Fantasy (Scomiche AU)

Heartthrob

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Mark very nervously approached Scott's house. He knocked on the door with a shaking hand, and it opened a moment later. His stomach flipped over as he looked up at Scott standing in the doorway. Scott hugged him, then pulled away and laughed. "You look like you've just seen a ghost," he said.

Mark just nodded silently. "Can I come in?" he asked.

Scott nodded. "Yeah. Do you wanna go upstairs?"

Mark nodded. "Yeah... sure," he said. He was still so anxious.

Scott lead him upstairs. "I'm home alone right now," he said. "Well, pretty much. My dad's not here, and my mom's asleep. I probably shouldn't have answered the door. But, oh, well." He shrugged.

They got upstairs, and headed into Scott's bedroom. Mark went to close the door, then decided he wanted to be able to leave quickly. He chose to leave it open.

"Alright," he said, turning to face Scott. "So, here's the thing. I love you, but...."

"Are you breaking up with me?" Scott asked him. 

Mark nodded. "Yeah...." he said. "And, well, I don't really want to. But, well," he sighed. Then he said. "Okay, so here's the thing. Like I was going to say, I love you. But, I also just so happen to love Mason- and, I've decided, more than you." 

Scott nodded, looking down as he sat on the bed. When he looked back up, there were tears in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" Mark asked him.

Scott nodded. "I just want you to be happy," he said. "I wouldn't want you to be with someone that you don't love."

"I do love you," Mark told him. "Just not as much as Mason."

Scott nodded again. "You should probably go home," he whispered, hugging Mark. "I hope we can still be friends."

"We'll see," Mark said.

They parted ways after that, and Scott curled up on his bed, burying his face in a blanket. He was about ready to cry, but he tried not to. There was no point in it. It wouldn't make anything better.

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Mitch was walking around outside. He had forgotten about the nightmare fuel that was school cafeteria food. Whatever it was that he was about to eat would be in his nightmares. Honestly, it belonged in a horror movie. You could make a movie out of this stuff, and make it an hour-long compilation of people eating it. It would be like a PG-rated horror movie.

He needed to sit outside. He didn't want to be in the building, because the air smelled nice outside. Inside, it smelled like this stuff.

He saw a bench that might be uninhabited, and decided to sit there. Part of it was hidden from his view by bushes, so he was surprised when he saw another boy sitting there.

It took him a moment to recognize the other student. When he did, he remembered that they had a few different classes together. The boy's name was Scott.

He looked up as Mitch approached. "Oh, were you going to sit here?" he asked.

"Yes," Mitch replied timidly. Scott moved to the side of the bench, and Mitch sat on the other side. He put the tray to one side, and placed his notebook in his lap. "You don't mind me working, do you?" he asked.

Scott shook his head. Mitch noticed the expression on his face, and he frowned.

"Isn't there a kid that sits here normally?" he asked.

Scott nodded."Mark," he explained. "He... well, we broke up."

Mitch nodded silently. He really didn't know what to say to that.

"I'm glad you're here," Scott said.

"Why's that?" Mitch asked curiously. 

"I needed some company."

Mitch nodded. "Well," he said, "I'm...."

He stopped talking when he heard people talking. He jumped up.

"I was never here," he said, putting his tray on the bench where he was sitting. "Don't let anyone sit here, and don't tell them that I was here. This is your tray, as far as they'll know."

"Why should I help you?" Scott asked.

Mitch took a roll of money out of his hoodie pocket. He held it up, then disappeared. Scott was pretty sure he'd seen a hundred-dollar bill on the outside, and he smiled, deciding that he could do this for a hundred dollars, or maybe even more.

A large group of people came around the corner.

"Excuse me, have you seen Mitch Grassi?" one girl asked him.

"Nope," Scott replied.

"Who's tray is that?" she asked him.

"Mine," Scott responded. "I bring my lunch every day, but I buy it also. I only bring food from home in case I don't like the school's food."

She nodded, sighing heavily. "I thought he was here," she said sadly.

"Who?" Scott asked. "Mitch?"

She nodded. "Yeah," she said.

"It's just too bad, I guess," someone else said.

"Yeah," Scott agreed. "So, well, maybe you should just go and keep looking for him. Did you see him head this way?"

The girl nodded.

"Then maybe just go that way, and keep going around the building. Unless he left the school grounds, there's only so many places he can go to."

"Okay," she said, perking up. The group left after that, walking around the building. Mitch reappeared after they had all left, and he walked over to sit with Scott. He seemed dejected. Come to think of it, he had been like that all day.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked, as Mitch straightened his shoulders. The sad expression was gone.

Mitch nodded. "Of course I am," he responded. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You looked kind of sad for a moment there," Scott said.

Mitch sighed. "I just had a break-up," he explained.

Scott's jaw dropped. "With Kirstin?" he asked.

Mitch shook his head, chuckling slightly. "My gosh, I really do have to tell people the truth, don't I?" he asked.

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A lot happened in this one. Sorry about that, but neither of these things was enough for its own chapter. I hope you liked it!