Not gonna lie, I don't remember if I edited this and I don't feel like doing it. Editing is the bane of my existence, so here ya go anyways. Sorry if it wasn't done lmao.

It was December 20th when Scott woke up to the sound of his phone ringing beside him. He turned over and covered his face with a pillow until it stopped ringing. He let out a relieved sigh and planned on going back to sleep, when the phone started ringing loudly again. He groaned, whoever was calling him during break this early in the morning was going to be receiving a giant 'fuck you' once he picked up.

He changed his mind though when he grabbed the phone and saw the name, a big smile forming on his face.

"Hi babe," Scott answered with a groggy voice.

He heard the other person laugh. "Were you still asleep?"

"Yeah. Why are you calling so early?"

"It's like... noon there!"

Scott frowned and looked at the clock on his night stand. 11:50am. "Shit," he groaned. "Well, I'm on break so I've got nothing better to do than lay in bed all day until you come home anyways. Only 3 more days!" He exclaimed.

"Yeah... we need to talk about that. I have some not so great news."

Scott frowned again and sat up straight in the bed. "What do you mean 'not so great news'?"

"Um... I won't be able to make it home for Christmas, Scott. I'm so sorry," the voice came weak, as if the person was afraid of how Scott would react.

He didn't say anything for a minute.

"Scotty? Are you still there?"

"Yeah...yeah. Why?"

"I have to do the show, there's no other performers who can replace me. I told my manager I wanted to go home, but he said I signed a contract and lots of legal stuff...I'm so sorry, Scott. I wanted to come home so badly." The voice was softening more and more as he kept talking.

Scott sighed. "It's alright," he replied, more to himself. "You'll still be home for New Year's, right?"

"I hope so, yeah."

"Alright, then just one more week. Ten days. We can wait ten more days, right Mitch?"

Mitch sighed on the other side of the line. "I guess we can. Just one more thing."

"What is it?"

"Don't stay in the house all day until I come home, okay? And I really hope you already put up the Christmas tree and decorated the apartment. You did, right?"

"Uh... yeah. Yeah it's all done."

"You're a liar! You didn't do it. I want you to get your cute ass out of bed and do it now!"

Scott sighed. "But what's the point? You're not even here."

"Scott," Mitch's voice sounded serious. "Go do it."

"Alright, alright. Don't get bossy," Scott laughed as he started to get out of bed.

"Good," he said, and Scott could almost see him smiling through the phone. "Now, I need you to be home every day at 9pm starting today until Christmas day. Can you do that?"

"I don't think I have any plans to be anywhere else. Why though?"

"You'll see," Mitch said, and Scott could definitely tell he was smirking. "I gotta go, Scott. I'll see you soon, okay? I love you."

"Alright. I love you too, Mitchy," he answered and then the line was dead.

Scott fell back on the bed and let out a deep sigh.

Mitch has been in New York for almost 4 months now. He was an up and coming Broadway actor and he'd been performing as Lola in Kinky Boots. They've been together for a couple years now and Scott really couldn't be happier for his boyfriend when Mitch told him he was going to New York to pursue his dreams. He just didn't think it would be this difficult. Sometimes it was almost unbearable, how he missed him, how he wished he could buy a plane ticket and be there with Mitch. But he was always told not to waste his money, and truth be told, Scott didn't have that much money since he was still in college. That was how the boys met. They started out as partners on a project in class and it slowly turned into something more, and, well here they are.

After finally getting out of bed, he took a warm shower and then had some breakfast before calling Avi to come over and help him decorate, like Mitch told him too. Plus, he could use some company.

Avi was there with him for lunch and then they spent the rest of the afternoon putting up his Christmas tree and decorating everything. Scott told him how Mitch had called in the morning to tell him he couldn't be home for Christmas. Avi just sighed and patted him on the back, murmuring a soft 'sorry bro' and kept doing whatever they were doing. By the time it was almost night, the apartment was covered in Christmas.

