Mitch waved a small hand at Scott as he walked into the now familiar therapy room a week later.
He'd been coming in every day since that first session, and it'd been the best week either of them had ever had.
Mitch was already considering Scott his best friend, and though the blonde didn't quite know it yet, he felt the same way about the smaller boy.
"Hey, Mitch, I'm so sorry I'm late," Scott said, looking around the room. "Kirstin still isn't in yet?"
Mitch shrugged, but pointed to a chair next to him that Scott hadn't noticed yet.
"Oh, is that for me?" Mitch nodded. "Thanks! Was it your idea or Kirstie's?"
Mitch blushed and pointed at himself as Scott sat down in his designated spot. "That's nice of you, Mitchi," he replied, a bit startled but pleased. He began to talk again, but was interrupted by a loud "AWWW" behind them.
"Well, don't you two just look so cute sitting there?!" Kirstin walked into the room, hanging a white Chanel coat on the door on top of Scott's. "How early did you get here, Scott?"
"I just got in a couple minutes ago," he said, shooting her a death glare. She knew that he was struggling with his feelings for the boy, but she didn't need to make it obvious. "And Mitch was here even before that."
"Oh, really?" she turned away from him, ignoring his stare, and directed her unwavering smile towards Mitch. "How early did you come in, Mitchell?"
Mitch held up two fingers, looking embarrassed.
"A whole hour early? Why?"
Mitch hesitated before pointing at Scott.
"Awh, that's sweet, you were waiting for him!" Kirstin cocked her head to the side as Mitch shook his head and pointed at Scott again.
"I texted him to come early," Scott explained. "I thought I was going to be here at the same time so we could hang out or something, but I...I got held up. Sorry." The last word was said to Mitch, who shrugged again and smiled slightly. Scott wanted to smile back, but he just looked away, remembering the events of that morning.
He grabbed his coat from the closet and buttoned it up, wrapping a scarf around his neck as well. It was supposed to be frigid that morning. He had just grabbed his car keys when his phone buzzed in his pocket.
"Hello?" he answered, gasping slightly as he open the front door. It felt like it was -200 degrees.
"Scotty, hiiiii!" a slightly familiar voice answered.
"Who...who is this? How did you get this number?"
The stranger ignored him. "Scott, I miss you babyyy. How've you been since we broke uppp? Sorry about that, by the way."
Scott froze-well, not quite literally-as he recognized the caller. It wasn't a stranger at all. It was quite the opposite.
"Alex?"
"That's right, hun! I can't believe you didn't remember me."
"Alex, are you drunk? Or high? I don't want to talk to you either way. I'm late for something."
"Baby, I'm completely sober, and clean. I promise!! Why don't you want to talk to me?? Watcha late for?"
He sighed. He'd forgotten how annoying and nosy his ex could be.
"I...well, I've met someone else. I am going on a date." A little white lie never hurt anyone.
"Oooo, Scotty, you met someone? I'm so happy for you!! Except, you know, I'm not. But I bet he's veery cute!! Well, now, don't let me keep you!! Go out and have fun, and then ruin another relationship! Whee!"
"Shut up, Alex." He hung up, shoved his phone in his pocket, and shuffled his way to his car as fast as he could without tripping on the ice.
"Don't you worry," he muttered as he stepped inside his freezing car, "I won't mess this one up."
He ignored the next four pings from his phone. If it was Alex texting him, he wouldn't be bothered to answer.
He glanced at his clock as he pulled up to the boring beige building. It read 2:30.
"It could be worse, I suppose," he muttered.
His phone pinged again. He ignored it and stepped inside, walking right up to the front desk.
"Welcome back, Scott," the woman at the desk said cheerfully. He hadn't bothered to learn her name. "Same session?"
"Of course."
"I'm afraid you're going to have to wait for about ten minutes. We can't let guests in until then." She didn't look sorry at all.
"Why? Mitch is probably bored out of his mind in there, plus I told him I'd be there at 2!"
"I'm sorry, darling, but those are the rules. It's only ten minutes."
"But I'm already half an hour late." He glared at her before going to sit in the waiting room.
His phone pinged again, but he didn't bother checking it. Suddenly, Mitch was at his side, poking his arm. Kirstin hovered above him. "Scott?"
