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Chapter 5~

Scott's P.O.V:

"Scotty! Scotty, will you push me again?" I chuckled, taking the small boy back over to the swings and helped him on. "Now remember Matt, keep your hands firm on the chains. Don't want ya getting hurt."

"What happened to your face, Scotty?"

I sighed, moving around the swing and giving his back a light push. "I just had an accident, cutie. Don't worry about it."

Matthias giggled and so did I, my eyes moving over to Mitch, who was talking to some bearded man on the sidewalk. He was bundled up adorably in a red beanie and scarf, a thick, black wool trench coat adorning his perfect waist. I need to stop this-- I was his protector, not his lover. 

But could we be?

No, Scott. He doesn't like you. He has a husband. And a child! You c--

"Are you my new daddy?"

I felt my eyes pop, and I almost forgot to push the little one. "N-No, Matt, your dad will always be Travis."

"But Dada doesn't make my daddy smile like you do. He doesn't talk about Dada like he does you."

I blushed, making eye contact with Mitch for a moment. He gave his cute little grin, the dimples taking my breath away-- as usual. I had dimples, but only on my lower back; which I thought was weird, but whatever. We spent a few more hours at the park, I found out the name of Mitch's friend was Avriel Kaplan, but more known as Avi. I think Kirstie knows him. "Hey, Mitchie?"

"Hmm."

"Do you know Kirstin Maldonado?"

The renewed vigor in his eyes was all the answer I needed. How had I not known this before?

"Yeah, totally! We were friends in high school...Why, do you know her?"

"Yeah. She's been my best friend since....since high school." Mitch looked at me, and I looked back. It was a big staring competition that Matthias seemed very entertained by. "Oh my god. Scott."

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Mitch's P.O.V:

No. Way.

Could it really be his old friend, from elementary? The one he met in theatre. They had been so close, but middle school broke them apart. How could only a few years bring so much amnesia? "Oh my god, I can't believe it! How did I not....I mean....Scott!" I hugged him, right there in the street. He quickly responded by making the same gesture, lifting me into the air and spinning me. "I was hoping that 'Mitchie' would give it away." 

Mitchie was the nickname Scott gave me one day, as we were traveling to a talent show at our high school in 2009. I thought it was dumb, as it was a nickname of a nickname; but it grew on me faster than expected. I still had all the drawings he made me during class, that he'd fly to my desk when the teacher had his back turned. "Baaabe," I groaned when he refused to let me down. "Let's go, everyone!" 

Matthias squealed as we were both thrown over the broad blonde's shoulders, laughing while we made our way back home. 

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*time skip*

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I hugged Scott goodbye, sighing as I shut my mother's front door. Matt was in bed, so was mom, and I had nothing to do. I flopped back onto my couch, almost feeling my best friend's presence lingering on the leather upholstery. My phone buzzed and I sighed for the third time that day. "Hello?"

"Hey, babe." 

I choked a little on nothing as I heard Travis on the line. "W-What do you want, Travis?"

"This is my one allowed phone call before I go in my cell. I just thought i'd let you know that once I get out.....Well....That blonde bitch of yours is going down first."

"Like hell he is! You won't touch him; you wouldn't be able to."

Oh god. Bad move. 

"So, you do like the fucker. Don't worry, my love, I have people on the outside that are more than willing to repay their debts to me." 

"You wouldn't."

"In a heartbeat, dollface."

I gave a mustered cry before slamming my phone shut, leaving a note on the counter for mom before running out the door to Scott's. I trusted mom to take care of Matt. "Scott, Scott! Answer, please!" Sure, it was about 11:38 pm, and the sun has just kissed the night goodbye, but I didn't care. I plucked his spare key from under a shrubbery next to his door and opened it, flinging the door shut and running to his living room. "Scott?!" No Scott. I ran into the kitchen. "Scott?"

No Scott.

Finally, I went upstairs and flung open his bedroom door, searching the room frantically until my gaze landed on his slumberous body. I practically jumped on him, startling him awake. "Scott, Scott, you're okay," I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. Unwelcome tears. Damn, i'm a mess.

"Yeah, of course i'm okay, why wouldn't I be," he replied in a gravely tone, rubbing soothing patterns into my shoulder blade. "C'mon, calm down Mitchie--"

"I'm s-sorry to wake y-you, Scott. Aren't-t you mad?" 

He smiled at me and shook his head in the most adorable way possible. "Not at all. What's troubling you? Tell me." He took my coat off and sat indian style on his bed, modestly slipping a tank on before taking my hands in his. I felt myself give a shaky breath. "It's Travis. He's threatening again."

"That bastard. But, he's locked up, isn't he?"

"Yes, but he was given a phone call before he went in. He said he 'knew people', that would come after you," I bit my lip to hold back a sob. "I didn't want to drag you into this, I-I--"

"It's too late, Mitch. I've been in this for a long time." More circles were rubbed into my sensitive skin and it was calming me more than usual. "Mitch?"

"Scott?"

"Could I...Can I, maybe....See your....your scar?" 

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Scott's P.O.V:

I watched his face expectantly, waiting for a reply. I saw a deep hesitation his his handsome features, contorted in a way I wish I would never have to see. "A-Are you sure you want to see it? It...it isn't exactly pretty.." 

I nodded, laying him down gently before slowly pushing his shirt up until I saw the long, dark scar running across his flat stomach. There were faint stretch marks visible, along with old bruises from Travis. "What are you even talking about? Mitch, this is...beautiful."

"Scott--"

"No. I don't care about whatever Travis told you. This," I leaned down to press a gentle kiss against the scar, "Is the most," I moved my lips upward to create a trail, "wonderous sight I have beheld. This shows your strength, Mitchie. And your love." I ran my thumbs over the stretch marks, kissing those too. I felt his breath hitch with each skin to lip contact. "You're extravagant. Je ne pouvais pas que pour une meilleure meilleur ami . Vous êtes sacrément parfaite , Mitchie."

"I l-love it when you talk French to me, Scottland." 

We laughed, and I came back up to look at him, his eyes sparkling with a new kind of light that filled me with joy. "Leave your shirt off tonight. And don't worry about a thing."