Bigger Than I Ever Dreamed

The Calm

AN: Well I guess this works for a present. Happy birthday, Scotty! Sorry this took so long. I didn't realize how long this was going to end up being. I hope you all enjoy this fluff fest. This chapter is full of good things.

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Mitch sighed as he rested his back against the back of the tub. The water was so warm. He could fall asleep right there. He didn't even mind the epsom salt that he could feel under his feet on the bottom of the tub. "This is so good," he moaned. He needed this after that hike. So he decided to pamper himself that morning.

He heard Scott walk into the bedroom. He was so relaxed that he didn't hear Scott come in. "Wow, you are beautiful," Scott breathed out, seemingly in awe. Mitch's eyes flew open and he tried to cover up. "It's not like I haven't seen it all before," Scott teased suggestively. Mitch could already tell his face was turning red. It got even worse when Scott's fingers brushed against his knee that was poking out from the water. He ambled on like it was nothing, going to the cabinet for something. Mitch's knee was tingling from where Scott's long fingers were.

"You think you are hot shit, don't you," Mitch grumbled as he scooted lower into the water.

Scott smirked as he turned back around. "You seem to think so," he fired back, cocky as ever.

Mitch wished he was darker, just so his blush was harder to see. He was dying over here! "Get out!"

His scream was met with that sweet laugh he loved so much. "Whatever you say, my queen. We're meeting Austin and Kelly at 9:00 for breakfast. Don't fall asleep in there." Mitch picked up the loofah from the edge of the tub and threw it at him.

"Out," Mitch ordered.

Scott laughed at the slightly wet loofah that fell to his feet. "What if I want to stay and watch," Scott joked.

Mitch was going to beam him with a shampoo bottle if he didn't stop. "Scott," he screeched.

"Okay, okay. I'm going." Scott walked out, mumbling about needing to dry his shirt. Mitch crossed his arms. What did he see in that idiot again?

Like always, Scott had gotten them lost. Even GPS couldn't save them. "I told you to make sure you knew where were going before we left the house," Mitch griped as he frantically checked the map on his phone.

"I did," Scott snapped back. Mitch shrunk the map size to see the streets closer to them. His head immediately whipped in Scott's direction.

"Watch the attitude, mister," he fired back, his sass on 100%. "Have you tried calling Austin?"

Scott was whispering things to himself in anger. "Yes. Not getting reception. We need to at least drive. I feel like we are sitting ducks in this neighborhood." When they had realized they were lost, Scott had pulled off to the side of the road. They were currently in a not so good spot of LA.

Mitch sighed, trying to keep his patience. He let Scott drive since he wasn't familiar with the city thanks to the whole no memory thing. He was really regretting it because now they were late and he was hangry. "What, so we can drive around in circles? No, we are staying right here until we figure this out." He was back to looking at his phone trying to find out where they were.

Scott groaned and threw his head on the wheel. They both jumped when Scott hit the horn in the middle. They screamed only seconds later when they heard someone knocking on Scott's window. They looked over to see it was Austin. He had that usual bored expression. Scott pressed the button to roll down the window. "We saw you pass the restaurant like ten minutes ago. Figures you'd get lost." The duo looked over at each other wanting to facepalm. Every time with Scott, every time.