This one is ridiculous and I'm not a huge fan of it but here you go. It's a doozy.

Scott was having a terrible day.

A really terrible day.

So terrible, that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Scott was having the worst day of his life.

His bad day started with burnt toast and runny eggs. His alarm didn't go off and that was all that was left at the food table when he finally managed to get down there. His runny eggs didn't settle well with his stomach and he had to sit on a toilet for the next hour hoping that his insides would actually stay on the inside.

When that ordeal was over, he arrived to soundcheck late. His in ear monitor wasn't calibrated correctly and he spent the first hour of the concert singing horribly out of tune and the second half with his mic just turned down really low.

After the concert, he crawled into his bunk on the tour bus and never wanted to come out. When he finally emerged to join the others for something to eat, his face was pink and splotchy, but it obviously wasn't from crying.

It absolutely wasn't from crying for over an hour in his bunk alone.

And he absolutely, positively, didn't have a headache from all of the not crying he did in his bunk.

He sat down at the small table that was used as a kitchen table, game table, meeting spot, whatever it needed to be in the moment. He laid his head down on the table, using it for a bed today.

Mitch slid his arms around his friend and tried to give him a hug, but it felt more like he was suffocating Scott. He let out a soft mumble, "I can't breathe."

Mitch released Scott from the hug and ran his fingers through the blonde hair. He could see Scott's shoulders shaking and even though he was unable to see his friend's face, he was pretty sure he was crying.

He tried to approach the situation as delicately as possible, but, he was Mitch after all. "Guys, Scott's crying. Come do something."

Scott didn't look up, but he heard footsteps coming toward him. He tried to will the tears to go away, but it didn't work, so he just looked up at three concerned faces through his blurry eyes.

Kirstie was the first to speak up. "What's wrong?"

Scott took a deep breath. He was certain that 'I had a bad day so I'm crying' was the worst excuse ever, but at this point he was too sad and exhausted to care.

He sniffed. "I just...had a bad day. It feels like everything went wrong and I just-" More embarrassing tears clouded his vision, so he laid his head back down on the table, burying his face into his arms.

Kirstie nodded compassionately. "We've all been there sweetie. You just need to put it behind and carry on into tomorrow."

Scott's voice was muffled as he stayed face down on the table. "I don't want to carry on into tomorrow. It's not just a bad day. I've been having bad days for weeks now and they keep getting worse. I just want to lay here and disappear for a while."

Avi sat down on the other side of Scott. "You can't let this get you down. Why don't you play a song on your keyboard? That always cheers you up."

Scott looked up at Avi with fresh tears in his eyes. "My keyboard broke the other morning when I fell out of my bunk onto it."

Avi nodded slowly. "Well, what about writing a song? I know that after a hard day, writing it out helps."

"My laptop isn't working. I spilled coffee on it yesterday."

Mitch smiled. "I can help with that, just use mine."

Scott smiled for the first time in a while. The thought of a distraction from the string of bad days he was having brought a smile to his face and happiness into his heart. Although, that happiness ended almost immediately as the runny eggs from his disastrous morning gurgled uncomfortably in his stomach.

Not only did he have to ask the bus driver to pull over (because that would be largely inconsiderate to use their tour bathroom for that), but he has to take care of business outside, coupled with the pouring rain.

When he was positive the eggs were done torturing him, he let the rain wash over him. It wasn't as refreshing and cleansing like a nice, hot shower, mainly because he was fully clothed and it was freezing, but it would have to do. It was as if the metaphoric dark cloud that had been hanging over him took shape and rained down on him.

It might have been freezing, but he stayed there as long as he could. He collected himself and stepped onto the bus. Luckily everyone was in the back of the bus, so the only one who had to see his miserable self was the bus driver. He gave her a nod as his wet shoes squeaked while he walked back to his bunk. He pulled out clean clothes and changed into them, and he was about to slip into his bunk when something caught his eye.

