Hi - so this is the end.. well I'm still debating on another chapter but i'm leaning towards ending it here. Enough of my ramblin - here ya go (sorry it's short and... whatev ) 

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He woke up alone even though he clearly remembered Scott’s arm snaking around his waist some time in the night, and tugging him back as close as he could get. He was so warm, mumbling a few ‘missed you’s and ‘goodnight’s against the back of his neck as he got comfy. He didn’t dwell on it, at least he tried not to. 

His head hurt, courtesy of too much wine and too many tears the night prior. He didn't want to move. He didn't really have to. It's not like he had plans or commitments. He wasn’t really sure what he was going to do that day. Everything was currently on hold courtesy of Scott’s accident. They had a group meeting scheduled for next week to start going through and seeing what arrangements Scott did and didn’t remember, what songs he could still sing. It was going to be a process and frankly he was terrified of the results, but what else could they do?

They also had a video to shoot for youtube, just as an update to all of the fans so they could see that Scott was indeed alive and kicking.

Wait, maybe he could film a Superfruit episode by himself and just let everyone know that it wasn’t over and Scott would be back in no time. But … no. He didn’t really know if that was true or not. There was a large possibility that Scott wouldn't want to keep doing Superfruit. He didn’t really know what new Scott would or wouldn’t like.

He really had to stop thinking of him like that, new and old Scott. He was still him. He was still Scott... just different.

He sighed aloud, rubbing his hands over his face. This whole thinking thing was exhausting!

He eventually determined that if he didn't get up then he couldn't get coffee. With that in mind he finally lifted himself from his cocoon of warmth. He stretched his arms to the ceiling before running his fingers through his hair which had decided to stick up all over the place.

Very bedhead chic.

He didn’t even bother pulling on a shirt before trudging out of his room. He needed an advil and a gallon of water… stat. 

He definitely got a surprise when Scott was there, fully dressed and grinning like a cheshire cat as he leaned against the kitchen counter.

“Morning, Eve”

“Morning, Jessie” He yawned out, body and mind still sluggish.

“They were out of blueberry so I got you pumpkin crumble.”

He nodded a bit and shuffled closer.

“Who took you out?”

“Me myself and I.” He began to sing the Beyonce’ song. 

That stopped him in his tracks and he looked up at him in confusion. Scott had left the apartment by himself. He’d found his way to the bakery and then to Starbucks, if the drinks sitting next to him were any indication. Mitch regarded the drink with his name on it, surprised when it actually looked accurate.

“You remembered.”

“I did.” 

“But..wha..”

“I remember a lot. I remember the way to Starbucks, remember your drink order. I remember your favorites at the bakery. I remember your smile. I remember your laugh. I remember good times and bad times and fights and hugs and tickles. I remember the first time we met. I remember you being so afraid to tell me you were gay that you fainted right in the middle of my bedroom. I remember your horrible taste in boyfriends. I remember my heart breaking as I watched you cry after Travis broke your heart.  I remember you basically living on tumblr and me hating every single second you disappeared into your own little world. I remember singing and writing and us just being us. I remember the most important person in my life. I remember you.”

Mitch couldn’t do much of anything but stare at him. “When? I mean…” He just kind of stood there, but his Scott knew exactly what to do and pulled him against him, wrapping those arms snuggly around him.

“I started remembering a few days ago. Remember I went to Chipotle and then the mall with Todrick? Well, we were eating and he was talking about his new tour he’s planning, but all I could hear was you ranting about the way I eat like a caveman and how you should be ashamed to be seen with me.

Mitch laughed, remembering that conversation very well.

“That was the start and then you were everywhere. Every store I went into something triggered a memory. Leave it to fashion to hold the key to remembering Mitch Grassi.

Mitch giggled into his chest, cheek squished against him.

“That night when I held you against me it all came rushing back. Everything.” 

Mitch squeezed him tighter, hoping he wasn’t dreaming.

“C’mon, lets sit. I have some things I’ve needed to tell you for awhile.” 

Mitch pulled back looking up at him. Scott reached over and grabbed his drink and handed it to him before grabbing his own and the bag from the bakery. They moved to the couch, both cuddling up under one of Mitch’s big blankets he’d left there the night before. They sipped their coffee and ate their breakfast in comfortable silence.

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His heart was ready to pound through his ribs and break out of his chest. There was no easy segue into this so he decided to just blurt it out. “I broke up with Alex.” 

Mitch’s eyes were almost comically wide as they sat up and faced one another. “What!? What happened? Are you ok? I thought…” He was obviously surprised and in a bit of shock. 

