Moving on is fine. At least, that's what Mitch tells himself as he watches the people around him create beautiful lives in which he can't seem to figure out where to fit. Hinted Scomiche.

"it might be too cliché to say this, but it suits everything in this foolish story; love is simply a war with a fierce battlefield." [book three of the ships trilogy]

Scott was always taught that gay was okay. Mitch wasn't. Scott was taught that it was okay that people marked their bodies. Mitch wasn't. Scott was told that he could love who ever he wanted to. Mitch wasn't taught any of that, but he was still curious.

(Written due to my hatred for aspects of social media) They left the documents on the table, as Mitch's sobs became more violent. Ben stood, slowly, picking up the packets of paper, as an assistant entered the room silently. "I think we can shred these," Ben told her, quietly. "Pentatonix is... well, it's over." He watched the two figures clutching each other across the table. "We're done."

A terrifying night in a haunted hotel that completly changed mitch and scott's lives forever.

title says it; read from the bottom, better stories are found there.

it's self explanatory

My first story ever I don't have a lot of experience writing fanfiction, but I'm going to learn on the way. So in excited to do this.

When Mitch turns back into a child, Scott desperately tries to find a way to turn his best friend back into an adult, all the while keeping the young boy safe and happy.

Are we really breaking down the walls to start over?