"It's so good to be back home," Scott said happily as he fell back on their living room sofa. He spread his arms out, resting them against the top of the sofa. Mitch rolled his eyes as he walked into the room with their Sphynx. They had just gotten back from spending Thanksgiving with their families in Arlington and it was the end of Cyber Monday. Otherwise known as Mitch's splurge-athon.

            "Yeah....," the younger man said as he settled next to his favorite blond. Wyatt immediately jumped out of Mitch's arms and curled up in his daddy's lap with a happy purr. Scott chuckled as he pet the hairless cat. "What should we do," Mitch said seemingly bored. It was a little late and they had only just gotten back not even half an hour ago. Suddenly the countertenor's eyes lit up as an idea came to him. "Oh my god," he squealed. Scott subtly edged away from the shrill sound. His ears were still uncomfortable from the plane landing and Mitch's voice made his ears ring. "The gifts," he shouted as he jumped up from the sofa.

            Scott stared after the slim singer as he rushed out the doorway. He heard Mitch's small feet clambering up their wooden staircase. He shook his head as he rubbed Wyatt's head. The cat pushed against his hand and gave a few licks to the appendages. A few minutes later Mitch came back in a flurry with bags and packages.

            The man's eyebrow outlines rose in surprise as he saw the stuff that was almost enough to topple over the twink. "What the hell," he asked in shock. Mitch was beaming as he dumped it all on their coffee table.

            "These are some of the gifts from the Houston show," he explained. "We never got to open them." After their final show of their world tour, the trio had driven to their hometown for the holidays and hadn't gotten around to opening really any of the gifts from their wonderful fans.

            Realizing what it was, Scott nodded. "So what should we start with," he asked as he reached for the small sparkly blue plastic gift bag closest to him.

            Like an eager child on Christmas, Mitch started shuffling through everything. He finally decided on a box wrapped in Spongebob paper. "I want to do this one." Scott rolled his eyes as he saw it. That boy was so one track minded. Mitch looked over at him then with an excited smile that showcased his dimples. Just the sight of his smile made Scott forget about everything bad. He just nodded.

            At Scott's approval Mitch went in on the wrapping paper. The colorful plastic-y substance flew up in the air as the brunet rushed to tear it off. Scott laughed at the man's enthusiasm. Wyatt had given up on taking a nap on his daddy's lap and was pawing at a piece of the wrapping paper that had fallen on the sofa.

            Once the paper was gone Mitch was left with an over taped box. He struggled with getting it all off. "Uuh," he groaned in frustration. "Come on," he snapped. It was like the person was shipping it to a warzone, it was so heavily taped. It was almost a minute later- Scott checked- and the box still wasn't open. "Why d-don't you OPEN," Mitch whined as he tried to break the tape with his nails. Apparently the person had used really sturdy tape too.

            "You need held babe," Scott asked as he saw Mitch losing his patience. Mitch huffed as he held out the box to Scott.

            With big brown eyes and a cute pout, Mitch pleaded, "Please Daddy?" Scott smirked as he grabbed the box from Mitch's outstretched hand. He set it down where Wyatt used to be. While his mommy had been fighting over the tape, Wyatt had found a new love of wrapping paper and was currently rolling all over the piece squished between the two men. Scott made quick work of the tape and opened the top of the box. Mitch glared angrily at the thing. "Figures," he grumbled. Scott laughed a little at Mitch's attitude with the packaging. He turned back to see what they had gotten. His mouth fell open as he saw a jar with their ship name on it.

            "The...Scömìche....Positivity....Jar," Scott read as he slowly turned it around in his hands. "That sounds so cool. Hey is there a note with it babe," he asked as he twisted the top of the large see through glass jar.

            Mitch grabbed the opened box from Scott and checked inside. He pulled out an envelope. He took out the small pale yellow stationary card. "Uh yeah," he said. "'To Scömìche, the best couple in the world- the two of them laughed at the word play from Superfruit- this is a little something to brighten your day. Since you bring positivity to all of us Pentaholics and Fruitflies (that's the name I think works for your channel) we thought we would return it by giving you this jar. We hope every day is a little better because of it.' It's signed by Elizabeth Carp."

            Scott had waited for Mitch to finish reading the note before trying to get his hand in the jar. "Oh wow. That's so sweet. Now let's see what these little color things are inside." Scott put his hand in and pulled out one in his favorite color. "Mitchy what does blue mean?" Mitch looked back in the envelope to find an index card with a legend.

