'Standing By' (Book 1)

Sixteen

{Scott's POV}

The car ride home was very quiet. When we got home, Mitch dropped all his paper work on the kitchen counter with a long sigh. He started for his room, before I stopped him.

"Mitch. Are you okay?" He turned around and looked up at me. His eyes blood shot from crying the way here.

"No," he said before breaking down. "I just wanna be b-better so my parents aren't d-disappointed in me anymore. And so I can be happy again, and you can love me."

"Mitch. I do love you."

"Why?" He asked, looking up at me, still in my arms. "I'm just a depressed, useless, lonely kid who no one wants."

"Mitch...I want you." I looked at him as he looked up at me into my eyes. His adorable brown puppy dog eyes looking into my heart and making it beat faster and faster without any of my control. We both started to lean down, connecting our lips.

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When our lips connected, neither one of us pulled away. We both wanted it to happen. And finally, it did.

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{Mitch's POV}

When Scott said all those things, I couldn't help but wanna kiss him. When I leaned in, Scott did too, connecting our lips.

The way he kissed me sent shivers up my spine. It felt so good, so warm and kind. I really hoped I didn't regret this.

We continued the kiss until we heard a knock on the door. Scott turned around quick and opened it.

"Kirstie! Hi." I said with a small smile.

"Mitch," she started before barging in past Scott, "How are you? Are you feeling better?"

"Well, I just got home." Kirstie went into the living room and sat on the couch. Scott looked at me with a disappointed glare. I was disappointed too that we couldn't finish the kiss or especially talk about it. But Kirstie was just being a concerned friend.

"Well, I'm gunna make daily checks on you, since you can't come go rehearsals."

"Who said I'm not going to rehearsals?"

"Johnathon." Why would our manager say I'm not going to rehearsals?

"Well, tomorrow we have one at 10, and I'm going."

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Kirstie stayed for a couple hours after our conversation about how much better I may get on those great pills I'm "supposed to take".

Scott turned around looking desperately at me after closing the door behind Kirstie.

"What?"

"We need to talk about earlier, Mitch."

"What about earlier? It wasn't an accident. We've already confessed our feelings for each other."

"Yes, but it's still something that can't be ignored." I walked up to him, putting my hands on his broad shoulders.

"It won't be ignored." I said before smashing our lips together.

-------------Two months later--------------

Scott and I have been dating for two months now and it's, well, amazing. I've also been getting better since we've been dating so it's a double whammy. I have an amazing boyfriend, and no depression. Well I wouldn't say NO depression, I have some dark days. But Scott is always there to help me.

"Mitchie!" Scott screamed from the shower.

"Yes, Scotty?" I asked, peaking my head in the bathroom door.

"We're out of conditioner." He peaked his head out of the glass shower door. He made a sad face as he told me the breaking news.

"When you're done getting ready, we'll go to the store. We don't have dinner for tonight either. Hurry up."

"Okay, Michelle." He went back to doing his thing in the shower and I went out to the living room to continue watching SpongeBob as usual.

"Mitch! I'm ready!" Scott screamed from his room then came running out in a hurry.

"Okay, let's go." I grabbed my keys, phone, and wallet and went to the kitchen to go out the door, but Scott grabbed my waist and turned me around.

"I love you." He said then connected our lips, and we kissed passionately.

I pulled away from his lips, "Scott, we have to go so we can get back and make dinner." He pulled me back into his chest and pulled my chin up so he could kiss me again.

"Let's go out to eat." He said quickly then kissed me again, lightly.

On the way to the store, there was peaceful quietness. Mitch and I held hands the whole way without a word to break the, fortunately, not awkward silence.

When we got to the store, Mitch linked his fingers in mine walking through the isles not caring about the weird glares we were getting. I think he was too caught up to notice other people, but I noticed and let go of his hand, holding it to my side.

"What's wrong?" He asked, turning around toward me.

"There are people staring at us, Mitch."

"What's your point?" He was being serious. There was no hiding his sexuality with him. But when it came to me, that's all there was.

"I don't like them staring at us. It's not right."

"Why? I stare at straight couples. I like to look at people who are in love."

"They're not looking at us like that though. They're giving us glares of disgust."

"I don't think they are, Scotty." He came to me and held my hands in his. He leaned up on his tip toes and pecked me on the lips. People continued to stare, but he didn't mind. And for the first time in his life, he was comfortable with who he was.