Mitch's laptop was sitting on the table. It was open and the light streaming from the screen in the relatively dark bus drew him in. It was almost like an unspoken promise to offer some light to ward against the dark cloud that continued to hang over him.

Scott walked over to the laptop and sat down at the table. The computer sprang to life and he opened a blank document to start writing some of his bad days away. He sighed as he tried to write a few words, then deleted them, over and over again.

"I can't even do this right," he mumbled.

He closed the program, but the internet was still up and what Mitch was looking at was still on the screen. Scott squinted at the words in front of him.

Scott's fingers danced across the piano keys as he played a private concert for Mitch. Mitch's lips curved into a smile, revealing his heart along with his dimples. His voice was soft and melodic, pulling the strings of Scott's soul. "I love the way you play."

Scott went wide eyed and quickly shut the laptop with a resounding snap. He whispered to no one in particular, "The was fanfiction."

He cracked open the laptop again slowly, but was greeted by the sign in screen. He leaned back in his seat. It's not like this was his first time reading fanfiction, Superfruit did a whole episode on it. Even when the band first started, he was a curious teenage boy and wanted to read everything that was being written about him and his bandmates, which unfortunately brought some fanfiction to light, like him and Avi having secret 'entanglements.'

However, this story was very, very different.

He entered the password for the laptop in, and the story popped right back up. He blinked a few times trying to get his eyes adjusted to the screen again. He wasn't a curious teenage boy like he was back then, he was a man now, a man sitting in front of a computer reading fanfiction.

His voice was soft and melodic, pulling the strings of Scott's soul. "I love the way you play."

"I love the way you play too." the blonde hummed as his blue eyes focused on his muse.

"Play some more," Mitch pleaded, "I never want it to end."

Scott shook his head. "Nothing lasts forever. The sun sets every day Mitch."

"Not always," Mitch argued. "Not when my sun is you."

Mitch leaned forward, his lips trembled with nervous energy. He had never shared his feelings with Scott, choosing to keep his love a secret. He tossed aside all of his fears and put his hand gently on Scott's cheek.

His heart stopped when Scott pulled away, but his love was refreshed when he realized Scott was just moving the keyboard out of the way. Mitch leaned forward once again, physically closer into Scott's world, and kissed the older boy gently, but with purpose. The warmth radiated from Scott's lips and Mitch smiled against his musician.

"Not when my sun is you."

"What'cha lookin at?" Avi asked.

The screen was facing Scott, not Avi, but he still slammed the laptop shut.

Avi's expression shifted from confusion to a sly smirk. "I see. Well, that could definitely brighten a lousy day."

"I'm not watching porn with the sound off." Scott's voice cracked.

Avi's eyes squinted as he laughed. "I'm not judging, Scott. Just don't let anyone catch you. They'll never stop teasing you."

Scott whined. "I wasn't doing that, honest. I was doing something else."

"Tell you what," Avi started, "Why don't you come back and join our Mario tournament?"

Scott nodded as he opened the laptop again. "Yeah, okay. I'll be right there. Let me just close out of everything."

Avi turned to leave, but Scott called after him. "Hey Avi? Can you maybe... not tell Mitch I used his computer?"

Avi smiled in return. "Say no more, your secret is safe with me."

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Scott laid in his bunk staring at the ceiling. His hands were behind his head and he was stretched out, feet crossed at the ankles. This had always been his go to relaxation pose, but he was anything but relaxed right now.

The words of the fanfiction kept replaying in his head. He was a singer, so it wasn't unusual that he could memorize words quickly, that's what he does for a living. He had only read a paragraph anyways.

It's not like the words were burned into his memory and reciting them gave him chills every time.

It's not like that at all.

Scott turned on to his side and closed his eyes, but all he could see was Mitch watching him play the piano and trying to kiss him. He opened his eyes and rolled onto his back again. He put his hands over his face and sighed to himself. In some twisted way he thought that if he read the whole thing and got it out of his system, then it would be out of his head and he wouldn't have to worry about it anymore.