He couldn't stay with Scott for dinner, so he ended up having some takeout since he really didn't feel like cooking. Not that he ever really did, but today more so than less. Mitch's news had made him sad and affected his whole mood today.

After dinner he sat on the couch with a blanket wrapped around him and surfed through the channels, ending on some Christmas movie with a love story as the main plot.

He didn't even notice when he fell asleep until he was woken up by knocking on the door. Scott was confused at first, but then remembered what Mitch had asked of him. He rubbed his eyes for a second and stood up, unwrapping his body and going to the door.

When he opened the door, no one was there. He looked left and right, no one. He looked down to find a bouquet of flowers and a Christmas tree shaped chocolate box. He lifted them from the floor and took them inside, noticing a card hanging from the bouquet.

'I'm so sorry I'm not there. I miss you and love you so much. xMitch'

The message was written in Mitch's neat handwriting and Scott was confused as to how the flower shop would've gotten a card in his handwriting delivered to him. Oh well.

Scott took his phone out and called Mitch. It rang 3 times before he answered.

"Scott?"

"Do you think I'm a girl or something?" Scott asked, trying to have a serious voice.

"I... you didn't like it? I'm sorry, I thought you would and-"

"Mitchy, I loved it," Scott cut him off. "I was just joking."

"Scott! That was mean." Mitch whined and Scott just laughed.

"Are you sending me something every night?"

"I don't know. It's a surprise."

"Noooo, you know I hate surprises. Tell me?"

"Not uh."

"Please tell me?"

"No, Scott. I'm not telling you," Mitch laughed. "But hopefully you'll like tomorrow's."

"I'm sure I will-" he stopped talking when he heard someone calling Mitch's name on the other side of the line. "You gotta go?" He sighed.

"I'm sorry," Mitch mumbled. "We'll talk tomorrow, Okay? Call me after you get the present."

"Why do you get to send me things and I don't?" The blonde pouted even though he couldn't be seen.

"Scott, I can feel you pouting through the phone," Mitch said and Scott laughed, he knew him too well. "And it's because I'm the one who can't be there for Christmas, so I'm trying to make it up to you."

"You don't have to," Scott told him softly.

"I know, but I want to," Mitch said and someone was yelling at him again. "I gotta go. I love you."

"Love you too. 9 days!"

When they hung up, Scott went to put the flowers in a vase and put it on the coffee table in the living room where he'd see them. That night he went to bed with a smile on his face. Mitch was the cutest.

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The day after was spent pretty much the same as the day before, but instead of decorating, he went grocery shopping because he was running out of everything edible. During the afternoon he got some paperwork done for his next semester even though he was on break. He was trying to find anything to do to take his mind off of tonight.

This time he didn't fall asleep, so he was basically bouncing around the apartment until 9 when he heard the knocking on his door. He ran to open it, only to find a cd on the floor. He frowned and went back inside, cd in hand.

He put it right into his laptop and opened the single track on it. Mitch's voice ringing through the speakers.

"So, uhm...I'm not sure how this is going to sound, but I wanted you to listen to it before anyone else does. I've been working on this song for a while now and uhm, yeah. I hope you like it."

Mitch's voice sounded nervous, just like every time he sang to Scott. The older boy never knew why. He loved Mitch's voice, and he loved it even more when he sang directly to him.

He heard Mitch clear his throat before some simple chords on the piano started up. Scott could imagine him sitting in his hotel room, recording it to send to Scott and saying, 'no,no,no, this sounds terrible, I hate it,' to himself. He smiled just as the voice started singing.

'You, you light up in the dark, You're the glowing and priceless work of art...'

Mitch's voice was so beautiful. He always sounded so confident when he spoke, but when he was singing, he sounded so small and fragile, like an angel.

'Don't you forget, that nothing else can matter cause you know where I belong..."

Scott wasn't sure if the song was about him, or more about the relationship they had, being apart for so long. He knew he sometimes had a hard time seeing Mitch with all of his new guy friends in New York. He had even more of a hard time just not having Mitch here with him. HE missed holding him in his arms, missed his voice, his eyes, his touch. He missed him in general and it was fucking difficult to deal with that.

