The Moon, The Sun, and Everything Else

Something to Tell You (Duex)

A/N: This is more platonic Schomiche than anything, because I felt that y'all probably wanted to see that side of the story before you heard more about Kirstie and her putting her EP on the back burner, so...that's all. Onto the story!

Also, I'm calling this chapter as the part two of the first installment, but it's subtitle would be "No Regrets"

"Scott, it's London, it's Louboutin, it's--"

"It's also a year away! A whole year, in a foreign country! Not to mention a whole year away from Pentatonix, away from Superfruit, away from the channel, away from everything! Do you even realize how selfish you're being right now?!"

The argument played through his head over and over again as he paced the small trail of carpet between the bed and the dresser in this hotel room. He didn't mean any of it. Well, actually, he did. He did mean it in the moment, but reflecting on it is a different story. Reflecting on it, he meant none of it.

Scott had been in this hotel room the past three nights. He threw a bag together after the yelling had ended, and he slammed their apartment door shut. Now it is three days later, and Scott is three days wiser over this whole situation. Now he began to think about Mitch. What he said. What he did. What those things did to him. Some horrible thoughts ran through his mind at this, but he tried his very hardest to push those aside. Scott's anxiety didn't help with trying to move the illogical thoughts away from his mind, and it was the same driving force that made him run straight out of that hotel.

He had gotten back, somehow beaten L.A. traffic, well at least the worst of it, he avoided, and he quickly fumbled around in his pocket, looking for the key to the apartment. Scott quickly unlocked the door as stepped inside, preparing himself in every way for Mitch to be beyond angry with him, he had every right to be, after all. "Mitch?" Scott asked softly, turning every corner of the apartment, and soon realizing Mitch's bedroom door had been closed for the most part. Small slivers of light still invaded the room, but nothing that would be bright enough to wake someone. Scott opened the door slowly, cringing at the loud squeaking noise it emitted as he did so. He instinctively smiled at the sight of the room; Mitch, laying peacefully under the covers, Wyatt curled up in a corner. Scott couldn't help but notice how spotless the room was. Heck, how spotless the whole place was. It hadn't looked so picture perfect in a while, and this made Scott both happy and sad. Happy because not having a bunch of clutter around made life that much less stressful, but sad because he knew Mitch did it out of the sole search of finding a fulfilling enough distraction to, well, distract him from the fight they'd had. Scott took a few steps closer and his smile fell all together. Tracks from tears painted his face, and his hair was no longer holding it's strong, signature side part. His own breath shuddered at this as he approached the bed and laid down beside Mitch.

They'd shared a bed before. On tour, when space was tight, or on just random nights when they fell asleep watching a movie, or one of them woke up with a crazy nightmare about shows failing. That being said, every instance was platonic, and this wasn't new to either of them.

Scott felt Mitch begin to stir as he began to wake up. The sudden intrusion from Scott had apparently done the trick, yet he kept his eyes shut. He couldn't bear to even look at Scott right now.

At the same time Mitch started to somewhat wake up, Scott started to doze off. He hadn't slept more than two hours in the past three days, and being at home with Mitch was where he found the comfort he had been lacking. "Mitch," Scott mumbled in a whisper, as he began falling asleep himself. "You were not being selfish. I was." Yawns punctuated his sentences. "Take the job in London, if it's the last thing you ever do. Take it. I want you to have no regrets, and I know..." He paused and yawned. "I know you'll regret this if you don't take it." By the end of his apology speech, Scott was pretty much already asleep, like the sheer task of speaking wore him out.

All that being said, Mitch opened his eyes and turned to face an already asleep Scott. "I'm sorry. I missed you so much." He drew in a shaky breath, still not over from how sad and teary eyed he'd been the past three days. "I accept your apology, and I already took the job. I have no regrets."

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A/N: Hope this satisfied! ❤