He reached for his phone and felt himself blushing already. He had remember the story's title and the website, so reading it again on his phone was a temptation he was finding harder and harder to resist. He opened it up and let his thumbs flit over his screen.

Unexpected Love is Lovely

He laughed as he typed. It sounded like such a Mitch thing.

The story popped up along with the author's username, Mitchiemoo.

The black letters against the glowing white background were enough to hypnotize Scott into reading the story. This time he started from the very beginning and practically held his breath until the end. His eyes settled on the last line.

...Not when my sun is you.

When he finally glanced at the bottom to see the author's notes, he wouldn't admit how excited he was when he saw that updates were planned weekly, every Tuesday. He quickly scrolled to the top of the page and saw that it said Chapter 1 and slapped a hand over his mouth, hoping no one heard his squeal. He had never been so excited that it was a Monday night before.

He finally closed his eyes and the long night felt like less than a minute before Mitch was shaking him awake.

Scott pulled his pillow over his head. "Le'me alone."

Mitch laughed. "It's time to get up. I'm here to make sure you get out on the right side of the bed. Although, there's only one side to get off of on the bunk so I guess that means there's only one right side of the bed-"

Kirstie moaned. "It's too early for all this. Just drag him out of bed so we can have breakfast."

Scott perked up at the mention of breakfast.  He enjoyed sleeping, but he enjoyed food even more. He climbed out of bed and joined everyone at the table.

Avi was serving up breakfast so Scott took a quick check to see if the story was updated. He didn't know what timezone Mitchiemoo lived in, so maybe it was posted already.

He let out a disappointed sigh when only chapter one greeted him. He laughed at his impatience. It's not like he could even read it if it was updated. A Scomiche love story isn't something you read around your bandmates.

Kevin plucked the phone from his hands. "No phones during breakfast."

Scott had a mini panic attack when Kevin snatched his phone, but he calmed down when it was tossed aside rather than looking at the screen. He looked down at his plate and smiled when he saw the waffles and bacon, his favorite.

"All you're missing is the eggs, Avi." Kirstie laughed.

Avi put the small pan in the sink. "I figured after yesterday Scott deserved his favorite breakfast, and that he probably doesn't want to see eggs for a while."

Scott nodded and smiled, "Thanks Avi."

He looked around the room and noticed that Mitch was missing. Scott looked at Kirstie and before he could ask, she answered for him. "Mitch is in the back on his laptop. He said he had to give a quick facetime call to his mom."

He couldn't help but wonder if Mitch was checking for an update as well. His cheeks tinted red at just the thought of Mitch reading that story too. It was pretty safe to say that Mitch at least knew the story existed. since it was on his laptop, but Scott wasn't brave enough to have a bonding moment with Mitch over it.

Scott continued to eat his 'feel better' breakfast and eventually Mitch emerged. He sat down next to Scott, and the breeze that was caused made Mitch's cologne waft over to Scott and his heart to skip a beat.

Mitch's voice is soft and cheerful, "Hey Scott."

Scott returned Mitch's greeting with a smile and tried to ignore the fact that his heart just skipped another beat. He patted his fist against his chest and cleared his throat. He argued against his body's reaction. It definitely wasn't because of Mitch, it was the breakfast, obviously.

He continued to convince himself that the breath that got stuck in his throat when Mitch's hand brushed his leg was from the waffle induced indigestion as well. He also blamed the cold shiver he felt when Mitch laughed on his cold glass of milk.

Avi's voice brought Scott back to reality. "Are you sure everything's okay Scott? You're really quiet this morning."

He responded with the biggest smile he could, "Everything's fine." He looked around and it was just him and Avi at the table. His break from reality must have made him miss everyone else leaving.

Avi tried to steal a piece of Scott's bacon. "You'd tell me if something was wrong, right?"

Scott pointed his fork at Avi's bacon stealing hand and moved his bacon away. He spoke cautiously, not sure if he should even bring the topic up. "There's a lot of stories written about us."