            "Blue means compliments," he read off.

            Like the kid he was at heart, Scott said, "Ooh I love compliments." He opened the blue paper. Scrawled on the piece of paper was a small message. "'You are a fallen angel of God's choir. Millie, Alaska.'" Scott was flabbergasted. "Oh....My....God....are these from different people?" Scott started taking out more of the folded slips of paper. He looked at them as Mitch started doing the same.

            "They are," Mitch exclaimed. "Russia, Oakland, Kansas, The Netherlands, South Africa....," Mitch said as he saw where they came from. Scott's blue eyes were wide in complete amazement as he saw how MANY little papers there were. To think that each one came from somewhere different in the world. "Our fans are amazing," Mitch said as he read one of the slips.

            Scott nodded still in awe. "Yeah the best fandom ever," he agreed. He finally put the slips back in. Mitch followed suit and they closed it up. Scott put it on their coffee table. They would have to find somewhere to put it. He was thinking somewhere in the kitchen would be nice. Probably put it by the coffee machine, that way it could actually be seen. "Okay next one," he said.

Mitch picked up one particularly large gift bag with multicolored stars on it. He checked a tag attached to the handle strings. "This one is for you," he said handing the bag over. Scott felt anticipation bubbling up at the idea of what a fan had went out of their way to do for him. He pulled out the sea green tissue and tossed it to the side. Wyatt being the energetic little creature he was pounced on it and started trying to eat the material. "No Wy you can't eat that," Mitch said sternly as he took the paper away from him. Wyatt tried to wrap his paws around his mommy's arm to get back the tissue. Mitch of course was able to pull away. He hid the tissue behind one of the pillow cushions.

His focus was returned to his blond when he heard a gasp. "Oh my....SNAPBACKS," Scott gushed as he pulled one out. The cap was white with Riff Master written in big bubble cursive on it in maroon which was the same color as the bill. The giant took off the snapback he had on (the old PTX circle logo hat from their 2014 tour) and put on the new one. "What do you think," he asked his favorite and frequent critic.

Mitch's lips twisted into a half-smile/smirk combination. "You look cute," he said simply as he adjusted the bill so the snapback sat lower on his head. Scott smiled at the compliment.

Scott pulled out more snapbacks all in colors he loved. "This one," he said holding up one in black and gray-blue bill/writing, "says Daddy on it. There's another one attached to it for you," he said motioning to the other snapback connected by a zip tie. It had Mommy on it. Mitch laughed at the sight of the matching hats. Scott was sure to force him to wear it soon enough. What was even cooler was the drawing of Wyatt on the back. "Oh this one here has Queen Beyonce on it. And this one....oh it's another set. Mine says Scö obviously," he said as he went through them.

"You know I would feel a little off about fans assuming about us but these hats are just too cute," Mitch said as he looked at a THIRD set. They had gold caps with bedazzled bills and King and Queen written over the front.

"I know right. Why didn't we have these ideas," he asked as he pulled out a snapback with Superfruit on it. In total Scott must have added ten snapbacks to his collection. "Hey do we follow them on Twitter?" Mitch shook his head no. "We so got to get on that. They are so creative too. I wanna pick the next one," Scott said as he put his snapbacks back in the gift bag as he twisted the Riff Master one around so the snapback was backwards.

Mitch smiled. "Sure sweetie." Scott's face brightened with his large smile. He grabbed the small gift bag from earlier. The blue was just calling to him. Unlike his gift there was no tag to determine who it was for. That of course gave the blue eyed wonder a chance to go crazy with the tissue paper. The white material was pulled out and tossed.... somewhere. Scott wasn't really paying attention to where it went. He found a pink envelope tucked against the side. His eagerness deflated when he saw Mitch's name on the front. "It's for you," he grumbled as he shoved the bag to the petite man.

Scott looked around then to realize that their cat had disappeared. "We should have named him Jiji, hon. He's always doing a disappearing act on us," he mused aloud.

Mitch rolled his eyes at Scott's exaggeration. "Mmhmm," he said focusing on what he had gotten from a fan. He pulled out a beautiful felt box in royal blue. There was a little card that went with it. "Wishes do come true. For all your dreams to become a reality. To the best singer ever. P.S. Sorry Scott I still love you," Mitch read from the card.

