Love me 'till I'm me again - (Scott and Mitch Fanfiction)

Chapter 8 - Look up

Oh my god it's 3 am I should be sleeping.I'm really really grateful for all your comments the last chapter,they always inspire me and make me soso happy.So,I know this chapter is kind of sappy,but yeah,let me know what you think.Just so you know,this doesn't mean all rainbows from here on out ;) If you ever have question about the story or the characters and their actions don;t hestitate to ask and I'll answer you ,btw.

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How could he ever explain to Mitch everything that crashed in the last few hours,all the domino pieces that collapsed along with him,how could he describe the frustration,the anger and the disappointment spinning his head so violently he wanted to puke.There were no words said as Mitch sat him down on his couch and offered him a cup of tea.

He vaguely remember the warmth of Mitch's little hand tangled with his and the steam of the tea not even coming close to it.There was only silence at first because gathering words to describe his girlfriend cheating on him to his best friend was pretty hard when there was so much guilt weighing down on him,considering what a dick he'd been and how they barely talked.

But he tried his best,and in rushed words and with little eye contact he described terrible fights for nights on end and sleeping on the couch and feeling like the lowest person on the planet when he heard Jo crying from the other room.He described them shouting awful,heart-wrenching words to each other almost every night,until one of them would eventually start crying and leave the room.

They would blame each other for everything.Jo would blame Scott for making her fall in love with him and then treating her like she was a fault,an inconvenience in his life.Scott would mostly listen,but when his chest filled and it was too much he would yell back about her suffocating him and always blaming him for everything.

In the morning Jo would step out of the bedroom,barefooted on the cold tiles and with dark,sleep-filled circles around her eyes and just hug Scott;she would whisper I love you,and he would say I love you too,and hold her a little tighter for a moment,and that would be it.

Mitch listened quietly.He flinched unconsciously whenever Scott would mention her name or 'I love you'.He sat on the other couch,with his legs tucked under him;the  light clinged to his every feature and he looked so serene and calm,his face completely blank - Scott thought he was beautiful,and he couldn't help but obsess over his soft,parted lips and his long fingers on the cup of tea,of whom he was so jealous at that moment.

Eventually he got to that night,when he came over earlier from work,in oh so-cliche scenery,and he caught her with someone else.He didn't remember much about him,just that he was probably also model and he was using his shower.

Jo didn't say much-it was like she wanted him to catch her,so he didn't say much either.He kept desperately looking for an explanation from her,begging her quietly to tell him this was all a big prank,but that didn't happen.Jo kept repeating 'I didn't mean it;I'm sorry' and she cried silently,the tears making her big,beautiful eyes even brighter.Scott replied with 'You're only sorry I caught you,if that.' and then left.

Mitch sighed deeply and stayed quiet for a while.He wasn't sure why Scott was here.On one hand,he wanted to kill Jo - although this was wrong and they were both obviously miserable,cheating wasn't going to solve their problems.He couldn't put it together -they always fought,he apparently didn't love her,and she cheated,so why were they still together?Was this some sort of sick joke?He couldn't help but think how this gave him yet again what was bound to be false hope,hope that kiss meant more than it did,because it certainly felt realer than everything he had ever felt.That was until Scott came back to reality and stopped it,of course.

He coughed and replied in a cautious tone,longing for a day standing so close to him,talking about his relationship and his girlfriend would hurt less,because right now it did.A lot.

'Are you here because you want me to tell you to forgive her?Or go back to her?Because you know I won't.'

Scott opened his mouth to say something,but gave up halfway through.He shifted anxiously in his seat and waited for Mitch to continue.The brunette got up from his seat and walked to the bar.He rested his palms on the cold surface and looked up. 'What I will tell you is that you should do whatever your heart tells you to.Because God knows I don't understand your relationship,but if this is what feel right,do it, fight..for her.Do what's right.'

Mitch basically had to pull the last words out of himself.He cut his tongue on every single one of them and a cold chill traveled up his spine.He couldn't believe he was telling the person he was in love with to go back to his girlfriend.But this person was his best friend,despite all the awful things he made him feel,and this was the right thing to do.Even if it felt like knives in his stomach and rocks on his chest.

He closed his eyes,trying his best not to start crying right there and then,trying not to collapse on the floor from how dizzy he was,trying not to let the ringing in his ears deafen him.And when he opened his eyes again,he saw Scott standing in front of him,slowly closing the space between them.

'Scott,what-what are you doing?' Mitch stuttered in a whisper as he kept his head low. 'I'm doing what feels right.' the blonde replied as he wrapped his hands around Mitch's little waist.The brunette helplessly burried his face in his best friend's chest,sulking in his warmth.His smell was toxic and it went straight to his head,strong like a hard liquor.

'I can't seem to stay away from you.It's like-I know you're not good for me,but I need you nonetheless,and it's infuriating.' Mitch mumbled against him,in a moment of ridiculous bravery.

'I need you too.' Scott whispered.

' Mitch,look up.' Breathing in and out,he tried his best not to hyperventilate.They were so close,he could almost taste him on his tongue,and feel him sting his fingertips.Those hands on his waist were all kinds of wonderful,but he just felt paralyzed with fear.

'I can't.You know I can't.'

'Please,just look at me.'

So Mitch looked at him,and he looked back,with his incredible blue eyes.And that was all it took for the blonde to close the space between them and finally kiss him,pulling him closer,with no caution,desperate,like this kiss was the first breath of air after hours spent under water,like his life depended on it.And Mitch's heart swelled with surprise and love-not only because they were kissing just like in every dream he had,but because this time,Scott didn't pull back .