Drunk In Love (A Scomiche Fanfic)

Chapter Six - Alex And Travis.

(Scott's POV)

"Ok, well, we're here." I mumbled as we stood outside Alex's flat. It was same the place he lived in when him and I were together, and knowing Alex, he'll still probably have the red wine stain on his bedroom carpet.

"Here goes nothing." Mitch muttered, as he knocked on the door.

"It's open." Alex shouted from the house. I sighed before turning the door knob, slowly opening the door. He had redecorated the whole house. It looked, well, amazing. I showed Mitch into the kithen, where Alex was standing, his back against us. Framed pictures were scattered along the walls, most of him, a girl (who I presumed was his wife, seeing as in all the pictures they're both wearing a ring. It suprised me really, I mean I know he's bi but still...) and a little boy. Wait, he's adopted already? Jesus Christ, he doesn't hang about. Alex turned around and smirked.

"Well. I didn't think you'd show up, Scott." He said my name in a certain tone, which gave me the chills. "Anyway." He walked up to Mitch, their eyes meeting. Mitch gulped.

"What exactly did you see?" Mitch whispered, looking down so his eyes were no longing looking at Alex's.

"Well. I saw you two at the bar. Scott was super wasted. I saw you too kiss, and, well, you probably didn't know this, but I'm really fucking great at lip reading." He laughed. "The conversation went a little like this. 'Scott, not here' 'Well lets go back to my apartment then.' Does this ring a bell, Mitchell?" Mitch nodded.

"Lets clear something up, shall we?" Alex whispered, stepping closer to Mitch, as Mitch stepped back. "You too fucked, right?"

"N-no." Mitch mumbled.

"DON'T LIE TO ME!" Alex shouted, grabbing a glass off of the kitchen worktop next to him, and violenting throwing it to the ground, causing the glass to smash into thousands of tiny pieces.

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT WE DID, FUCKING HELL, ALEX!" Mitch shouted back, but immediatley looked down at his hands. Alex smiled his 'I knew I was right' smile.

"I wonder what Travis would say if he knew." Alex smiled. The whole time I said nothing. I wanted to punch Alex, hard, but I chose not to.

"Don't tell him." Mitch snapped, becoming a little braver.

"Yeah. Don't tell me, Alex. I already know." Mitch and I turned around to see Travis standing in the doorway of the kitchen. "I hope I'm not intruding anything." He smirked, walking into the kitchen to stand next to Alex. Mitch gulped, his eyes filling with tears.

"I was listening in the whole time you dumb shit." Travis spat, looking at Mitch. A tear rolled down Mitch's cheek. He had betrayed Travis. But it was my fault. It was all my fault.

"Travis I-" Mitch began.

"I don't care, Mitch. When I tell you I'm at work so I can't see you, do you actually believe me? I'm not working! I'm out fucking other men. Real men. Who know how to have a good time. Unlike you, you pathetic shit. Nobody wants you. You really think this was a serious relationship? Ha! You do make me laugh. Now get out of here, before I make you" He spat. Mitch ran out of the house, as I followed.

"Hey Scott, wait up!" Alex shouted from the kitchen.

"What." I shouted flatly.

"It was great seeing you." He laughed.

"GO FUCK YOURSELF ALEX." I shouted. I hated him. Dick head.

"Gladly. It'll be better than fucking you." He shouted before I ran out of the house after Mitch.

"Mitch?" I sat down beside him. He had his head in his hands, as a cried.

"I don't want to speak to you. This is your fault." He cried. I didn't say anything.

It's true, it is all my fault.

But I can't help anything that's happened.

I love him.

I fucking love him, why can't he see that?