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March 22, 2019

"Mitchy?!" Scott walks into Mitch's room after school.

"When did you get here?" Mitch looks over at him from his desk.

"Few minutes ago, I was talking to your parents." Mitch sighs at the mention of his parents, and Scott closes the door.

"What's wrong?" Mitch shrugs and looks back down at the notebook on his desk. Scott walks over to him and kneels down next to him, "Talk to me, Babygirl."

Mitch spins his chair to look at Scott, "I hate that they leave me for work every single weekend. I love that it gives me an excuse to spend time with you, but it feels like they choose their jobs over me." Scott sets his hand on Mitch's knee, rubbing his knee with his thumb when Mitch tears up, "It just hurts, I guess. The only time they stay the weekend is after I have surgery."

"Have you ever told them?"

Mitch nods and sniffles, "Yeah, and they acted like I was ungrateful for all they provide and do for me."

"I'm so sorry, my love." Mitch looks down at his laps and fiddles with his hands.

"What can I do?" Scott asks, standing up. Mitch stands on his tip toes and wraps his arms around Scott's neck in a hug. Scott holds around his waist.

"They're probably leaving soon, I guess." Mitch mumbles into Scott's neck.

"They said ten minutes when I got here."

"Yeah, well, they'll come up when they're leaving."

Scott turns his head for a kiss, but Mitch doesn't notice, "Hey, dickhead, give your boyfriend a kiss."

Mitch laughs and kisses him, "Fuck you, your head is on my left side."

"We need to brush up on your mind reading."

"Shut up, and kiss me like a man."

"Baby, I can do a lot of things to you like a man."

Mitch's cheeks turn pink, and he hides his face in Scott's neck again. Scott moves his hands to Mitch's waist, before he starts to tickle him.

Mitch screams, "No, Scotty!" He escapes Scott's grip and runs out the room, Scott chasing after him.

"Leave me alone!" Mitch yells as Scott catches up.

"Baby, don't run into the counter!" Mitch dodges the counter corner and continues running until Scott grabs him by the waist and throws him over his shoulder.

"Oh, my god. Again?"

"Yep. You love it."

"I hate you."

"Mitch, we're leaving!" Nel calls from the living room. Scott sets Mitch down and they go to say goodbye.

"We'll be back Sunday after 11:00."

"At night?"

"Yes. You have off Monday, right?" Mike confirms.

"Yeah."

"Okay. Bye, boys. Love you."

"Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad." They leave, and Scott notices Mitch's mood drop again.

"God. I don't even know why I'm being so pissy about this. What you went through was so much worse."

"What?"

"I'm being a little bitch about my parents leaving every weekend, but I should be grateful that I have both of them."

"Look at me," Mitch looks up at Scott, "please, don't compare what we've gone through. If it hurts you, then it hurts you."

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