Avi frowned. "Is that was this is about? Did you read something bad about yourself online? I've warned Mitch about googling himself. That never ends well, the tabloids can be ruthless."

Scott bit his lip. "No, it's not that. I was thinking about um, other stories. The ones the fans make up."

Avi raised an eyebrow, "You mean fanfiction?"

Scott nodded. "Yeah, have you ever like, read any?"

It was Avi's turn to blush. "There's some pretty...intense stuff out there. Apparently the majority of the fandom thinks I'm skilled at things I'm not really skilled at."

He was losing his nerve to carry on with the conversation, so he tried to redirect it with a joke. "What do they think you're skilled at? Singing?"

Avi laughed as he stood and put his plate in the sink. "Very funny, but no. Let's just say I'm not as flexible as advertised. I've never been much of a pretzel."

Scott cringed as he tried to get that mental image out of his head. He wasn't about to waste one crumb of his breakfast so he sat at the table alone finishing his meal. He had just started to lick his plate clean when his eyes wandered over to his phone on the opposite side of the table. He quickly tossed his dirty dishes into the sink and scooped up his phone. When the phone flashed to life, the story was waiting there for him.

His thumb hovered over the refresh page button. His heart was practically beating out of his chest with anticipation. He had no idea why he was so attached to this story, but he'd think about that later. At the moment, all he could do was think about chapter 2.

He took a deep breath and pressed the arrow. The page took a moment to reload and there it was. The 'next page' arrow. Chapter 2 was up. Scott literally ran to his bunk and pulled the curtain closed. He opened up chapter 2 and settled himself in to bed to start reading.

Until Mitch peeked his head into his bunk. "Scott?"

Scott's eyes shifted to Mitch and he tried to not look suspicious. It was bad enough that Avi thinks he snuck a peek at porn on Mitch's laptop. The last thing he wanted was for Mitch to think he was in his bunk doing the same thing with his phone.

Silence must not have been the answer Mitch was looking for because he asked again. "Scott?"

"Mitch?" Scott blinked.

Mitch shook his head, that one piece of hair falling into his face and then went back to fix it. His dimpled smile making it's appearance.

Scott closed his eyes. Oh god. Do I have a crush on Mitch?

Mitch leaned his chin on the mattress of the bunk. "What are you doing?"

That seemed to be the popular question these days, especially when he was trying to read.

"Just checking my mail and stuff." Scott shrugged.

Mitch let out a dissatisfied hum. "Well, when you're done, wanna hang out? Maybe you could play piano for me?"

Scott almost swallowed his own tongue. "Wh-what?"

Brown eyes looked down at the mattress as he picked at a string on the sheet. "You were writing songs on my laptop last night, right?"

Scott tried to ignore his rapidly beating heart. Mitch wasn't referencing the story, he was just asking about the thing that Scott was supposed to be doing instead of reading a Scomiche love story.

He shook his head. "I didn't open your laptop yesterday. I kind of just zoned out."

Mitch's eyes shot back to him so quickly that it almost scared Scott. His eyes filled with relief as a blush spread over his face. "You didn't use my laptop? Oh, okay. Cool."

Scott didn't have time to decipher what Mitch's strange behavior meant before Mitch practically ran away, so he just chalked it up to him being weird and shifted his eyes back to his phone.

He hung on to every word of the new chapter. The love story continued, but this time the Scott character was having a bad day, and the Mitch character was trying to cheer him up. Everything seemed to go wrong for the Scott character and eventually he was left crying in the rain.

Scott's heart pounded with slow realization as he read the end of the chapter.

Scott drew his knees to his chest as he let the rain mix with his tears. The sum of all his sorrows weighed down on him at that very moment and the weight was more than he could bear. He rocked back and forth, but he couldn't shake the sadness that ran deeper than he ever realized.

He wanted to be alone, to shed tears in a private space. The storm continued to batter down with unrelenting rain, but Scott noticed that he wasn't getting wet. He looked up, and standing over him with an umbrella was Mitch.

