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Socks 2🌨

Explanation: Mitch and Seth are a couple, but Scott technically had him first. Sadly, only Scott knows that.

Setting: AU Same Personalities

Words: 1115
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Scott

Time seemed to stand still.

I didn't intend to act upon my thoughts.

I didn't try to get revenge for all the shit Seth's put me through.

But, I did.

I kissed my brother's boyfriend.

I didn't know how to stop it! He was cold and emotional and started to lean in and I didn't pull away.

And, to be honest, I didn't want to stop it.

All our lives, Seth has one-upped me. It was no surprise that when he found out about my crush, he was dating him the next week.

He doesn't even love Mitch. He's been hanging out very often with Zoe. Almost too often.

It was no surprise when Mitch showed up an hour after he left. Seth had told me he'd probably stop by. I told him it was fine with me, and it was. I invited him inside as quickly as possible. Lord knows how long his tiny little frame can survive in the cold, even wrapped in his black fur jacket.

His hands were freezing. I held them as I guided him in. I wondered how long he'd been out there, it was two hours past his due time.

I asked why he was here so late. He started talking all this concerned boyfriend bullcrap about Seth and how he didn't see his car so he waited in his own car until he just decided to knock anyways. At some point, he started crying. As stupid as the reason was to me, I couldn't just sit there. My heart hurt watching him cry.

I took his cold hands in mine and pulled him towards me, wrapping him in a tight hug, long awaited on my end. It was perfect, save for his tears on my favorite sweater, but I didn't mind.

When he stopped shaking I immediately offered him tea. His tiny hands were still so damn cold. Figured he'd want a pair of Seth's socks. After a joke or two about how childish my fuzzy lamb socks were, he asked for a pair of his own. The thought of Mitch wearing anything of mine made me blush, so it definitely had me feeling some type of way. Before I knew it, were talking about everything. Aspirations, habits, dreams, goals, music, fashion, Mario Kart, travel, and our favourite restaurants.

It was... perfect.

I use that word a lot when it comes to Mitch. He's just so– perfect. Bright. Beautiful. Fascinating. Breathtaking. Like, the sun. He just glows. Like, looking up at night and seeing the stars appear in the sky.

That's the feeling he gives me.

And it– it scares me, to be honest. I keep reminding myself, that's not your boyfriend. I don't know why I did what I did. And the funny thing is, I don't think I knew what I was doing.

We started talking about love. Then Seth. The topic really shouldn't make him cry as often as it does. I took him in my arms and held him like it would be the last time, because it would be. He was cold to the touch. But he smelled like him and I had dreamt of this moment for years; I could barely believe it was happening now.

My fingers lifted to his face, and I knew I shouldn't have. His big, brown eyes. They've always make my heart do that, thing. They've made me do stupid things, like call him dude. Or, ask where he bought his bracelet from. Or, in this case, help him cheat on my brother.

And, I'm surprised that it happened, but he kissed me first. I know, right? I froze. Now that I think about it, I probably should've pulled away. But, his lips were so soft and his hair was so soft and he was so sad and I couldn't pull away. I couldn't bring myself to pull away.

It's because he was Mitch. They were because I was finally getting what I had been dreaming of for at least three years now. I thought I was over him, but every time I see him, it's like every nerve in my body is on fire. I sweat and I fidget and I laugh too loudly when him and Seth are around. But it was just us. And I guess that's why it felt alright. It still isn't alright. Seth deserves to know, he does. But, you guessed it, neither of us have told him.

When he pulled away, he looked bewildered. I searched for any sign of regret, and somehow I found none. I could barely say his name before he interrupted.

"Shh," He started, laying his head on my shoulder. My hand trailed down his back, and his eyes met my own.

"Don't say anything," he said, "please. I don't wanna think about the consequences. If you hate me, I'll leave."

I was beyond shocked. I was waiting to hear almost every excuse under the sun, but instead he just wanted me to let him stay. And of course I would let him stay. Of course I let him stay. I uttered a small 'okay' in reply, but I couldn't stop looking at him. That was two weeks before Christmas.

Two weeks before now.

Two weeks before I am placed next to Jenna without my consent, crammed in my mothers dining room with too many relatives that I don't know. I enjoy talking to the neighbor's kid as much as the next guy, and she's been sweet since childhood, but I can practically feel Mitch's eyes boring into the side of my head.

He meets my gaze yet again, and my stomach twists. He's too close. He sits across from my mom, who's sitting next to me. I could touch him if I wanted to. If he wanted. I see his lips twitch, and I wonder if he's thinking about that night too. But, Jenna starts a new story, and I try my best to pay her attention, but I can't.

I can't get it out of my head. I never could.

All I know is... everything is back to the way that it was. He'll probably forget the kiss, and the 3am delirium, and him leaving before I could give him a proper goodbye. He left an apology and everything.

I know it'll never happen again, and I'm certain we'll never mention it again, so I guess this is us now. Memories and awkward eye contact.

And Seth.

I still haven't gotten my socks back.

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and that's part two! in Scott's point of view

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