In His Eyes

Chapter 3

For PTX_Pentaholic99

"I love this." Scott and I waited outside of the restaurant as my parents went in to get a table. I had my arms wrapped around Scott's neck and I closed my eyes. I could see myself through his mind. I was finally able to touch him. I was here. He was here. And it felt amazing.

"You're ridiculous." I opened my eyes to let them drift over every feature.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you-"

"No, Mitch." His hand went to caress my cheek. "I'm glad you didn't. I couldn't make some half assed excuse to avoid you. I thought I was going crazy too. I thought you were some beautiful imagination. I'm so glad you're real." I stood on my toes to kiss his lips gently.

"Boys...." I pulled away when I heard my mom's warning tone.

"I wasn't doing anything. It was him." I pointed towards Scott in a fake attempt to keep my innocence. Scott scoffed and held his hands up defensively.

"I didn't-"

"Don't worry, sweetheart. We know it wasn't you." My mom shot me a teasing look while my dad was behind her with his thumbs up. I rolled my eyes. Scott held my hand under the table which was difficult considering the other was in a sling. He would stop eating for minutes on end to hold my hand. It was kind of like he was desperately making sure that I was really here.

"So, Scott. How old are you?" I set down my fork and focused in on my mom.

"I'm nineteen, m'am." I notice her lips pursed in disapproval.

"And what high school did you graduate from?" Scott glanced at me.

"I didn't-"

"He couldn't-" We both spoke at the same time. My mom didn't understand what he went through. She didn't understand what happened to him. What his dad did to him....it was awful. None of them understood like I did. I could see every memory that Scott allowed me to. I let my head fall to rest against his shoulder. We were connected. I felt it in every touch. I could feel the pain of his arm even though mine was completely fine.

"I see. What do you do for a living?" Scott became even more uncomfortable at that question. I didn't even know that answer.

"Mom-"

"I don't have a job." Scott cut me off before I could find a way to defend him.

"How are you surviving?" He was getting irritated at all the questions.

"I fuck my roommate-" Silverware was dropped from surprised hands. My dad finally started paying attention to the conversation. I looked towards Scott. He covered his mouth in surprise at his own words. "I'm sorry. I need to get some air." Scott ran before I could stop him. I sighed, trying to chase after him. My mom grabbed my hand.

"Don't go after him." I pulled away.

"You still don't understand. I have to." I ran towards where Scott disappeared. He was pacing in front of the restaurant, his good arm going up to run his fingers through his hair. He looked at me with wide eyes. He opened his mouth but I quickly stopped him.

"I don't care what you had to do to survive. You're here. I couldn't ask for anything better."

"No, Mitch. I want to explain myself. I can feel that it bothers you." I didn't deny the fact that I could feel disgust. But it wasn't for Scott. It was that a man took advantage of Scott's situation. "I ran out of money quickly. When I ran from my dad, I could only get a couple hundred and I couldn't survive on it. I didn't have anything left and this man had approached me with an option to have housing and food. I took it because I thought you weren't real."

"Scott...." I went to hold his hand. He closed his eyes.

"I became a drug addict. I am a drug addict. It was the only way that I could make myself sleep with anyone." He let out a small sob. I pulled him down into a hug. His head was resting in the crook of my neck.

"I'm going to take care of you, Scott." I convinced him to come back to the hotel with us. My parents went out to enjoy the nightlife. Well, my dad dragged my mom out.

Scott and I were laying on the bed. My back was pressed against the headboard as Scott's head was resting in my lap. He had fallen asleep to the feeling of my fingers running through his hair. We were finally together but we always had each other. It was just now that we were able to truly lean on someone. Scott startled himself awake. He sat up.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep on you." He was one of those guys that has the sexy wake up voice. Very gruff and strained to the lower tone of his vocal range.

"I don't mind it." I could see he was still tired. His eyelids would shut before quickly fluttering open. "Go back to sleep."

"I want to spend time with you before you leave." I frowned.

"Come back to New York with us. Come back with me."

"And do what, Mitch? Live off your kindness and hospitality? I need to take care of myself." My hand went to rest on his shoulder.

"I need to take care of you first. We'll get you off of drugs and you can get a job. We can work together. I can't see my life without you in it. You've always been there with me." He went back to laying his head in my lap. He was thinking over the situation. I watched him scratch his wrists under his long sleeves. I knew what he hid under there.

"I'll pay your family back."

"You being here for me is enough." He smiled up at me.

"I'll go with you then."