Dance(s) Used: So You Think You Can Dance: Bridget and Stanley "Doesn't Mean Goodbye"
Song(s) Used: Too Close by Alex Clare
Scott's POV
It's Saturday again, and I'm super excited because Mitch and I start practice on Monday, which is only two days away. Kirstie and Mitch are on stage. Kirstie is amazing, but Mitch is just perfection. Everything he does is perfect. He's just the whole damn package. Usually Mitch's dances have a meaning. Like last week, it was about loving somebody. He meant is as a friendship for Kirstie, but turned it into more. This week, it's about losing someone. He's been off, too. If Kirstie told him anything, I'm gonna be pissed. I haven't decided how, but I've decided when. Tonight. When we get home from our meeting that's after this, I'm gonna tell him, and I'm super duper nervous.
When Mitch gets off stage, he walks up to me, and I bring him into a hug.
"You did amazing!"
"Thank you." he says, blushing.
"Ya'll just gonna meet us at the studio?" Kirstie asks.
"Yeah, we'll see ya there." As Mitch and I walk toward the car, I hear a voice that I never wanted to hear again.
"Mitch?" Mitch and I turn around to see him standing there.
"Travis? What are you doing here?"
"I came to see you dance today, and I just wanted to say that you did amazing."
"Oh, thank you."
"I have something for you." He walks closer and gives Mitch a single rose.
"Thank you, Travis. It means a lot that you'd come see me."
"I also wanted to apologize. I was a jerk to you. Scott, can I talk to you privately?"
"Sure." Mitch gets in the car, and I walk to Travis. "What the hell do you want? That act may work on Mitch, but it sure as hell won't work on me."
"I miss Mitch."
"I don't give a fuck who you miss, Travis. You killed him! He came home crying, and I couldn't do anything about it. Do you know how that feels, Travis? The person that you call your best friend is crying and sobbing and hating life, and you can't do one thing to make it better except for dry their tears. I love that boy in that car. If you contact him, see him, touch him, even breath the same air as him, you will regret it. That's not a threat. It's a promise. Have a nice day." I walk away and get in the car. Mitch was smiling. "What?"
"Nothing." he says. As I put on my seat belt, I notice the window was cracked. He heard everything I said. As we're getting out of the car for the meeting, he stops me before we enter and hugs me. I pause for a second, but then immediately hug him back, resting my cheek on his head. He soon pulls away.
"What was that for?"
"What you said to Travis. Thank you."
"Mitch, I'm never gonna let someone hurt you again, and that's a promise."
As we walk in, everyone is already there.
"Nice to see ya'll again. Any new songs or names?" Jonathon asks.
"Well, I thought of the name Pentatonix?" Mitch says shyly.
"That's amazing!" Kirstie says.
"I love it." Kevin states.
"Also, Mitch wrote a song, and I thought it'd be really cool to do. The thing is, it's in French."
"Oh my gosh, that would be so fun!" Kirstie chirps in.
"That's a really cool idea. You guys are gonna do amazing things. Our first rehearsal will start next week. Monday at ten. Here. See you then."
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When Mitch and I get home, it's around eight at night. He gets his notebook and walks out to the piano. He sets down the notebook and starts playing some chords, and then he got upset for some reason. He rips out the paper, balls it up, throws it on the ground, and walks to his room. I get the balled paper, go to his room, and knock on the door. He opens it, and I hand him the balled up piece of paper.
"I'm sure it's amazing, Smalls. Don't give up on it now."
"Can I sing it for you?"
"Of course you can."
When he sits at the piano, he looks up at me. He almost looks scared.
"It's the song for you." He begins to play. It's a lot more serious and filled with more emotions than the last.
"You know I'm not one to break promises. I don't wanna hurt you, but I need to breathe. At the end of it all, you're still my best friend, but there's something inside that I need to release. Which way is right? Which way is wrong? How do I say that I need to move on? You know we're heading separate ways. And it feels like I am just too close to love you. There's nothing I can really say. I can lie no more. I can hide no more. Got to be true to myself. And it feels like I am just too close to love you, so I'll be on my way."
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Is he saying what I think he's saying?
"You've given me more than I can return, yet there's also much that you deserve. There's nothing to say, nothing to do. I've got nothing to give, I must live without you. You know we're heading separate ways. And it feels like I am just too close to love you. There's nothing I can really say. I can lie no more. I can hide no more. Got to be true to myself. And it feels like I am just too close to love you, so I'll be on my way. I'll be on my way."
He stops and takes a deep breath, stands up, and starts walking to his bedroom. I quickly grab his arm and bring him into a hug, and we both lose it.
"I'm so sorry, Scott." he says. "I don't want to ruin anything, but I can't keep seeing you and realizing that we'll never be together."
"Mitchell, look at me." I see his big brown watery eyes meet mine. "When I told Mr. Scumbag that I love you, I meant it."
"But you mean as a best friend."
"Yes. But I also mean as a partner in crime, as a shoulder to cry on, as a soul mate."
"What are you saying, Scott? You're not really making any sense."
"I know I'm not, and I know this doesn't make sense. But here it is. Out loud. I love you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasures of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and that I love you." Ten points for remember that whole line from The Fault In Our Stars. I catch one of Mitch's tears and cup his face with my hands. I bring him close, and whisper something in his ear. "Please, say something. Do something. Anything." He gets on his tip toes and kiss my lips gently. He then gets off his toes and looks to the ground.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know if you wanted to do that or not."
"Mitch, come sit on the couch with me." When we sit, I take his hand in mine. "Why are you afraid to take a chance and love?"
"Because I've been down that road before, and I'm not ready for another heartbreak again."
"Sweetie, I promised you before the meeting that I will never let someone hurt you. Someone, including me." He looks up at me, and I brush the hair away from his face.
"I love you, too." I then feel once again the best feeling I've ever felt. I feel Mitch's lips pressed gently upon mine.
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