Love me 'till I'm me again - (Scott and Mitch Fanfiction)

Chapter 2 - Record rain

Sorry for the long pause,thanks for everyone who added this to their reading lists.You all are great.

You should probably re-read the first chap. for this.

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The hell with it.The hell with Scott and his planned life which was obviously making him miserable.The hell with his girlfriend,his perfect,prissy,incredibly in love with him girlfriend.

Mitch's rant went on in his head for the entire car ride back.He could live with only seeing Scott for half an hour if he'd knew he was happy working so hard.He could accept them living so far away if he'd knew Scott liked his apartment,where everything was spotless.What was killing him was the thing he was supposed to be supportive about,as a bestfriend.

His girlfriend.Why did she have to be so beautiful?Every time Mitch came over he felt like a withered dandelion next to a rose garden.His eyes were so eager to get as much as Scott as he could in the little time they had that he couldn't help but notice the way she looked at him,like she was looking at a prized possession.

He got weak in the knees and started shaking when she brushed her fingers through his hair,or leaned on his side,or played with the button of his shirt.It all went through him with a sharp pain,like a bullet.It was jealousy,and it hurt like hell.He usually managed to compose himself around them,but this time it was all too much.

He had a terrible night before,the kind of terrible that ends itself in vodka and staying up until 4 am.The guy from dance class,the one with whom he had 'a thing' shut the door in his face and Kirstie wouldn't answer his calls,so he ended up back at home,heart a mess,thinking about his bestfriend.Again.

He missed him so much.He missed the way he made him laugh even when he was miserable.He missed drunken nights and going out for McDonalds at 12 am.He missed Scott giving him his hoodie when it was colds or warming up his hands.He missed having his thoughts read even before they were spoke.He missed dragging Scott along in his stupid,random adventures.

So he figured he would drop by and enjoy his presence for a bit.But it wasn't the same.It hadn't been the same since his life turned around.Scott's light faded,and he went from being this radiating sun,a source of energy,a bundle of laughs to a compilation of short words,expensive suits and Dior cologne.

It hurt.Watching them hurt.Mitch always hid his hands when he was around both of them,because they were always shaking,they were always fumbling and trying to reach over and grab Scott and pull him out.He knew it was all in his head,but he could almost sense it.Somehow,they didn't fit.

He was kissing her back,though.And the kind of pain that swirled in his chest and shot through him like bullets made him understand alcoholism and mind-numbing drugs.He knew he had no right.Jo never did him wrong.She always treated Scott nice,she was loving and gorgeous,the kind of person Scott deserved -the kind of person people expect him to date.That didn't stop Mitch from sassing her out and always arguing with her.

That's why he was embarrassed at the rage travelling through his veins,fogging up his mind - that's why he left so suddenly,inventing some excuse about classes.Because it was all too much.Seeing them together hurt like nothing before.

He went around his day without paying much attention to anything he was doing.His heart was somewhere else,across the town,sitting quietly in the expensive loft his bestfriend never truly wanted ,waiting for him to get home.

Home.. to her.That thought ripped through him with a shredding  pain.It was ridiculous,but it wasn't like he could help it.He learned to live with the jealousy and the bitterness.He always ran back to Scott one way or another.Although right now he was kind of running from everything and basically acting like a teenager.He was on a bus on his way to a little record store he used to go to when he first moved there.