Angel Park | Scomiche

Chapter 4

Mitch stepped inside his apartment and turned to lock the door behind him. He'd been smiling since he woke up and still couldn't seem to stop. His cheeks were starting to hurt, but the thought of Scott's arms tightening around him after waking up next to him kept it stuck there.

He took a few steps towards his room but paused with a voice. "How was your show?"

He looked up at Ellie sitting on the couch. She was eating ice cream straight out of the container.

"It went really well actually. More people than ever, I think."

"What was it like performing with Scott?" She sat up a little more and pat the couch.

"Um. Give me one second." He pointed to his room and ran to change into more comfortable clothes before padding over to her, plopping down next to her. "Is Baz home?"

She shook her head. "No, he's at work."

"Oh, okay." Mitch reached for her ice cream. She passed it over. "Well, it went really well. The audience was very into it, obviously." He took a small bite.

"But like what was it like singing with him?" He glanced up at her little grin before looking down into the carton. There comes that smile again. "It was wonderful, right? Like fate or something? Please tell me it was perfect."

Mitch snorted and sat up. "It was perfect." He passed the ice cream back to her. He took a deep breath in. "Ellie, he has a tattoo with my name hidden in it. I found it last night."

"What?!" She sat forwards suddenly. "What do you mean?"

He pointed to his arm where it was located on Scott. "The black butterflies that he has around the flowers, each one has a letter and it spells my name. He got it soon after that summer."

"Woah. Okay. Angel Park's very own Scott Hoying got your name tattooed on him. That's... wow. Like, romantic? Or is that weird?" She was frantically trying to grasp for some sort of emotion that was supposed to come with that information.

"No, it's sweet. And now," Mitch pulled his shorts up to reveal his tattoo. "We kinda match."

"Mitch!" She gasped as she remembered. "Oh, my gosh. I didn't even think about that."

Mitch pulled his shorts back down. "I showed him last night."

"Mitch." Her hand moved to rest on his arm. "Are you seriously telling me you had sex with him?" Her voice lowered despite Mitch being pretty sure it was just them in the apartment.

"No. We didn't have sex."

"Well, why not!?" She crossed her arms. "Was he not into it or something?"

"What? No, we made out the whole night and fell asleep on his couch." Mitch shrugged. "I think we probably could have but things were... sweeter than that, I guess. Like, sex wasn't really on the brain. That's a lie, but like... I think, at least for me, I was just more focused on the fact that we both just confessed to getting tattoos of each other's names and realizing that maybe that summer was something special for us. Maybe we didn't kiss or get passed anything more than a hug back then, but the feelings were there."

"Wow. Everything you would hope would happen did, but years later."

Mitch nodded slowly. "I think that waiting was better for us. Now I have direction. Now he's settling down from Angel Park. I don't know. Things just feel like they are lining up right now and I don't want to miss the opportunity to try with him." He watched her nod. "But that also brings me back to Baz..."

"Hmm." She hummed and her eyes fell to the carton on the table. "I think you're fine."

"You slept with him," Mitch stated. It was obvious, but he was a little surprised.