He had completely lost himself in the song and he didn't even realize until the piano slowly faded out and he heard some shuffling around before he heard Mitch's voice again.

'I was supposed to edit that, but then I remembered you always said that you liked my voice better when it was just raw and unedited...so I hope you liked that because now I'm just too lazy to edit.' Scott heard a soft giggle and then silence. He thought the track was over but then he heard the soft voice, more like an exhaled breath, 'I miss you so much, Scotty. I love you.'

And just like that, the track was over.

He took his phone in his hand and dialed Mitch's number at the speed of light. It wasn't until Mitch answered that he realized he was crying and that a lump had formed in his throat.

"Scott?" Mitch answered his phone but got no response. Scott wanted to talk, he really did, but he couldn't seem to, he was too emotional. "Scott, you there?" he asked again.

"I'm...I'm here," he said, his voice hoarse.

"What happened to your voice? Are you crying?" Mitch's voice sounded worried.

Scott let out a breathy laugh. "Apparently. I didn't even notice until now."

"Why were you crying?"

"Hopefully you'll like tomorrow's present," Scott mimicked Mitch's voice. "You little shit."

Mitch then laughed, and oh how Scott had missed that laugh. "I take it that you liked it?"

"Like it? That's the understatement of the year, Mitchy. I completely adore it. I'm gonna put it on my phone and listen to it until I fall asleep. It's beautiful, the song, the lyrics, your voice. Mitchy, I-" He cut himself off with a sob. "Come home. I miss you."

Now it was Mitch's turn to deal with a lump in his throat. "Just a couple more days, babe. I promise. Please don't do this," his voice getting softer.

"Sorry," Scott said and he cleared his throat and took a deep breath. "Sorry. Thanks you for this, it's amazing."

"I'm glad you liked it."

There was a moment of silence before Scott spoke up. "Can I ask you for something?"

"Of course, whatever you want, honey."

"I'm going to bed, can you just...can you just sing to me? Or talk to me until I fall asleep?" Scott whispered out, blushing even though Mitch couldn't see him.

"Absolutely."

Scott told him to wait a second while he got out of his clothes and got in bed. Mitch had opted for talking to him, knowing that his voice seemed to be soothy for Scott. He told him about his day, about people coming to see his show, the fans he's met and how amazing they were. Scott had made some comments at the beginning, but then his comments got shorter every time he spoke, and his voice getting softer until Mitch was the only one left talking and he could hear the soft snores on the other side of the line.

"Sweet dreams, baby. I love you," Mitch whispered before hanging up.

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The next day when Scott woke up, all tangled in between the sheets, his phone sitting next to his pillow, he cursed at himself for falling asleep so quickly and not listening to Mitch's voice longer. Then he remembered yesterday's gift and a smile crept onto his face. He grabbed his laptop and carried it to the bed, put on his headphones and listened to it for at least half an hour, or maybe it was an hour.

He spent the day going Christmas shopping. Every place in Dallas was completely crowded and some people looked like they were around to kill others over some items. Scott mentally yelled at himself for leaving his Christmas shopping to do so last minute.

Scott got home around dinner time, so he made some soup because it was fucking cold out. After dinner he decided to lay in bed and read...except that lasted 3 pages and he was bored. So he spent his time daydreaming about how life would be with Mitch in the future. What would happen if Mitch made it big and they moved permanently to New York, just... everything.

He was brought back to reality when he heard the knocking on his door. He quickly walked to the door, wondering who was putting the presents here because he never sees anyone around. He was surprised to see just a small piece of folded paper lying on the floor in front of him. It had a tv channel, the name of a program, and an hour written on it. A 'Just watch it! xMitch' He looked at it, confused, walking back inside to call his boyfriend.