This made the blond laugh. He had no problem with people praising Mitch. The fan wasn't wrong either. Mitch was the best singer. Even better than Beyonce...although he may have been biased. After all Mitch was his queen. "I'll get the envelope out," Scott said as he took the bag from Mitch's lap. It was probably on the bottom.

He heard the short haired man suck in a breath. "Scott look," Mitch said as if he was holding their first Grammy again. Scott looked up from his search and his mouth fell open. Sitting there in the large rectangular jewelry box was a not so cheap pendant on a thin gold rope chain. Mitch looked like he had fallen in love with it.

The Italian man gently picked up the necklace admiring the intricate artwork. "That's....wow.....that definitely wasn't something from Kay Jewelers in the mall," Scott blurted out. Mitch twisted the necklace around causing the multicolored stone to shimmer in the light. It looked antique. Knowing Mitch's love of crystals and all things weird, the fan had picked the perfect gift.

With their eyes so transfixed on the beautiful object the two singers hadn't noticed Wyatt sneak back up between them on the sofa. He, like them, was drawn to the mysterious necklace. The blue-gray animal pawed at the pendant hanging off the chain. "No no Wy this isn't a toy," Mitch chastised as he pulled the necklace out of their cat's reach. He wrapped up the chain and held the necklace in his hand away from the persistent cat.

"Okay that," Scott said pointing to the necklace in Mitch's closed fist, "is the best gift we've ever gotten." Mitch arched one of his perfectly done up eyebrows. Scott sighed as he rolled his eyes. "Yes better than the mic I got back in May with Beyonce's signature." Mitch smiled smugly.

The unique haired man turned around with his back to the taller one. "Put it on me," Mitch asked as he held out the necklace. Scott was careful as he picked up the chain. The necklace sparkled so beautifully as it unraveled.

"Are you ready for your nude portrait, Rose," Scott whispered jokingly into Mitch's ear as he attached the two ends of the chain around Mitch's slender neck.

"Shut up," Mitch said with a smile. Scott couldn't see it but he knew that Mitch's cute little dimples were on display.

Mitch turned around and gave a seductive pose with his right hand touching the side of his face as he looked at Scott with half lidded dark eyes and a slightly opened mouth. "How do I look?"

Scott shamelessly checked out his bandmate in the rouse of admiring the necklace. "Perfect like always," he said with a smirk. Mitch was ecstatic as he pretended to model with the gift. "Werk it girl," Scott said as he snapped his fingers. Mitch giggled causing his warm brown eyes to shine making them look like honey.

"It's amazing right? Ooh this is gorgeous sis," Mitch gushed as he looked at his reflection in his phone's camera. "Totally regal."

Scott's brow shadows drew together at that. "Wait what is regal?"

Mitch sighed. "You know like royalty," he explained a little exasperated as he continued to see how the necklace looked on himself.

"Well it was meant for a queen," Scott said as he scooted closer to the fashionista. Mitch smirked at the compliment. He turned a little to the side to see his side profile with his new bauble. A soft smile came to Scott's face as he watched his best friend. "With all this talk of dreams I wonder if you thought about what I mentioned about a month ago," the blond asked nervously.

He received a groan in response. "Not this again," Mitch grumbled. "Scott I told you it's too early."

The tall baritone swallowed a lump forming in his throat. "B-but what about-"

Mitch snapped his head in Scott's direction. "Scott stop," Mitch said loudly. He looked very irate. Scott subconsciously recoiled away from the smaller man. He didn't like to make his Mitchy upset. But he always backs down. Not anymore. He sat up straighter as he looked Mitch in the eye.

            "No. I won't. Why are you so determined to avoid it," Scott shouted. Mitch huffed as he put his phone down on the coffee table. He got up and put space between him and the normally happy go lucky blond.

            Mitch held his head with frustration almost palpable. "Drop it," Mitch screamed. "Why is this so important to you anyway!?"

             This only served to make Scott flip. He jumped off the sofa and stalked up to Mitch with a barely held rage swirling inside. "You're kidding right," he hissed. "I want this. All of it," he said with a raised voice. Wyatt ran past his human parents when he heard his daddy talk back to his mommy. That never happened. The sphynx cat rushed to hide under his favorite bed upstairs.

