Black And White

Eighty Two

Avi understood that Mitch wanted some alone time, so he did end up leaving after he was sure Scott didn't need anything else.

He also made a quick run to Mitch's house to grab clothes for him to wear to school, as well as his backpack, and the small list of toiletries Mitch requested.

After he'd gone for good, Scott was almost asleep.

Mitch tried to push his shoulder a little to wake him up. "Hey, babe. Wake up. We can't sleep here."

Scott opened one eye, closed it, and then opened both. "Says who?"

"Me. You're too tall to do this. Especially with your mess of back problems."

Scott chuckled. "Baby got back... Problems."

Mitch only smiled. "Come on, baby. Stand up."

Scott looked up at him sadly, and then rolled slowly until he fell off the couch.

Mitch tried to grab him, but Scott quickly popped up off the ground with a laugh. "Did you see that?! I'm silly."

"Also a child."

"Can I get some snacks from the kitchen before we go?"

"Whatever you want, honey."

Scott rushed off. "Imma get some apple juice and some crackers."

Mitch nodded once. "A child."

Mitch then stood up, made sure the front door was locked, and then wandered into Scott's room.

As he walked in, he noticed the small pile of clothing in the corner of the room. Mitch then jumped a little to plop down on Scott's bed.

As he lay on his back, he could see a large picture of himself taped up on the ceiling. And when he sat up a little to see it better, he noticed that there was also a picture on the wall that the bed was up against.

They were two different pictures, but both of Mitch. But was even more strange, was that he'd never seen these pictures before. Leading Mitch to believe that Scott took them himself.

Mitch shook his head a little, as Scott walked in.

Scott then crawled over to him, laying on the space Mitch left for him, before falling down with a huff to lay on his face.

Mitch set a hand on Scott's back. "Hi... Did you get your crackers?"

"Nuh uh... Couldn't find any."

"Oh, I'm sorry... Want me to go look?"

"Nuh... Wanna sleep."

"Okay, then... You sleep. I gotta do some homework really quick."

Scott launched himself off the bed to grab Mitch's hips and hold him down. "You can't leave me."

"Scottie, I just--"

"No." He mumbled, clinging tightly to Mitch's pants.

Too tightly apparently, because as he held on with Mitch struggling a little, he was pulling them down without realizing it.

Mitch grabbed the waistband to try to hold them up. "Scott, babe, let go."

"No! You're gonna leave."

"I'm not gonna leave. But you're pulling my clothes off."

"That's never bothered you before."

Mitch could now see his own hip bones exposed, and his happy trail was beginning to show as well. "Scott please... Please let go of me. I promise not to leave."