After calling him 2 times, Mitch answered and he sounded like he was in a hurry. "Scott? I'm kind of in the middle of something here. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just wanted to ask what the paper was about."

"Oh. Well just wait and see. Watch it okay?" Mitch said and Scott could hear the smile in his voice. "I've gotta go. I love youuuuu," Mitch sang and then the line was dead before Scott could even respond.

He went to bed after setting his alarm to go off right before the time he was given on the note. He was usually up by that time, but set it anyways just in case.

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When he woke the next morning, it was 10am, which gave him time to have a shower and some breakfast before whatever it was he was supposed to watch. After, he made coffee and sat down on the couch, turning the TV on.

At exactly 11:10, Mitch's face was on the screen. Scott furrowed his eyebrows, trying to remember if Mitch had told him he had another interview. He always watched them and didn't know he had one today.

"So, here we are with the new, upcoming, broadway actor, Mitch Grassi!" The interviewer exclaimed and the camera focused on Mitch, sitting on a red couch, smiling and waving at the audience while everyone cheered and clapped. "I've been informed that we don't have a lot of time, so I'll try to make these questions every's been asking quick, is that alright?" She asked him with a smile.

"Of course," he nodded and smiled too. Scott sighed, he missed that smile.

"So tell us about how you got to where you are now. Was this always a dream for you or did it just happen and now you're here?"

"It was kind of both, ya know? I've always dreamed about singing and acting, making it a career. Coming from Texas I just kind of thought it was impossible. Like, how would I ever get out of there and get my name out to people?" Mitch said, gesticulating with his hands. "But i didn't give up, I just went and played the keyboard  in small cafe's while studying, because I still had a normal life then. Not that I don't know, but you get what I mean. Then one day a man came up to me and gave me a card, told me to call him if I was ever interested of making what he saw there into a career. So now here we are."

"It was hard, right? I mean, it still is I'm sure. New York is far from Texas."

"Yeah, yeah it definitely is. I miss my family and friends a lot. It was kind of hectic at first, and I was so lost. I didn't really know what I was getting myself into back then, but it all came together in the end I think," he laughed.

Scott was watching the interview intensely, and as much as he loved seeing Mitch's face, he still didn't understand why he was asked to watch this.

"So is there someone special in your life? Someone you miss even more than your family and friends?" The interviewer asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

Scott felt his heart rate increase. Interviewers mostly asked about his career, not so much personal life since he was just up and coming. Mitch wasn't going to... he wasn't going to talk about him, right? He wasn't allowed to.

"Yeah.. actually. There is someone," Mitch smiled fondly.

"Oh? And who's the lucky person?"

"He's amazing," Mitch said with a shy smile and blushed cheeks. Then the crowd erupted in cheers and his smile grew even bigger, showing the dimples that Scott loved so much.

"Well, tell us about him!"

"I don't know...What do you want to know?"

"Have you been together long?"

"Yes, actually. A couple of years. I'm surprised at how good he's been at dealing with me being away for such a long time. I haven't seen him since before I left," Mitch said with a sad smile.

Scott sat there completely still, staring in disbelief. Not that their relationship was obviously news to anyone he knew, but it was news for the media and fans. He hoped they wouldn't have to deal with any date.

"Oh, you must miss him a lot. But you still talk everyday, right? Do stuff to keep things interesting and heated between the two of you?" The lady interviewer spoke with a wink and a smug smile.

Mitch laughed and blushed harder. "I'm not commenting on that, but we do talk everyday. It feels like our days aren't really complete if we don't," he said and the crowd collectively went 'aww.'

"So, why the sudden need to talk about your relationship now?" The interviewer asked, a little more serious.

"Well...we've always wanted to tell the world and be more open about our relationship. I don't want to lie to fans. I don't talk about my private life, because it's mine and also because I wasn't allowed to. But after insisting my manager to let me do it and that it's not going to hurt my career, he let me do it. So I decided to do it near Christmas as one of the many presents I'm giving him."

"Oh, you're giving him lots of gifts? That's so cute."

