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The wind kicked a bit and I wrapped my jacket tighter around me. I knocked again. "I know you're home, Travis," I called. "I just want to ta-"
The door suddenly swung open. Travis looked at me gravely, as if he knew I were coming. "Can I help you, Scott?"
This little prick. My jaw clenched as I tried to keep myself composed. "I think you know EXACTLY why I'm here. Mitch came home with marks all over him. Again. And I only see them when he comes from meeting up with you. What gives? Do you think it's funny?" My temper rose as I thought of Mitch again. "Do you even consider how Mitch feels? Ever? Did you ever give a fuck about him?"
Travis just shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about."
I rolled my eyes. "Don't play with me, you asshole. What did Mitch ever do to you besides give you his all? Just give me ONE good reason why he deserves to be treated like shit and I'll never bother you again."
He leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms, as uninterested as he could be. "He wouldn't have sex with me. He lead me on all night, then as soon as I make a move, he suddenly doesn't want to anymore. But I know why."
"Oh really?" I said sarcastically. "Why?"
Travis looked at me with smugness all over his nasty face. "He was too busy fucking you."
I took a step back, completely caught off guard. "Wait... What?! Mitch and I have never-"
"Oh don't try to cover yourself now," he said, waving his hand dismissively. "I know all about it. It's so evident. You two are always so close in your little YouTube channel, what's it called, Megaveggie?"
"Superfruit. It's Superfruit."
"Right, yeah that. You two are always practically on top of each other. If you're that close on-screen, there's no doubt y'all are little fuck buddies when no one's around. Not that I care, anymore. Mitch has always been a foul slut anyway, so I'm not all that supri-"

I smacked his disgusting face with all the strength I could muster.

I was shaking with fury. I grabbed the stunned man by his collar and shook him roughly. "Don't you DARE talk about Mitch like that. You know NOTHING about him, you never payed enough attention to him to know anything. I didn't like you from the moment I saw you, but I didn't say anything for Mitch's sake. You put him through HELL, Travis, and he would always come running back to your sorry ass. You trampled all over his heart for two years, two long years, and he would apologize for getting your shoes dirty. And you're just going to let him go because he wouldn't have sex with you?! You're the biggest idiot I've ever met."
I pushed him back and started towards the door, afraid of what I'll do to that bastard if I stay any longer.
"Mitch was amazing, Travis. It's your loss," I called over my shoulder, "but I don't know if you even heard anything I just said, with your head being shoved so far up your ass."
I began the long walk back to my car. My palm was still stinging from my blow.
"Some of us would do anything to be with him." I whispered to myself.

Troye

There was something wrong with Mitch. Him and Scott both came in with strange looks on their faces, and ever since Mitch sat down half an hour ago, his beautiful eyes seemed unfocused. I'm not very good at consoling, but I decided to try my best for my Mitchie.
I poked at his belly, causing his distant gaze to be broken from the tv. "What's wrong, love?"
"Hm? Oh, um, nothing. Just thinking, I guess. Why?"
"Because you're not very happy. I would like to make you happy, but you won't tell me what's wrong, so I don't know what to do." I shifted a bit closer and grabbed one of his hands, rubbing it with my own. "You can talk to me, love."
Mitch gave me a half-hearted smile. "It's nothing, really. Stop worrying about me and go back to being cute."
I made a face. "I don't remember stopping! Way to ruin my mood too!" Mitch laughed at my remark and leaned into my side. "That's not what I meant, shithead."
"Will me kissing you make you feel better?"
He grinned and shrugged. "I guess, maybe, I think it's worth a shot."
I grabbed his face gently and pressed my lips to his, softening a bit when he relaxed. He pulled away moments later with the cutest grin on his face. "I think it worked," I chuckled.
"Mhm, I think it did."
I couldn't stop smiling at him. I felt elated. Here he was, in all his gorgeous glory, right here with me. I could kiss him, I could touch him, I could hold him, whenever I wanted to. And that's just what I wanted to do. I grabbed his arms to pull him towards me, but his face quickly contorted in pain and he jerked back, holding his arm and whimpering.
I was taken aback. "What did... What's wrong? Did I do something wrong? Did I grab you too hard? I'm sorry, Mitch."
But his eyes wouldn't come up to meet mine. I wanted to grab him and hold him, but it seems like he'd had enough of that already. What have I done?
"Mitch? Mitch please, talk to me. Was it something I did?"
I squatted down in front of the boy to stare up at him, and what I saw was heartbreaking. Mitch was silently crying, not making any noise, just letting the tears stream down his cheeks.
"Oh my God, Mitch. Mitch please, I'm so sorry! Do you want me to go?" I said softly. I don't understand. Where had I gone wrong? Am I taking it too fast? Was-
My inner battle was silenced when I felt his hand grab mine. It was firm and shaky, as if it were a silent plea of help. His eyes finally turned up to meet mine, vast and red-rimmed.
He swallowed. "It's nothing you did, Troye. You've been nothing but sweet. I honestly don't know how I landed you," he rasped,"but this-" he turned his arm over, displaying a half-covered bruise on his forearm. "This is something I kinda walked into."
I looked Mitch over, then back at his arm in horror. "Did... Did I do that?!"
He laughed lightly. "No, love, you didn't. But he did." The words were harsh as they came out. Who is he?
"Is he Travis?"
Mitch nodded and sighed. "Stuff like this has been going on for a while. And I've let it, for way too long."
I stood up then, a sudden anger taking over me. "That rat! I should teach him a lesson or two, that'll show him! He doesn't know who he's dealing with now! Why, I should-"
Mitch grabbed my face and smashed his smiling lips on mine, shutting me up instantly. "Thank you, my knight in shining armor, but I think I can handle this myself."
I looked him in the eyes. "Are you sure?"
He nodded again, more certain this time. "I'm positive. I'm gay, but I'm not a wimp."
We both laughed at that, and I made an attempt to wipe away the tears on his cheeks.

Mitch

Scott came in the door then, seeing us standing there, one of us tear streaked, the other angry, and automatically went white. "What h- did you guys just... I'm, uh, gonna go wait outside..."
Scott started making a beeline to the door, but I quickly ran after him. "Scott, we weren't breaking up, you idiot! Get back in here, it's chilly outside. Jesus, what has gotten into you?!"
I came back in again, my embarrassed Scott in tow. His cheeks were adorably flushed. "Sorry, I just thought... You both looked so upset, I-I don't know."
I pulled the taller man into a hug, which he gladly accepted, looking relieved. "You're such a dork."
Scott shifted then, leaning his face closer to my ear. "For dating that dirtbag Travis, I think you're the dorky one here," he whispered.
I looked up at him in alarm.
"What?"
Scott just looked at me grimly. "Mitch, we have a lot to talk about later."
I knew where this was headed, and I could only nod. This was going to be a looong night.
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Troye left a while later after he got a call from Tyler. "Beauty calls," he joked, and was out the door in seconds.
Now I kind of wish I could call him back. There was no obstacle now. With Troye's sunny personality gone, Scott and I were going to have to talk about it eventually.
I was spread out over the couch, watching a movie but not really paying attention to it. There was way to much going on in my head for me to focus.
I closed my eyes.