Mitch knelt down with the umbrella shielding both of them from the rain. The two of them looked into each other's eyes, saying more than words could ever say. Blue eyes swimming with tears locked onto brown ones that were blinking back tears as well.

Mitch's thumb swept across Scott's cheek, wiping away a tear, while his other hand held on tightly to the umbrella. He didn't know what to say or do, but he didn't want his love to suffer a moment longer.
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"I know you wanted to be alone, but I couldn't just leave you here," Mitch whispered. "So please, please don't cry."

"Mitch, I felt like such a failure today. I felt like everything went wrong and..." Scott's words were lost to the roaring rain that played around them.

Mitch put his hand under Scott's chin. "You could never be a failure."

He gently kissed Scott's lips then pulling away, looking into the beautiful blue eyes.

"Never." Mitch said, his voice as powerful as the rain.

Scott sat motionless looking at what he had just read. The Mitch character had urged the Scott character not to cry, but the real Scott couldn't stop the tears from falling.

Scott was becoming acutely aware that no one else but Mitch could be writing this story. He shook his head to try to make sense of it. Mitch was the one writing the words that were pulling on all of Scott's heart strings, but what did it all mean? A few minutes ago Mitch had looked relieved when he found out that Scott hadn't used his laptop. Was he happy that Scott didn't have a chance to accidentally read the story?

Scott wiped away his tears with his sleeves and sighed, unsure if this meant Mitch had feelings for him or if it was just fiction.

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Mitch sat on the couch staring at the television. He wasn't even sure if it was on or not because he was completely lost in his own thoughts,

A part of him was sad that Scott didn't see the story. He couldn't have been any more obvious when he left the screen open on his computer for Scott to find. Still, another part of him was happy that Scott didn't read it. Mitch had spent so long trying to wrestle with his secret feelings and he didn't really want Scott to ask questions that he didn't have the answers for.

Does he like writing? Yes.

Does he like Scott? Not sure.

Mitch ran his hands through his hair and sighed.

Avi flopped down on the couch next to him. "Lost in your thoughts Mitch?"

"No, just lost." Mitch shook his head.

Avi pointed the remote at the screen and flipped through the channels. "Tell Daddy what's wrong."

Mitch laughed. "Don't start with me. It's a relationship thing so I kind of don't want to talk to a dad."

"Fair enough." Avi smiled.

Mitch took another long sigh. "So there's this thing that I'm not sure about. It's like I kind of know, but not really."

"I'm gonna need a little bit more information if I'm going to give advice."

Mitch nodded. "Right. So um, what does it feel like to really like someone?"

"Is someone catching feelings after one of their random hook ups?" Avi smirked.

Mitch rolled his eyes. "Can you be serious for a second here?"

Avi forced his face into a neutral position. "Sorry." He took a minute to think it over and then put an arm over Mitch's shoulder. "Okay, so here's the deal. In my experience, a crush feels like butterflies in your stomach, but love feels like a swift kick to the balls. Love takes your breath away while simultaneously making you want to hurl."

Mitch winced. "Sounds painful."

Avi shrugged, squeezing Mitch's shoulder. "Depends on how hard love hits you."

Scott's voice entered the room. "Hey guys."

Mitch's eyes darted over to Scott, hs mind starting to narrate the scene.

There he stands. The human shape of my heart. The white t-shirt hanging loosely on his frame and his gray sweats sitting low on his hips. I hang on to every detail of the perfection standing before me.

The low position of his pants reveals a slight glimpse of his boxers and causes his pant legs to drape down to the floor, past his ankles. From head to toe, Scott is amazing. From the sparkle of his baby blue eyes to the feel of his-

"Balls." Scott laughed. "You were talking about getting hit down there."

Avi smiled. "Something like that, yeah."

Mitch was grateful that Avi left it at that. Their conversation was kind of private and he was glad that Avi picked up on that.