"Yeah. I won't be able to make it home for Christmas this year. It's the first one we'll be spending apart since we got together, so I wanted to make it up to him."

"That's really sweet, he's very lucky. You're so charming, let me tell you," she laughed.

Scott was now completely surprised at how open Mitch was being and that his manager let him talk about all of this. It was by far the best present. Only Mitch knew how much he wanted to be able to have the world know he was Scott's, to have and to hold, to protect and to love.

"Can you give us a name?"

"Well, I don't want to expose him that much just yet, but his name starts with an S."

"Okay, I'll take it. Does S know you're here? Is he watching?"

"I told him to, so I hope so. Otherwise if he's missing this he's in trouble," Mitch laughed.

"Well, our time is up. Thank you so much for coming on, Mitch, and I really wish you and S the best. Your career too, of course," she smiled and shook his hand.

"Thank you too," he smiled back and then the interviewer started talking about a different topic before a commercial break.

Scott just stayed right in his spot on the couch. This was the last thing he expected from Mitch. He knew that according to his manager, for the sake of his career, they had to keep quiet on the media front about their relationship, and he got to be okay with that, for the most part. Those were the most thrilling 10 minutes of his life. He didn't know how much time he spent there consumed by his thoughts before his phone started ringing.

"Hey, Mitch."

"Hi. Did you see the interview?"

"I did. It was amazing, baby. I can't believe you actually did it."

"Thanks, Scotty. I did it for you."

"No," Scott stated. "You didn't do it just for me, you did it for us. You knew how important is was for both of us to let everyone know how we felt towards each other...I'm just surprised and so so happy."

"I love you," was all Mitch answered with.

"I love you too. Really it's-" Scott started, but he stopped talking because he could hear so much noise coming from the other side of the line. "Mitch? Are you still there?"

"Yeah, I'm here," he replied, almost yelling, making Scott laugh. "I'm going outside of the studio and there's a lot of people," he added.

Scott was about to talk when he heard people screaming, 'We're so happy for you, Mitch!', 'Tell S we love him  too!', and he couldn't help but smile.

"Can you hear them, Scotty?" Mitch asked.

"Yeah, I can hear them. This is so amazing!"

"I know!" Mitch yelled on the phone and then there was a silence and a sigh. "I'm inside the car now and I'm waving at the people. I can't believe they're all here for me, it's so surreal. They'll know you soon too. I mean, if you want to."

"Hmm, I don't know," Scott's voice serious. "I knows of like the idea of still being Mitch Grassi's dirty little secret," he said playfully.

Mitch laughed. "You're terrible, I swear. But okay, if you don't want to, then we don't have to."

"I was kidding Mitchy, of course I want to. I want to be by your side every step of the way, and if that means dealing with tons of people, then bring it on."

Scott could almost see Mitch smiling on the other side. "You're great, thank you, Scotty."

"Anything for my baby. Now, I need to go wrap some presents, okay? We'll talk later. I love you!"

"See you soon, love you too."

Scott hung up and now he was sure, more than ever, that he had chosen the perfect present for Mitch.

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That night, exactly at 9, he heard the knocking, and when he opened the door, he was faced with two bags. He took them inside and went to his room, taking out the items and putting them on his bed.

Clothes. Not just any clothes either, expensive, name brand clothes. Shoes too.

He found a little note at the bottom of one of the bags. 'Wear these tomorrow and be ready by 6pm. Love you! xMitch' Weird.

Scott tried to call Mitch to ask him what the hell was going on, but he wasn't answering. Ten minutes later he got a test from him, 'I can't really talk right now, sorry honey! Hope you liked your present. Be ready! ;)'

He responded back with, 'I don't know what you're planning, but I'm always ready Grassi ;) Love you!' before heading off to bed.

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It was now Christmas Eve. Scott woke up and let out a sigh. This was the first year he'd be spending the holidays alone. Or not. He remembered Mitch's present yesterday and the note. He wasn't sure what was going to happen, but he had a feeling that it was going to be good.

