POV: Mitch
As Scott walked out the door, Wyatt jumped on my lap, scaring the living crap out of me. The cat is seriously a ninja.
"Down, boy," I snap, pushing him off. He let out a small mew and walks off. I instantly feel guilty for it though, because it wasn't his fault.
"I'm sorry baby, daddy is just upset," I whisper when I manage to find him. He lets out a slow purr, and he rubs against my pant leg.
He usually only does this to Scott who he's over. Scott.
Why was he so mad? If I upset him, wouldn't he of told me? And he looked fine until I told him about Travis and I.
Wait.
"He.... He couldn't. Or could he? No. Definitely not. Maybe..... Maybe I should go talk to him. Yeah," I say myself. I finish my omelette and walk upstairs to get dressed. I shower and was dressed in 15 minutes. My hair? Different story. It looked like I woke up from the dead. So I eventually just stuff. It under a beanie and head toward the gym.
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Speak to Me. (Scömítche)
FanfictionPentatonix have been together for years now. Tours, gigs, traveling, and even the memories bring them closer as a group of friends. But with Mitch and Scott, it's different. Scott has secretly always had a crush on Mitch, but it's never to be, for M...
