AN: The final part of this triple upload. I hope you guys enjoy the insanity. I'm sure you'll notice things coming up a lot over these chapters and making connections. Mitch is so done with these conversations, by the way, lol.
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It was official. Mitch was sick of this chair and this cafe. He was never coming back to this place. He was waiting for Mark and Mason. Right now he was so confused. Everyone seemed to believe Scott and him were supposed to be together. It was the one thing that was a constant. Even his boyfriend thought there was something there. The two men he was going to meet had to have a better idea of things. He had talked to people from the past. These guys knew Scott as he was today. They wouldn't think the same thing, surely. It seemed his life was some soap opera.
"Hey Mitch. Are you okay," he heard a voice ask. He looked up from his...third coffee to see two guys looking at him concerned. If he had to guess, they were Mark and Mason. Except he wasn't sure who was who. Great.
Mitch rubbed his forehead. "...Yeah. It's been a long day for me."
The two men sat down opposite him. "Have you eaten today? Drank anything besides coffee," the dark haired one inquired.
"Yes. I ate something this morning and had a gluten free muffin when I came in. I'm fine."
They looked at each other and back to him. "Whatever you say, Mitch. Speaking of, how is Scott doing? He hasn't talked to us in weeks."
Mitch was a little creeped out. They seemed too nice and so physically perfect. "He's...fine. We've just been busy is all."
"I told you Mason. Everything is okay," the one who must have been Mark said to the guy with the brownish hair.
Mason looked at Mark with hope. Okay, yeah Mitch was feeling a little out of place. "You're right. Scott wouldn't just ghost us like that. He's much too considerate."
Mitch had to stop himself from scoffing. These two obviously didn't know the real Scott. Scott could be stubborn, harsh, and callous when he wanted to be. No one ever thought so because of how he smiled a lot and was so sweet most of the time. Push the right buttons and Scott wasn't Mr. Nice Guy anymore.
"I think it's better if you talk to Scott about this. It isn't my place." He couldn't really say anything since he didn't know the kind of relationship Scott had with these two men. They were a mystery to him. All he could gather was that some fans adored them a little too much. They seemed to be regular people. There wasn't anything extraordinary about them. They were just as the right place at the right time.
Mason shook his head at Mitch's words. "He won't tell us what is wrong if we do. But he tells you everything, right? You'd tell us if Scott was acting different."
Mitch had to scratch off Shawn as the most annoying. He couldn't believe the audacity! Mitch wasn't going to go around telling Scott's business to anyone, no matter their relationship to him. He was loyal to Scott. "I'm sorry but I am not going to tell you anything that Scott wouldn't. It isn't any of my business."
They looked at him with matching faces of confusion. He shrunk back. "Well you called us here for that, didn't you," Mark asked.
This was not going over how Mitch imagined it. "No. I wanted to talk to you about coming to a common ground on our friendship and relation to Scott. That is all."
They squinted their eyes in unison, seeming to think over what he said. "I guess we misinterpreted what you said on the phone," Mark said.
"Yeah. We're sorry for that. We're worried about Scott is all. He's usually so responsive." It was obvious that they didn't know about Scott's tendency to shut others out when he was in a mood. Or when he was so swarmed with work, that he gave no thought to anything else. Mitch was the one who pulled him out of those mindsets. He grounded Scott.
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Bigger Than I Ever Dreamed
FanfictionMitch wants something more than what he can get out of Arlington, Texas. Most importantly, he wants to sing. He has a shot at making it, but he could never foresee what his future would truly be like....until now.