(Fluff) Beau tells Mitch that he has to work on New Year's Eve, and Mitch has to prepare himself to have the worst New Year's Eve of his life.
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"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" Scott asks, frowning at his best friend.
"No, it's fine. If it comes down to it, I'll probably just get a flight home to Texas and spend New Years with my parents. I'm sure they won't mind. Besides, you already have your vacation planned with Mark, and... I don't want to ruin that," Mitch says, looking up at Scott. "I promise I'll be fine."
Scott sighs softly. "I know. I just hate the thought of you being alone for New Years," he says.
"I won't be alone," Mitch tells him. "Now, you go and have fun with Mark. Tell him I said hi, okay?"
"Okay," Scott chuckles, and then he leans down to hug Mitch. "I love you."
"I love you too," Mitch whispers as he hugs Scott back. "Have fun on vacation. Don't worry about me!"
"You know I'm going to worry about you no matter what you say,"
Mitch shakes his head as he watches Scott walk out of the kitchen, and then hears a door open and shut. He sighs, and then he leans against the kitchen counter. He pulls out his phone and reads through the depressing text conversation he had earlier with Beau.
Mitch told him it was fine, that Beau had to work on New Year's. They already made plans to spend New Years somewhere really nice for a couple days, but it was fine. Totally fine. It wasn't fine, not really. Mitch knows that it's not Beau's fault. But he can still be upset.
It's too late to get a plane ticket to Texas. Mitch tries, but every seat is taken. Now, he's stuck at home by himself. Everybody else already has plans.
So when New Year's Eve finally comes around, Mitch finds himself sitting on his kitchen floor with a bottle of wine in his hands. He hasn't spoken to Beau in about two days. Not because he's mad at him, but because he really doesn't want to bother him at work. Scott texts him a couple times as well, but Mitch lies and tells him that he's having fun with some friends. The last thing Mitch wants is to ruin Scott's New Year with Mark.
"Happy fucking New Year," Mitch mumbles before taking another swing of his wine. He's too busy feeling sorry for himself that he doesn't even hear the door open.
Beau bites his lip as he looks around, but he doesn't see a sign of Mitch anywhere. He's about to open his mouth to call Mitch's name, but he stops when he hears soft crying. He frowns, and follows the crying.
Beau finds Mitch in the kitchen, and his heart breaks at the sight. "Mitchy?" He asks softly.
Mitch looks up and gasps when he sees Beau, and quickly wipes his tears away. "Beau!"
"Baby," Beau instantly hurries over to his boyfriend and scoops him up into his arms, hugging him tightly. "Baby, what happened? Scott told me you were out."
"I lied," Mitch cries, burying his face in Beau's chest.
"Why did you lie, sweetheart?" Beau asks, rubbing Mitch's back to calm him down.
Mitch sniffs and pulls away from the hug. "B-Because he kept texting me and w-worrying! I-I didn't want him to worry about me when he's supposed to be spending time with Mark. Everybody already h-had plans and... I-I couldn't get a ticket home. Wh-What are you doing here?"
Beau sighs softly, gently wiping away Mitch's tears with his thumbs. "I couldn't stand the thought of leaving you home alone on New Years. I practically had to my beg my boss to let my have tonight off but I promised him that I would make up for it after the New Year," he explains.
"Y-You don't have to work tonight?" Mitch asks, trying to hide his excitement.
Beau laughs. "I'm all yours, baby. We get to celebrate New Years together!" He leans forward and kisses Mitch.
"Oh-!" Mitch throws his arms around Beau and hugs him tightly, unable to stop the tears from falling out of his eyes. Mitch really thought that. he would have to spend New Year's Eve all by himself and be miserable, but now Beau is here with him, and Mitch knows Beau is going to make sure he has the best time tonight.
