The minute Mitch's eyes opened three days after going to the hospital, he recalled where he was. Not the awful hospital bed, but his own, nice comfy bed. Scrolling through his phone, Mitch smiled at a text from Scott.
My Eyebrowless Prince: Morning, Beautiful ❤️
My Lovely Queen: Morning, Handsome ❤️
My Eyebrowless Prince: Happy Birthday! Love you
My Lovely Queen: Right, that's today! Love you too.
My Eyebrowless Prince: You forgot your own birthday? Wow.
My Lovely Queen: No....and if I did, I have a damn good reason to. I've been a little busy lately.
My Eyebrowless Prince: That's true. Any specific time you would like me to come over, gorgeous?
My Lovely Queen: Any time you please, handsome.
My Eyebrowless Prince: How does two work for you?
My Lovely Queen: What time is it now? I'm too lazy to look at the time.
My Eyebrowless Prince: Eleven forty five, dear.
My Lovely Queen: Thank you, love. Two is fine. I'll see you when you get here.
My Eyebrowless Prince: Happy birthday! I love you!
My Lovely Queen: Thank you, babe. Love you too. ❤️
After pulling himself out of bed, phone still on hand, Mitch went downstairs to make coffee. His phone began to have a seizure in his hand with messages. The show's group chat was basically being spammed with messages, each one making Mitch smile.
Thanks, y'all. He responded. And yes, I'm fine. Just a little scare.
Around one, Mitch decided he should probably shower and get dressed. He pulled out a pair of jeans, platform boots, and his Surfboard sweater. At two exactly, the doorbell rang.
"Hi!" Mitch smiled.
"Happy birthday!" Scott exclaimed pulling Mitch into a hug."For the third time today."
"It's fine, babe. It's sweet."
"Nice sweater," Scott wiggled his eyebrows.
"I thought so," Mitch smirked.
"You look great."
"You sure? I wasn't sure if this was too casual or anything...since I didn't know what was happening today and-"
"Woah. Relax. You look great. I'm one thousand percent sure."
"Okay. What are we doing today?"
"It's a surprise."
"Scott, I hate surprises," Mitch whined.
"Too bad."
"Can you at least tell me what's first?"
"I can't tell you anything."
"Who says?!"
"The one who planned everything in two days."
"Of course. When do we start?"
"Right now. Let's go."
"Where? To your car or..." Mitch raised an eyebrow.
"No. To your car."
"I don't have a car."
"Yes you do." Scott raised an eyebrow and smiled.
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Theatre Kids (Scömìche AU)
Fanfiction((Collab with @Wyattschufter)) Mitch never wanted to be in the show. He just wanted to stay in his room, and go on tumblr. Scott loved the theatre. He had so many friends at the company, and he loved the stage and the thrill of all of it. The two...
