Maybe Scott woke up in a bad mood this morning.
He just wanted to get some more sleep, but he couldn't. He was on tour. He hadn't been getting enough sleep for a long time.
So, when Mitch tried to take Scott to Chick Fil A for the first time, Scott wasn't feeling it.
Maybe Scott started yelling.
"Scott, this stuff is heaven on earth. I swear. Besides, we're in the east. We don't have very many Chick Fil A's in LA."
"Mitch, I'm really not feeling well today."
"Oh come on Scott, you'll thank me later."
"I said I don't want to!" Scott yelled, louder than expected.
He felt like he should apologize, but he just couldn't get the words out.
"Fine, someone's bitchy." Mitch muttered, rolling his eyes.
Maybe it wasn't just that Scott was tired.
Scott watched as Travis snuck up behind Mitch, Mitch being clueless.
Ever since they got back together, Scott lost that sparkle in his eyes. Nobody know why though, because it would just be too weird to have feelings for your best friend.
Travis wrapped his arms around Mitch's waist, a confused look painted on Mitch's face before he turned around.
"Babe!"
He took Travis' face in his hands and kissed him passionately, and a small part of Scott wondered what it would be like if that was him instead of Travis.
And for a second there, maybe Scott regained the sparkle in his eyes.
One night, Scott came home to an empty hotel room. Mitch had left one of his shirts on Scott's bed, but Scott wanted to sleep more than anything.
When he rolled over onto the shirt and took in Mitch's scent, he knew he was in love with Mitch.
He wished that Mitch was in his arms right then.
Maybe Scott was in love with Mitch.
And maybe that was okay.
On the last day of tour, Pentatonix went out to a party to celebrate.
A surprise party.
Esther had gotten the gang to the venue, and all of their friends were there.
They were all overtired, so when Mitch saw the surprise, he laughed so hard he cried.
The tears were streaming down his face, his hand covering his mouth.
Scott couldn't help but blush when he saw Mitch so happy.
But when they got drunk and they kissed that night, they both felt sparks.
Maybe Mitch told Travis about the kiss.
And maybe Travis didn't take it well.
Travis slapped Mitch across the face, leaving a red mark on his cheek.
"Why did you let that happen?!"
"I was fucking drunk, Travis!" Mitch cried. "I don't even know why it happened."
But I do know that I liked it. Mitch thought.
"Get out." Travis demanded.
"At least let me get my-"
"GET OUT." Travis' voice shook the room.
Mitch grabbed his bag and left before breaking into sobs outside of the apartment building.
"Hey." Scott sat beside him.
"What are you doing here?" Mitch whispered, wiping the tears from under his eyes.
"I live in this building." Scott chuckled.
He wrapped his arm around Mitch, and Mitch rested his head on Scott's shoulder, burying his face in his hands.
"I hate him." Mitch said.
"I know, Mitchie, I know."
"Scott?"
"Mitch?"
"Did you feel-sparks when we kissed?" Mitch looked at Scott, face to face.
"Did you?" Scott rebutted.
"I think I did." Mitch looked down, smiling.
Scott touched Mitch's chin, and Mitch looked up at him.
They both leaned in, closing the gap between them. It seemed like magic was in the air. They kissed passionately, for what seemed like forever.
When they pulled apart, the sparkle was back in Scott's eyes.
"Yeah, definitely sparks." Scott laughed. "I love you, Mitch. When you got together with Travis again I couldn't handle it. I didn't know what to do and-"
"I love you too, I always knew it."
"Then why did you date Travis?"
"I thought I'd never have a chance with you. You're so irresistible. You could get any guy you want."
Mitch kissed him again, this time shorter than the first kiss.
"It's cold out here."
"You can stay at my place." Scott whispered. "Do you have your stuff?"
"No, Travis wouldn't let me."
Maybe Scott went to Travis' apartment.
And maybe Travis punched him in the face.
And kicked him in the stomach.
But hey, at least Scott got Mitch's stuff.
Maybe Mitch went on a walk.
And maybe it was dark out.
And maybe someone was driving drunk.
And maybe Scott got worried when he finally got back and Mitch wasn't back at the apartment.
Just maybe, he went to find him.
"Oh my god, Mitch," he turned his car off, running out of the car and running to his body. "Mitch, come on, babe," his voice cracked, a tear falling.
He took in a shaky breath before checking for Mitch's pulse.
No pulse.
He called an ambulance, but they could barely understand him because he was a fucking wreck on the phone with them.
"M-Mitch, stay with me, please." He lie down next to him, burying his face into his shirt. He wrapped his arms around him, refusing to let go.
When the paramedics arrived, they had to physically pry Scott from Mitch's body.
"I-I love him! Please save him-do anything..."
"He died on impact, Mr. Hoying. I'm very sorry."
IM SORRY I LOVE YOU