Scott fell onto the couch and curled up against Mitch. "You're really warm."

Mitch smiled.

Scott's words make my heart flutter. They travel to my stomach, dancing like a- like a-

He quickly typed 'what is a group of butterflies called' into his phone. He smiled and continued his thought.

They travel to my stomach, dancing like a kaleidoscope of butterflies. As Scott leans in further to arrange himself closer, the dance of the butterflies becomes too fast and frantic and my whole chest feels like it's about to burst.

Scott sighs my name softly against my arm. The butterflies escape with a wild furry and it leaves my whole body sore. It's like I've been kicked in the-

oh.

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Scott had spent a few minutes snuggling against Mitch before Kirstie joined them. She settled on a movie that he was sure would be awful. At first he wanted to protest the horrible movie choice but after hearing Mitch's musical laugh whenever a cheesy special effect turned out to be less than special, Scott was convinced it was the perfect movie.

He was enchanted by the sound of Mitch's laugh and the feel as it rumbled through his chest and against Scott's cheek. The only thing that topped this feeling was when Scott would raise his head slightly off of Mitch's chest to take a peek at his face. His smile was so big, dimples and pearly whites on display, and his laugh was so contagious.

The movie got more outrageous and they were all practically hysterical. They were laughing so hard that they didn't even notice the bus had stopped.

The bus driver called back to them, "I gotta stop to fill the tank. You can walk around and stretch your legs for a bit. We're about 4 hours from the hotel, and that's if we don't hit traffic."

Kirstie stretched her arms, "I could go for a walk."

Avi eyed the convenience store, "A snack sounds good right now."

Avi took Kirstie's hand and dragged her out of the bus.

Mitch wiggled his eyebrows, "It's just you and me blondie."

Scott blushed at the nickname as he let Mitch lead him by the wrist out of the bus. He eyed the scenic surrounding. This particular service station rest stop looked like a small park. There was a set of stairs that led to a beautiful lake and he knew he'd want to go down and take pictures.

Scott pointed to the lake. "I'll race you down there."

Mitch put his hands in his pockets and shifted his weight. "Um, can I just run to the bathroom real quick? That movie was kind of long and I really need to pee."

Scott laughed. "Of course. You don't need my permission for that. Come to the lake when you're done."

Mitch nodded and started speed walking to the bathroom. Scott wasn't sure if it was because he really had to go or he wanted to spend as little time away from him as possible. He shook his head at the last thought, he was being ridiculous. Mitch didn't like him like that and it was just a story.

Scott walked down the stairs with his phone in his hands. He somehow opened up the story and he somehow started reading it again. He finished the newest chapter quickly because he had read it before and it just flowed at this point. He glanced behind him to see if Mitch was there, but he was alone.

He opened up the comments section and smiled at how many people were cheering for Scomiche to continue their epic love story.  Scott nodded in agreement and realized he never commented. He took another glance to make sure he was alone. He selfishly hoped that Mitch was caught in a long line so there would be enough time for him to leave a comment. He sat down on the bench and typed away

I think Scott and Mitch are the perfect couple! Your writing is amazing, but i have a question.

Scott hit send and leaned back on the bench. Being a fan of fanfiction was becoming exhausting. He pointed at one of the ducks that was eyeing him. "You better not tell Mitch about this," while the duck continued to look at him oddly.

His phone vibrated in his hand and he saw the envelope symbol flashing on the screen. He quickly opened it and saw it was a message from Mitchiemoo. Scott held his breath as he read the message.

Totally agree. I don't care what anyone says, Scomiche is my OTP. What's your question?

Scott's hands were a bit shaky as he typed back.

I'm just surprised at how easy it was for them to tell each other that they were in love. I would think that in real life it would be much harder.

Scott stared at his phone, feeling like a teenage girl waiting for her boyfriend to message her back. Time ticked by excruciatingly slow, but eventually his phone vibrated again.

