Black And White

Hundred Fifteen

Avi decided to stop by Scott's house before dinner, because he missed his stupid blonde friend. He'd called Mitch too, to see if he wanted to go with him.

Mitch begged Avi to take him, because he wanted to sit in Scott's room for a bit.

Avi smiled when he pulled in front of Mitch's house, but Mitch walked out in sweatpants with tears falling down his face, phone in his hand as he continued to dial Scott's number.

Mitch got in the car casually, though he was still hiccuping through sobs. "Hi, how are you?"

"How am I?" Avi stared at him. "Mitch, how the fuck are you? Are you okay?"

"I'm great." Mitch sniffled, ringing Scott's number again, only to go straight to voicemail. He sobbed once at the sound of it, and pressed his phone to his chest above his heart.

Avi frowned at him. "Mitch... What the Hell's goin' on?"

"Please just take me to Scott's. Please."

Avi hesitated for a second, but decided not to push it, and started to drive.

Mitch tried to be quiet as he cried, but continued to call Scott a few more times.

Avi pulled into Scott's driveway, and didn't even stop the car before Mitch jumped out and rushed toward the house. Avi hurried after him, because he had the key.

Mitch was calling someone again, but this time he practically collapsed, leaning against the wall of the house. "Finally, oh my God... Scott, I'm so--"

Avi raised an eyebrow, unlocking the door and opening it for Mitch.

But Mitch was busy standing perfectly still, staring at one spot on the ground. "Oh... H-He told you the story?"

Avi cleared his throat softly, gesturing inside the house. Mitch should definitely be inside or sitting down or maybe both.

Mitch slowly walked past him, eyebrows drawn together as he concentrated on what was being said to him. "See? It wasn't even that bad."

Avi closed the door behind Mitch, and watched Mitch walk directly to Scott's room.

Mitch walked inside the bedroom, but then peeked back out at Avi. "Is it okay if I close this door for a few minutes?"

Avi nodded once. "Whatever you need to do."

Mitch closed the door, and sat on the edge of Scott's bed. "So what, then? Are you mad at me? Are you not gonna talk to me?"

"Please don't antagonize the situation." Scott muttered. "I have every right to be upset. I can't believe you kept that from me."

"Because it wasn't a big deal. And Alex called him out anyway."

"But that's not good enough. I should punch him in the throat for talking to you that way."

"It doesn't even matter, Scott. That's why I didn't say anything. Because we don't need to make it a bigger deal than it is."

"It's a big deal to me. Okay? You know that."

"But--" Mitch stopped himself, eyes landing on the wall beside Scott's bed. He then looked up at the ceiling, where pictures should've been. "Scottie..? You took my pictures down?"

"I had to bring them with me, babe. I put one of them up in the hotel room, by the way."

"In the shower, I bet."

Scott grinned a little. "I mean, no. But.. I'm gonna move it now."

"Or we could just video chat, and you could put your phone in a zip lock bag."

"That's brilliant. I'm hard just thinking about it."

Mitch giggled when he heard Alex say ew, and then slam some kind of door.

Scott chuckled too. "Forgot Alex was right there... Oops. He's probably gonna lock the door on me."

"Well you deserve it. Pervert."

Scott shook his head a little. "Listen, Mitch... I'm sorry for being a shit about it. I'm just freaking out about my parents, and... I hate the thought that you have to see that prick every other day in class when I'm not there."

"It's strictly professional, babe. Just classwork. I don't even sit next to him. It's just when we do labs."

"Who do you sit next to, then?"

"Alex."

"Oh... Good."

Mitch looked around the room again. "I should probably let you go, babe... But I'm gonna steal all your shirts, borrow your cologne, and then stare at my bracelet until I cry again."

"Okay... That's fine." Scott smiled a little. "I love you, pretty boy."

"I love you too. Will you please call me after dinner with your parents? I wanna be sure you're okay."

"If you want."

"Please do. Also tell Alex he needs to respond to my texts, regardless of if he thinks I'm mad at him for spilling the story."

"Gotcha. Talk to you later. Please remember that I don't deserve someone as amazing as you."

"Oh shut the Hell up. Why do you have to throw in something sappy before you go?"

"Maybe it's my signature."

"Whatever. Bye. Have fun. Over-eat at dinner."

"What? Why?"

"Because your parents are shitty, and you should eat all their money away."

"Oh." Scott thought about that for a second. "Okay."

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