“I’m fine. He was cheating on me. I knew about it before the accident, but I didn’t tell him that I knew.. and before you say anything I know i didn’t tell you either, but there was a reason for that. Just keep your panties on, princess.

Mitch pouted dramatically and it made Scott smile.

He slowly explained how he found out just as he’d explained to Kirstie before and Mitch just listened quietly as he let it all sink in.

“I confronted him about it last night. He cried, swore the guy didn’t mean anything to him. Whatever. I’m at the point now that I just don’t care anymore.” He kind of shrugged, watching Mitch’s face and reactions. “I didn’t tell anyone because I just wanted to figure out my feelings, I guess. The night I found out I came home from his place early and you wanted to watch some weird documentary. I broke down right in the middle of it.” 

“I remember.”

“Do you remember what you said to me?”

He shook his head no.

“You said ‘You don’t have to tell me, but whatever it is.. just know that it’ll be ok…   because you’re not alone.’ and then you sang to me and you stayed with me that night, letting me just cry. You didn’t push, you didn’t interrogate, you just held me and let me know you were there.” 

Mitch just nodded, not really sure where this whole speech was going. Scott had done the same for him on multiple occasions. He didn’t really see the big deal.

“You see, I wasn’t simply crying over Alex, I was crying because…  I realized it was time to own up to a lot of things I’d been putting off, making excuses not to do because it was easier to accept what I already had rather than risk losing everything for that one shot at true happiness. I guess I was just completely afraid of it all. You know I like adventure, but not like this. This is terrifying and risky and huge.” 

Mitch obviously didn’t quite understand. Thankfully he was once again able to read the confused boys every motion like a book.

“Mitchie, I need you to promise me something. Promise you’ll never leave me, even after what I’m about to say.”

That brought out the worry and perfectly groomed brows drew together. “I-I don’t understand. You know I’d never leave you. Wh-”  He cut off as Scott’s hands took hold of his own and he looked down at them, suddenly wishing he’d put on a shirt before having this heart to heart.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Alex before now and I’m sorry I’ve been so distant the last few days. I was just scared and I guess I was working up the courage to have this conversation.” 

The blue eyed man looked just as scared as Mitch felt and he kept nodding as if confirming something to himself. “Alex was good, great at times, but he wasn’t right. He always knew I held part of me back, part of me that I kept away, hidden. He was always jealous of you, even though he tried to hide it. He resented our friendship… and with good reason.”

If it were possible for Mitch to appear even more worried that did it. 

“We aren’t normal friends, we aren’t normal period but that’s ok. You know I know you like the back of my hand. I guess at times it can be a bad thing, at least if you want to keep any secrets.”

Mitch was thoroughly afraid. He had no idea where this was headed and he didn’t like it’s overall direction period. 

Then Scott slid his fingers up to his forearms, anticipating the next reaction.

“I’ve known you have feelings for me. I knew since before Alex.” 

Mitch let out a small gasp, shaking his head in a weak denial. “I don’t-” He stood, trying to escape the conversation, but Scott kept hold of those skinny arms and stood in front of him. 

“Please, it’s ok. Just let me finish. Alright?”

Mitch’s eyes glistened with tears, panic and fear distorting his vision.  

“When I realized it, I was soooo scared. I didn’t know how to deal with it. I didn’t want to lose you and I didn’t want to hurt you, but I didn’t understand my own feelings. I didn’t know how to talk to you about it, so I ran from it. I ran as full speed into Alex as I possibly could, all the while trying to convince myself that it was perfect and I didn’t need anything else.” 

He kept his eyes on Mitch, knowing he needed to speed this up or the boy would work himself up into a complete anxiety attack.  “I was wrong. Alex cheated because he needed someone who would give themselves over to him completely. He knew I wouldn’t … couldn’t do that. I’d already given a big part of myself to someone else a long time ago.”

He took a step closer to the shorter man, knowing it was now or never. He’d already put himself on the line … it was time to go all in. “Everyone thinks that you were the last person I had left to remember, but they’re wrong. I may not have remembered all of you, but you were the first thing I remembered.” He pushed some fringe out of those glistening dark brown eyes.  “My heart never forgot where it belonged, never forgot who it belonged to.” He tried to steady his trembling fingers as he slid them over Mitch’s jawline. “I’m yours.” He leaned in stopping just before contact, giving Mitch the chance to back out, but he didn’t move except to tilt his chin slightly, angling his mouth towards Scott’s as if being pulled towards him. Scott couldn’t stop his smirk. “And you’re mine.”