During the day he could barely eat because of his anxiety, let alone stay still. He paced around the apartment all day. He tried watching TV, a movie, reading a book, taking a nap, anything he could think of, but the excitement was getting the best of him.

Around 4:30, he decided taking a long shower might help. Needless to say, it didn't work. Once out of the shower, he dried himself off and looked in the mirror, deciding he should shave. Or not. He brushed his teeth and style his hair a little, then went to the bedroom to put on the clothes Mitch had sent him. They were simple, but classy; black skinny jeans, a white button up shirt with a black jacket and shiny  black shoes.

He looked at himself in the mirror again. Should he wear the shirt all buttoned up? It looked classier that way... or should he just leave the top buttons open? That way looked sexier. Why couldn't Mitch just tell him what was happening instead of these surprises. He really did hate them. Eventually he just decided on leaving it button up because there was knocking on the door again and he didn't have time.

When he opened the door, once again, he was faced with a folded note. There was an address in Mitch's handwriting along with, 'Go there and tell the security guy your name. He'll let you know what to do from there. Love you xMitch.'

So he grabbed his keys and walked out the door. He was almost out of the building when he decided last minute that maybe he should bring Mitch's gift with him. It tucked away easily in his pocket for safe keeping.

He took a cab to the address that was written on the paper. It was about twenty minutes away from where he lived, and when the driver told him he was here, he looked outside and and back to the paper just to make sure. A hotel? Scott handed the money to the driver and got outside the car, walking to the front door. It looked really fancy from what he could see from the outside; weak and soft lights, purple couches with dark would and shiny gold.

The security guard stopped him when he got to the door. "Name?"

"Uh, Scott Hoying," He told him.

The man smiled a little at him, something that kind of terrified Scott, but the smile was gone as he quickly opened the door for him. "Take the elevator and go to the top floor.It's the door at the end of the hall."

Scott nodded and muttered a 'thank you' before going inside. He was too focused to look around or pay attention to anything except the elevator that was across the lobby. He pressed the button and waited the longest minute of his life, before he got on. The building at 20 floors, so he pressed the '20' button and felt his heart rate pick up. He wasn't sure exactly what he would be faced with, but he was anxious and excited. The past few days have been filled with pleasant surprises and he was sure this would beat them all.

When the door opened, he was faced with a long hallway in front of him, dim lights on the walls leading down to the door he couldn't look away from. He took a step, and then another, and another, and let his feet guide him until he was standing in front of the door. Scott took a deep breath, put his hand on the handle and slowly opened the door.

He was faced with a room that had all the lights out, except for candles that were settled on the nightstands and the table that was set for dinner. There was no wall, but instead a large glass window from where you can look out and see the whole city. It was beautiful at night. He walked until he was standing in front of it and looked down. Dallas looked amazing from up here and it just started flurrying, making it even more beautiful.

"Miss me?" Someone whispered in Scott's ear while a pair of arms wrapped around him. He jumped, unaware of anyone's presence, but in a split second he recognized that voice and the body that fit so perfectly with his. He knew it was a good idea to bring Mitch's gift.

"Like you wouldn't believe," Scott breathed out, turning around to place a chaste kiss on Mitch's lips and to wrap his arms around the boy he loved more than anything. "What are you doing here?" Scott didn't even give him a chance to respond before he kissed Mitch again. He just missed him so much.

"Let's have dinner first, okay? I want everything to be perfect."

"You could've just come home empty handed and it would have been perfect anyways." Scott squeezed him tighter.

Mitch rolled his eyes and pulled back, grabbing Scott's hand and leading them to the table. Scott wasn't sure how the food magically got there, but with this kind of elaborate meal, he wasn't complaining. At first, they both just at in silence, stealing glancecs at each other.

"This is stupid. We haven't seen each other for months and we're not even talking." Scott stated and Mitch just laughed.