I think the real Mitch would be scared to death to tell Scott he was in love with him, but that's why we have fanfiction. Anything is possible here.

Scott didn't write back. Even if he wanted to reply, his head was spinning too much to see straight. He put the phone back in his pocket and put his palms on his thighs and leaned forward. He closed his eyes and tried to make sense of what was real and what was fiction.

The only conclusion he could come to was either Mitch was in love with him or he was just a really good writer.

His thoughts were interrupted by a hand on his back and a soft voice of concern. "Scott, are you okay? You look like you're about to throw up."

Scott nodded, "I feel kind of sick."

Mitch sat down next to Scott on the bench. "Put your head between your legs and take deep breaths."

"Is that what you tell all the guys?" Scott grunted as he did what he was told.

Mitch laughed, but Scott could tell it wasn't genuine, just one of those laughs that's there to keep the conversation going.

He felt more waves of nausea wash over him "Maybe I'm seasick from looking at all the water moving in the lake."

This time Mitch's laugh sounded carefree and genuine. "I don't think that's how it works. But I'll  definitely help you through it. I'm here for you." Mitch continues to rub Scott's back as the queasiness eased up.

The 'sick' boy slowly sat up and put his head on Mitch's shoulder and sighed. "This really is a nice view of the lake. I wonder how much longer we can stay here."

Mitch didn't answer. He just stared straight ahead at the lake. After a moment Scott could've sworn he heard Mitch say, "Forever."

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Scott was very strategic in how he spent the rest of his week. He made sure to say things to Mitch that had a bit of flirtation mixed with poetry. He found something thrilling about Mitch possibly putting the words he said into the story. It would also just mean more definite proof that his theory of Mitch writing this story is true.

He had also kept up his conversation with Mitchiemoo. The author was friendly and open about the motivations and feelings of his characters, but Scott only asked questions about the Mitch character.

When Tuesday finally arrived again Scott was refreshing the page constantly. They had an early soundcheck, but if he had some alone time with his phone, then he figured Mitch would too.

Finally when he hit the refresh button for the millionth time, a new chapter appeared. Scott jumped up and down, not caring if anyone saw. He knew most everyone was busy with setting things up and checking audio levels so it didn't seem like he was needed at the moment. He took this time to his advantage. He snuck away, close enough to where if he was needed he could quickly get back, but hidden away enough that if he squealed no one would hear. He huddled in his safe spot and started to read.

Scott and Mitch were sitting on the tour bus watching a movie. The two held each other and watched the love story as their own love story continued for another day.

The bus driver called for a stop and everyone exited the bus. The others went off to do what friends do and Scott and Mitch went off to do what lovers do.

Scott pulled Mitch off the bus as the blonde angel pulled at every heart string that Mitch had. The two were perfect for each other in every way, and they were prepared to tell each other every day.

They spotted a lake and couldn't pass up the opportunity to sit quietly with each other. Scott pulled Mitch's arm to lead the two lovers to the lake, but Mitch felt something pull inside of him. The pain was sharp, but swift so he was able to hide it from Scott.

Mitch used an excuse. "Can I run to the bathroom first, love?" He asked with a blush painting his face. "The movie was kind of long."

Scott laughed. "Of course, but come back soon. I miss you already."

Mitch's journey was halfway to relief before he doubled over in pain. His stomach felt like it had been caught in a shredder. He cried out in pain, but kept his voice low so as to not draw any attention. He put his hand over his mouth to mute his cries, but his hand was met with the warm stickiness of blood.

This was not the first nose bleed that Mitch had ever experienced, but they were becoming more frequent. The pain in his stomach wasn't new either.

He took a few minutes to push through the agony as thoughts of Scott eased the pain that no medicine he had tried was able to do. Thoughts of Scott sitting alone brought Mitch to his feet. He washed his face in the bathroom and put on the bravest face he could.

He pushed through the pain as he walked. He expected to see the beaming face of Scott, but instead he saw his love sitting on a bench and looking to be in pain as well.

