. I'm not. Now are you gonna ask more questions, or can I watch my tv?

Mitch: Well...

He stops and changes his mind when he sees Scott roll his eyes.

Mitch: No...

He says softly as he looks down a bit.

Scott: Good.

He snaps as he sits back down.

Mitch walks back to his room but turns to see him watching tv.

Mitch: Goodnight, Scott...

Scott sighs.

Scott: Yes. Goodnight! Now can I watch my show in peace, or not?!

He looks down more.

Mitch: Yes..I'm sorry to upset you..goodnight...

He says quietly as he takes a few more steps inside his room.

Mitch: You have a beautiful voice by the way.....

As Scott's about to explode of rage, his breath is caught when he hears what Mitch said.

He stays quiet and still as he hears Mitch's door click shut.

Nothing is of sound except for the tv.

No one has ever told him he has a beautiful voice before.

Who was this Mitch kid and why was he being so nice to him?

*The next morning*

It's about 9 am and Mitch is making breakfast while Scott sleeps.

As he cooks, he begins to write song lyrics on a scrap sheet of paper he's found, along with humming the tune.