Black And White

Eighty Three

Scott had changed into baggy sweatpants, and one of his largest sweatshirts. 

One would assume it's because he was cold, but Mitch knew that it was so he could hide.

Showing Mitch all of his pictures, was showing a personal side of him; One that Scott guards with his toughest persona. 

Mitch stood directly beside him after he'd gotten some clothes on. "We have a little over an hour before we need to leave. But I assume you take like twenty minutes to get ready, so.."

Scott nodded, glancing at the bed where he'd lined up all of his pictures. 

Mitch quickly followed his eyes. "Oh wow!" There were a little over twenty pictures in front of him. "Scott, are you kidding me? These are all so good."

Scott didn't respond, staring at all of his work, over criticizing them in his head so that if Mitch said anything bad about them, he wouldn't be hurt or surprised. 

"Scott, are you listening to me?" Mitch reached down to pick one up, but stopped. "Can I touch them..?"

"Sure."

Mitch tried to be as careful as he could, picking up a picture of Alex doing something soccer-like. "This is so cool. Has Alex seen this?"

"Yeah... I made two copies, and gave one to him. He needed it for some scholarship thing."

Mitch set that down, and then grabbed one of Avi laughing about something with a half eaten burger in his hand. It was obvious that Scott was sitting directly across from him at the time, and Mitch could just barely make out the silhouette of Scott's blonde hair in the reflection of the shiny table. 

Scott awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, watching Mitch's face as he looked at the picture. 

"This is so cute... Aw, Scott..." Mitch set that down and grabbed another. He tilted his head a little. "Who's this? Is this your mom?"

Scott nodded once. "Yeah... That's her..."

"She looks just like you, Scottie..."

"I guess... I just figure... So many people walk away from me, and... I guess I'm just selfishly wanting to keep a piece of them, even if they forget about me."

Mitch turned a little, setting the picture down and facing Scott. "That's... The saddest thing I've ever heard." He held his arms up a little, unable to resist how cuddly Scott looked. "Hug me."

Scott quickly hugged him, as gently as he could. "Sorry... Didn't mean to upset you."

"No, it's not that I'm upset, just... You're such a beautiful person. Inside and out."

"Thanks... I guess."

Mitch moved back, keeping his arms around Scott's torso as he looked back over at the pictures again. "I really like that one of Avi. And... The one of Alex and I."

"Ooh... That second one isn't as good because I took it with my phone..."

"I think it's still wonderful."

"Well.. I guess the good news is... Since you know about it now... Maybe you can model for me sometime?"

Mitch gasped a little, a wide grin on his face. "I would love that!"

Scott somehow found his confidence, which he always seemed to do when he started getting mildly flirty. "Maybe you and I could go out and buy you something cute, and maybe a little naughty and--"

"Wait, woah. Slow down, you sex-crazed beast. When did this cute, little insecure but aesthetic and artistic thing turn into your own personal porn collection?"