            Mitch looked at him as if he was stupid or something. "Really," Mitch asked rhetorically. "How do we know we aren't rushing all of this?" Scott felt like a knife was twisting its way into his stomach and could taste the metallic tang of vomit climbing up his throat. He forced it down as he lorded over Mitch.

            The countertenor backed up and put up his hands as if he was being attacked with fear flashing in his eyes. "You think I'm gonna hurt you," Scott growled in disgust. He would NEVER put his hands on his Mitchy EVER.

            Still on guard, Mitch replied, "Well you've never talked to me like this before either. I can't be sure of anything you are going to do now." Scott glared at him. Even so he stepped back a few steps. Mitch's eyes flicked down to Scott's hands. It wasn't until then he realized he had balled them into fists. Mitch was really afraid Scott was going to hit him.

            He held up his hands so Mitch could see he meant him no harm. It only made him even more pissed. How could Mitch think he'd do anything like that? He wasn't a woman beater. "See. I come in peace," Scott said with an attitude. Mitch had lowered his hands as well but Scott saw the younger man fiddling with the hem of his sweater, well it was Scott's.

            "I don't think you are really thinking it through Scott," Mitch finally said still cautious. Scott may not want to hit Mitch but he was about to hit something alright.

            "You think I haven't been thinking about this," Scott roared. "That's ALL I've been thinking about. I've been going crazy every night wondering if it's the right decision!"

            Mitch apparently was getting emotional too if his trembling lips were any indication. "But this is serious Scott! We can't just go back on our word after we say it!"

            Scott shouted, his grovely voice rumbling through the air. He turned his eyes on a barely held together Mitch's. His own blue eyes were glassy and swarming with pain. "You think I would do all I've done if I didn't see something coming out of it!? Did you," he demanded.

            "We were influenced by a bad situation. I didn't know what was going on!" Mitch had matched the fury in his enraged blond's voice.

            Scott tried to calm himself and take a few deep breaths, but it was like all the pent up frustration from waiting on Mitch and then hearing what the Italian had to say....it was all coming out. "So what? You thought it was something temporary? Nice to know you care," he snarled. "It's been five fucking months! I want ANSWERS!"

            Mitch glared harshly up at the man he always thought he could count on. "What we decide effects the rest of our lives! Are you getting that right now!?"

            By this point the two were screaming at the top of their lungs. Scott wouldn't be surprised If their neighbors called the cops on them for noise pollution. They were that loud.

            "Of course I do! This is about OUR FUTURE! I swear it's like you don't even want this!"

            Mitch looked at him with shock mixed with hurt at Scott's blunt words. He raised a shaky hand up to his mouth as tears silently streamed down his face.

            "H-h-how could you say that," he whispered out. "HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT," he screamed at the top of his lungs. "I-I-I....let you see everything...EVERYTHING! FUCK YOU SCOTT!"

            Scott gave a sarcastic smirk as he glared at Mitch. "So now you want me," Scott asked with this look in his eye that Mitch couldn't place.

            Mitch rolled eyes. "Grow up Scott!"

            "I'm sorry I mean you seemed pretty sure about what you wanted. Now you are changing it up. I guess I'm only good for ONE THING," he roared in Mitch's face at the end. Mitch tried to push Scott away. The blond was crowding him and wasn't letting him breathe.

            "Get the hell away from me Scott," Mitch screamed. Scott was terrifying him. Scott wasn't himself.

            Scott put his lips to Mitch's right ear. "What's wrong Mitchell? Don't you want me to hold you," Scott growled lowly in his ear. Mitch used all his strength to shove Scott back.

            "Don't call me that! I told you to back off!" Mitch was shaking as tears rushed down. He was at war with himself. Between his head and his heart.

            It seemed like Scott didn't care about how he was totally falling apart. "NO! Don't start crying now Mitch! You're the one who's been playing games!"

            Mitch screamed as he cried. Scott fought to stand his ground. He couldn't give in just because Mitch had brought on the waterworks. "I am done with this conversation," Mitch said with finality as he tried to hold back the tears that were staining his now pale face.

            He tried to walk past Scott to go upstairs but Scott used his height and weight to block Mitch from leaving. "This ISN'T over! We are resolving this right NOW!"

