Scott couldn't be more confused as to why there was a pair of Mitch's underwear on his bedroom floor.

When he first thought about it, it made some sense to him. After years of living together, Mitch and Scott hardly had any boundaries. They spent a majority of their days and a majority of hours in any particular day together. They shared nearly everything too. But the more he thought about it, he realized the exception: clothes. Their styles and sizes were just enough to keep them out of each other's closets.

That thought brought Scott back to the present and back to the topic of the article of clothing.

Upon finding them, Scott knew that it wasn't one of his own. Mitch walked around pants-less enough that the blonde could recognize whose pair was whose. Why they were in his room was beyond Scott, but he didn't hesitate in grabbing the pair, then leaving his room to go find the brunette.

As he approached Mitch's room, the sound of a heavy bass line grew louder and louder. Once he was close enough, he reached out and knocked on the door twice.

"Mitchy?"

Scott only had to wait a moment or two for Mitch to open his door. He quickly glanced at the boy and wasn't overly surprised to see him half naked. Mitch furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Yeah?"

Scott held up the pair of underwear then, letting them hang down from his pointer finger. Once he saw them, Mitch's expression grew to one of amusement, which lead Scott to believe that he had an answer as to why they were in his bedroom. However, instead of saying anything else, Mitch quickly grabbed them out of Scott's hand.

"Thanks, babe."

Mitch pursed his lips together, made an obnoxious kissing sound, then closed the door right as Scott opened his mouth to say something else.

While Scott was sure he could've knocked on the door again and started a conversation without making Mitch mad in the slightest, he simply closed his mouth, turned on his heels, then headed back to his own room.