"Scottyy?? Snap out of it?"
Scott was back in the office, and realized that he'd been zoning out for the entire hour.
"Um, oh, hi, yeah, sorry, I must've...um, spaced out or something?? I guess?"
"Yeah, you did. Are you okay?" Scott glanced over at his newer friend, who was just looking at him with concerned eyes.
"I...yeah. Sure. I'm fine." He looked back up at Kirstin, who just shook her head and said, "Okay, then."
"I'm a bit of a mess today, aren't I?" he muttered to Mitch as Kirstie walked back to her desk. The brunette grinned and nodded.
"Hey, whaddya say we both go to my house after Kirst is done doing whatever she's doing? I didn't get my chance to see you earlier. Would that be okay?"
Mitch's brown eyes got a little bit wider, and he just stared at Scott.
"I mean, we don't have to-" he was cut off from his rambling by the smaller boy leaning over to hug him.
Scott hesitated before reciprocating the hug. "Oh. Okay." After just a moment, Mitch pulled away shyly and looked at his lap.
"Oh, um, it's alright, I don't mind, I was just surprised...Have you never really had a friend before?"
Mitch looked at him, then pointed at Kirstin.
"Well, she doesn't count, as she's, like, always busy. Anyone else?"
Mitch thought a moment, then shook his head.
"Ah. Well, that kinda sucks." Mitch shrugged, and Kirstin walked back over to them, handing Mitch some papers.
"Here you are! Would you mind going back out into the waiting room to fill those out? I wanna talk to Scotty for a moment." Mitch shook his head, smiled at both of them, and headed out of the room.
"Scott, are you really alright?" Kirstin asked as soon as Mitch had left, looking very concerned.
"Alex called me this morning," he replied. "So I guess I'm not sure. But I'll be fine tomorrow."
"What did he say?"
"He just...he said he wanted to know how I was doing...but I don't really know what he wanted, since I told him I was...um...going on a date?"
"Scott!"
"Kirst, I really don't care if I was lying to him, okay? He's probably drunk all the time like he used to be, and anyway, I still don't know how I feel about Mitch, so it should be okay that I told him that!"
"You know that if he talks to me about it tomorrow, I have to tell him the truth, Scotty."
Scott sighed. "I hate that he still comes here."
"Honestly? I do too. I know how badly he hurt you. But I can't just kick him out."
"Maybe you could-" Scott stopped as Mitch knocked on the door frame.
"Come in, Mitchell!" Kirstin painted a smile back on her face. Scott stayed silent as Mitch handed her the papers that were now filled out, and watched as they said their goodbyes.
Mitch walked over towards Scott just as he was wrapping up his scarf, and looked at him questioningly.
"You can still come over, silly," he said, smiling kindly at him. Mitch smiled back and grabbed his coat, standing by the door as Scott walked over to hug Kirstin goodbye.
"Can I call you later?" he whispered.
"Always," she said. "Bye guys!" she added in her normal voice as Scott pulled away. "Have a great rest of your day!"
"You too, Kirst," Scott called. Mitch just waved.
"Now, where did you park?" Scott asked as they stepped outside and immediately began shivering. Mitch shook his head and pointed down the sidewalk.
"You walked here?" Scott said. Mitch nodded sadly.
"That's ridiculous! Well, you definitely aren't walking to my house, or back here either. I'll pick you up everyday, if you'd like."
Mitch nodded, a little disbelieving. Please, he mouthed.
"You'll have to show me where your house is later, of course, but we can do that on the way there. For now, let's just get you to my house so we don't stand here freezing." Mitch smiled, and Scott led the way to his car.
"You know," he said as they backed out of the space, "I never really had friends either. I grew up being with Kirstin like all the time, but that's it. She's the only one who's ever treated me like a friend."
The blonde felt Mitch take his hand, and glanced down at him before looking back at the road. But now I have you, he thought. There wasn't need for the words to spoken. They both understood each others silence.
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I hope you liked this chapter, its a bit filler-ish feeling, but idk, I liked writing it, and it does advance the plot. Its probably more boring than anything.
Also, the italicized part in the middle was the flashback to earlier, if you hadn't gotten that. So yeah. hopefully this isn't complete trash. byeee ^-^