Ignoring his own needs, he ran to Scott's side, fully focusing on Scott.

"Are you alright?" Mitch asked. His voice was filled with dozens of emotions.

"I'm feeling sick to my stomach, not sure why. I felt fine earlier."

Mitch rubbed Scott's back, trying to keep calm. He knew how deeply Scott loved him and try as he may,  he could not hide the truth from him. Mitch was just about to verbally tell Scott he was sick, but it was like Scott felt it. Like his body instinctively knew.

They sat as close as they could on the bench, but Mitch never felt further apart. He didn't want to lie, but he had promised Scott forever and he couldn't bear to admit that the promise was breaking.

The tears fell from Mitch's eyes as he rubbed Scott's back, but just like the truth, he kept the tears hidden. He closed his eyes, terrified of the uncertainty of the future. But for right now, he wished this moment could last forever.

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Scott felt like he couldn't breathe. He ran from behind the speaker, his only focus being on finding Mitch. He had to see him. Part of his brain knew the story was pretend and that Mitch, the real Mitch, was okay, but Scott had fallen too far in love with him to be logical or sane. Mitch had used so many real experiences, he wasn't sure exactly what to think. Real or fake, he just read about Mitch having an illness that would kill him. He had to see Mitch.

He raced through the obstacle course of wires, tripping numerous times until he reached Mitch.

Mitch's brilliant brown eyes met Scott's bawling blue ones.

"Scott, are you crying?" Mitch's eyes grew with concern.

Scott was beyond tears at this point. he wrapped his arms around Mitch, throwing himself at the poor boy, almost toppling them over. Mitch tentatively brought his arms out to wrap around Scott's waist, but it was a tense hug.

"We should go somewhere private, yeah?" Mitch whispered into Scott's ear.

Scott broke away from the hug and was borderline hyperventilating. "Mitch, I love you."

The brunette's face turned bright red. "Scotty, we're not alone."

Scott shook his head. I don't care. You're dying and I had to tell you. I love you."

"Oh god. You...you read the story." Mitch covered his now very red face.

He had tried to speak, but Scott just ended up on the floor.

Mitch knelt down trying to whisper, but everyone was listening. "Shhh, sweetheart, it's okay. I'm alright. I'm not dying. It's just a character. You can't write a good love story without a terminal illness. It wasn't really going to be terminal anyway. I couldn't do that to myself." He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

Scott looked up at Mitch and his puffy, pink eyes broke Mitch's heart. "So...so you're okay?"

"Nope." Mitch shook his head with a smile.

Scott bit his lip. "And you don't love me? You don't want to kiss me softly and linger? Your heart doesn't beat with the timbre of our love? I'm not the heat between your legs?"

If it was possible, Mitch had turned even more red. "Scott, everyone can hear you."

Scott started to get upset again. "I don't care. I thought it was real. There were some real things that happened in there and I just.. I didn't know. I should've told you that I saw the fan fiction you wrote. I should've told you that I waited for updates religiously. I should've told you that it felt like my heart was beating out of my chest every time Scott and Mitch touched in the story. I should've told you that it made me feel something inside that I couldn't explain." Scott buried his face in his hands.

Mitch pulled Scott's hands away from his face and intertwined their fingers, making their eyes meet. "And I should've told you that I was falling in love with you."

Kevin looked at Avi. "Did that just happen? What's going on?"

"Apparently Mitch wrote a fanfiction of Scomiche, Scott liked it, and now they're in love."

Kevin shook his head. "The press is here. This is complicated."

Avi watched Mitch draw Scott in close and kiss him. "Huh. Seems easy enough for them."

Mitch ran his fingers through the blonde hair as he looked into Scott's eyes. Those big, blue, crystal balls, that Mitch was positive he could see his future in. He smiled at Scott in his arms. "Unexpected love really is lovely." He kissed Scott slowly.

Their unwritten love story had just begun. And that kiss?

Well, that was just the very first page.

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