Fantasy (Scomiche AU)

"Over"

I'm really excited for this one!

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Scott walked through the park, hands in his pockets, enjoying the cool weather. It was a lot better than the stiflingly hot weather they'd been having.

Scott paused at a fork in the trail. What way did Mitch say to go? He didn't see the brunette anywhere. They were supposed to meet up later along the trail, but he couldn't remember which trail he was actually supposed to take.

After a moment, he shrugged and went left. He was pretty sure Mitch had said to walk that way. If not, it wouldn't hurt. He was already "late."

Scott started down the left path. This was the perfect day for this; the park was full of people. Mitch had been right.

Scott walked for a few minutes until he came across a bench that had Mitch and Kirstie sitting on it. he smiled when he saw them. Mitch whispered something to Kirstin, and she got up and walked away. She passed Scott, and whispered, "Good luck, dear," as she passed him.

Mitch stood up when Scott reached him. "You're late."

"I'm couldn't get here before now," Scott said. "I had homework over the  weekend. I had to do some of that today."

"We have the same classes and the same homework," Mitch chided. "It was over the week itself, and the weekend. Unless you got extra, but I doubt you did. I'm done with mine! And I have work and stuff! I got it done. You're just being lazy. And you didn't even apologize when I said you were late."

"I'm sorry," Scott said, surprised by how angry Mitch seemed to be. "But it was only by a few minutes."

"Do you know what happens when I'm a 'few minutes' late to something?" Mitch demanded. "If I'm a 'few minutes' late to a concert? To a meet and greet? I get flack. People say, 'Does he not care? Why was he late?' 'A few minutes' is a long time, Scott."

Mitch sighed, turning around and falling back onto the bench. People were already filming them. It made him anxious, but he needed to keep this up.

"I really am sorry for being late," he said, sitting beside the star. "I had things to do all week, and I couldn't do my homework."

"I'm not even surprised," Mitch mumbled. "After what you said to me yesterday."

"What did I say to you yesterday?" Scott asked, surprised.

Mitch gave him a look that made Scott think he should have known this.

"Y-you don't even remember what you said that was so wrong?" Now he looked on the verge of tears. His voice began to shake just slightly as he continued to speak. "You accused me of..." his voice fell to near a whisper. "...cheating." He looked back up at Scott, his voice once more strong and angry. "Why did you think I would do that? You know why I have so little time for you! It's because I have to work!" His eyes filled suddenly filled with pain and suspicion. "And if you think that me being busy means that...what were you doing all week that made it so you couldn't do your homework? Why were you so busy?"

"I...." Scott was truly at a loss for what to say. It occurred to him that this was why Mitch had left this out of their plan. He wasn't as good of an actor as Mitch; this way, he didn't have to do so much acting. He was truly bewildered.

Mitch scoffed, and the pain was evident in his eyes. "You can't even formulate a response," he spat. "We're over," he said, rising. He then spun on his heel and walked off.

Scott watched him leave, then got up and walked back the way he had come.

_

Scott and Mitch both crashed onto the bed. "That was great!" Mitch said, grinning.

"I watched the entire thing later once someone posted it," Kirstin told them. "Your acting skills--both of you--are truly incredible."

"Thanks, Kirst," Mitch said, smiling. "I thought it was really good as well."

"I was a bit worried about how I did," Scott admitted.

"You were great," Kirstie reassured him. "But we thought you'd be nervous. We were nervous for you. That's why Mitch didn't tell you everything. We thought it would be helpful."

"I thought that was why," Scott said. "It did help. I was genuinely a bit rattled by Mitch bringing up that pretend accusation. Although, you don't think it was going a bit far?"

"Nah, I don't think so," Mitch responded. "I'll clear your name somehow, if people freak out."

"Thanks," Scott said. Mitch just nodded.

"Of course," he said.

The two of them had gone to Kirstin's house after their staged argument. Now, they were just sitting in her room. She was on the window seat, while Mitch and Scott sat on her bed. They had come here so the three of them could discuss what had happened.

The three fell silent for a minute; then, Kirstie said, "Are you guys hungry? Do you want something to eat? We have stuff downstairs."

"Sure," Mitch said.

"Does your mom mind?" Scott asked.

"No, she doesn't mind me getting stuff to eat with friends," Kirstin laughed a bit. "I'm paying for it anyway. As long as I don't get too many snacks too close to dinner."

"Okay, then I'd love something to eat," Scott said.

Kirstin nodded, smiling. She rose and exited the room, leaving Scott and Mitch alone together.

"We'll have to be cautious about getting seen together," Mitch said. "It may be a good idea to stop sitting close together in choir. I'm finally happy that we're in different sections."

"Yeah, you're right," Scott agreed. "We'll have to be careful about talking about each other as well."

"We will," Mitch agreed. "We'll only be able to see each other in private, though, and that's mildly concerning to me. I mean, it can't be good for our relationship."

"It can't," Scott agreed. "We'll just have to make the most of it, though."

"We will," Mitch agreed, gently kissing his cheek.

Scott pouted.

"Oh, come here," Mitch said, giggling as they kissed each other for real.

The door opened. "Not in my bed!" Kirstie shrieked.

The two boys jerked away from each other. "We-we weren't...." Mitch tried stammering out.

Kirstin giggled. "I know. I brought fruit!" she said.

Mitch sat up as Kirstie placed the fruit tray on her table, which was in the corner and could be reached from the bed or the window seat. "Thanks for this, Kirst," he said, already picking up a strawberry. "I thought I'd die if I had to wait any longer for food."

She laughed again. "You're welcome, darling," she said.

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I didn't really know how to end that, but whatever. I don't have to end them perfectly every time, do I? 

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