"You're right. I wanted to talk to you about New York. I don't know how long I'll be doing this show, or when I'll be in another. I've been thinking a lot about how I want to bring you with me. I know you only have 1 semester left, but after that. Then we wouldn't have to miss each other so much and I know you'll love it out there."

"I'd like that. I think we can arrange something in the future." Scott smiled, and just like that, Mitch started talking about all the places he went to while living there and all the things he wanted to show Scott when he moved up there. He talked about all the people he's met and how amazing his fans were.

"So did you like all of your presents?"

"Absolutely. I love all of them." Scott smiles at him.

After they finished eating, they moved to the couch where they were more comfortable. Scott then looked at Mitch properly, observing how his hair is a big longer, the new jacket he's wearing, and maybe just how tight his pants are too. "You look good," he told Mitch.

"Why thank you, Scotty. You look amazing too, but," he said and moved his hands to unbutton the top two buttons of Scott's shirt, "now it looks better. Makes you look sexier this way," he smiled, and Scott kissed him.

Most of the time on that couch was actually spent kissing, some short conversation thrown in there randomly, but mostly just the kissing. They had a lot to catch up on.

It was 8:55pm when Mitch stood up from the couch and grabbed Scott's hand, walking across the room to the big window again.

"Looks beautiful, doesn't it?" Mitch asked, as they both looked at the streets of Dallas lit up by city lights.

"It does. Thank you for bringing me here," he whispered. He was about to speak again but Mitch was faster.

"There's another reason why I brought you here," Mitch told him and blushed. He seemed nervous.

"Yeah? What is it?" Scott asked, and then Mitch got down on one knee and took out a small box and opened it. Scott's eyes went wide and his mouth opened as to say something, but he couldn't really find the words. He could still see it in his eyes how nervous Mitch was.

"Scott, I-"

"No, no, no! You're ruining it!" Scott exclaimed in defeat and Mitch's face suddenly dropped to one of confusion and sadness.

"W-what?" he asked, and Scott could see his eyes glistening up.

"Oh my god, no I don't mean it like that!" Scott tried to fix what he had just said. He then went on one knee himself and took the small velvet box out of his jacket that he had put there earlier and opened it. Now it was MItch's turn to be speechless.

They stayed down on the ground like that for a minute until Mitch spoke up. "We're so stupid," He laughed, Scott following him. Scott shook his head and stood up, offering his hand to Mitch, who took it and then they were both standing in front of each other.

"I should've known we'd have the same idea," Scott smiled.

"Perfect timing," Mitch said, wrapping his arms around Scott's neck and kissing him deeply.

Scott was the first to speak when they pulled away. He lifted the small box again and opened in front of Mitch who was smiling so wide, his eyes shining as bright as ever under the weak moonlight and the city lights shining through the window. "Would you please make me the happiest man in the world and marry me, Mitch?" He asked softly, looking straight into Mitch's eyes.

"Only if you agree to marry me," Mitch giggled, opening his little box.

"Of course I will," Scott answered quietly, as if other people were in the room and they were telling a secret between the two of them. He pressed his lips to Mitch's, who eagerly kissed him back immediately.

Scott then took MItch's left hand and slid the ring on his ring finger, Mitch then doing the same for him. They stared at their hands with bright smiles.

"Wait, don't move your hand," Mitch said as he took his phone out of his pocket, taking a picture of their hands together.

"What are you doing?" Scott asked.

"Letting the world know that I am now engaged to the most amazing guy ever," he smiled as he typed.

'We're so dumb. I proposed. He proposed. Now we're engaged!' Mitch tweeted with the picture of their hands.

"Now that we're done with the romantic part of this, I think we should go celebrate," Scott said, in a low, seductive voice and wrapped his arms around Mitch's waist while Mitch pulled him closer by wrapping his arms around Scott's neck. "Don't you think?" He finished saying.

"Hmm, That sounds like quite an offer," Mitch replied and kissed him.

"Shall we?" Scott asked then, and led Mitch through a door to the bedroom.

And after that, the rest was history.