            Mitch scowled up at him with his hands on his hips. If they were in different circumstances Scott would have found it adorable. "Get OUT of my way Scott Richard! I am not dealing with your mood swings tonight." He then tried to muscle his way around the 6'3'' singer.

            Scott quickly maneuvered to completely block the doorway. "Mitch we need to talk this out," Scott said as he stood like he was doing jumping jacks. Mitch huffed again, knowing there was no way to slip under the blond. Scott was always quick.

            "Yeah that doesn't seem to being working now, is it," he replied sarcastically. He ran his hands through his buzz cut hair. If he had more hair he would pull on it, Scott was sure of that. "UGH! I swear sometimes.....I wish I never met you," he spat out. It was like someone had shot him. All the blood disappeared from Scott's face and he felt like a piece of glass shattered into pieces. This all consumed him in barely two seconds before he locked eyes with Mitch.

            Mitch had never seen Scott's eyes so empty. Not even....he looked like a stranger standing there. He sneered down at Mitch like a monster. Before Mitch could realize what he was doing, Scott had shoved him to the side and walked to the coffee table. He snatched up his keys and walked right by Mitch as if he wasn't even there. He stalked out the front door without looking back.

            Once outside Scott unlocked his car that he had left in the driveway. He jumped into the driver's seat and shoved the key into the ignition. He didn't need to stay there. There was surely a motel not too far away for him to crash at. When he went to turn the key to start the car he stopped. He couldn't do it. He couldn't leave Mitch. It was just not in his DNA. When they were kids they had sworn to never leave each other. Even now when Mitch had destroyed him, he was still loyal to him.

            Scott screamed. "WHY!? W-W-WHY!!!!!!!??????" He dropped his head onto the steering wheel as he cried. He cried for himself. He cried for Mitch. He cried for Pentatonix. He cried for what used to be. He cried for what could be. He cried for all the things that were wrong in his life at that moment. He didn't know how long he sat there for but once he started to doze off from exhaustion (due to the flight and the fight) he knew he had to go inside.

            It was horrible but he almost wanted to sleep in his car that way he could avoid the little firecracker that consumed his life. Yet he knew that wouldn't go over well. It got cold at night in LA and he would probably end up with a severe cold if he stayed out. With shaking hands he took out the keys that he didn't even use. He wasn't sure if that made him a coward or not; the fact he couldn't even drive somewhere.

            The giant sighed as he climbed out of his car. He looked to the house and saw the lights off. Mitch was probably asleep. Scott fished his phone out of his pocket. 1: 37 glowed on the lock screen. Yup, Mitchy was definitely in bed. He made the mistake of looking at more than the time. His heart constricted when he saw the photo of him and Mitch holding the wishbone from the turkey. One half was held in Mitch's thin fingers and the other in his. They were both turned towards each other and puckered for a kiss over the wishbone with their eyes closed. It was a joking kind of photo, but yet....God he never felt such pain before.

            Scott shook his head as he put his phone away and dragged his feet back to the house. All he wanted to do was sleep. Otherwise Mitch would have a heart attack if he found the riffing aficionado passed out on the stone path leading to the front door. He slipped inside after finding the front door still open. It seemed that Mitch was hoping he'd return soon after storming out. Scott felt like crap. Mitch was too good to him sometimes. And also too naïve. He had to make sure to mention to the other singer about locking the door at night. One could never be sure of what crazies were running around the city.

            He stumbled up the stairs feeling his legs turn to jelly. Or as their fans would say, noodles. With surprising skill, he navigated through the hallway and found his room. He sighed happily at the sight of it. Sleep, such sweet sleep. He stripped down to his royal blue boxer-briefs and hung his snapback over the lamp on the nightstand. Ready for bed, Scott slipped under the sheets and curled up in his usual position; Wyatt there at the end of the bed.

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AN: I started this story back in July right around the time Mitch decided to change his hair color and then have Scott shave it all off. So I had to change some things about Mitch's hair a couple times so forgive the awkward wording. This story will be VERY angsty and there will be trigger warnings for certain sensitive subjects brought up. It will be from Scott's perspective, so there won't be too much on what happens in everyone else's mind. Also there will be no smut in this. Everything will focus more on their emotional connection rather than the physical. Of course there will be alluding to sex in some parts and parts that would then lead to such an act. Also please leave comments what you think our favorite duo might be fighting about. I made it vague for that reason.