"I think I'm gonna be sick," Mitch breathed, standing backstage. It was the first show, opening night, and everyone was nervous. Or excited. Or both. Mitch was beyond nervous.
"Babe, it's gonna be fine. You'll do great." Scott assured with a small smile.
"You'll do great. I'm going to screw up so much."
"That's the same thing I thought at my first show. Believe me, you're going to do an amazing job. You've been doing good in rehearsal."
"This isn't my first show," Mitch stated, taking a drink of water. "Far from it."
"Then why are you so nervous?"
"I always get like this."
"Just calm down. It's not like we're performing on Broadway. It's the Arlington Community Theatre. Trust me, the crowd isn't even that big."
"I know, love, I do. That doesn't stop me from thinking of the worst."
"Well, stop. You'll only do bad if you overthink it. Right now, you're overthinking and overexaggerating."
"No, I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"Scott, I fell off the stage and broke my arm my last show," Mitch frowned.
Scott stifled a laugh. "You aren't going to that this time."
"It's not funny!"
"Are you guys okay?" Kirstie asked, skipping over.
"Yeah, we're fine," Scott giggled.
"Mitch?"
"Nope," Mitch shook his head. "Feel like I'm gonna be sick."
"Babe, you're going to be fine!" Scott cried.
"Nope...actually going to be sick..."
"Oh god. Come on." Scott grabbed Mitch's hand and pulled him to the bathroom.
"Thank you.." Mitch said before vomiting.
"Do you always throw up before shows or should I be worried?"
"I always feel sick..."
"But do you vomit?"
"Not always..."
"Do you need medicine or something?"
"No...don't think so..." Mitch heaved over the toilet again.
"Should I get Esther? Fuck! I don't know what to do!"
"Calm down!"
"I can't! I'm stressed!" Scott pulled at his hair.
"I'm fine, Scott. I promise."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah..." Mitch nodded before vomiting again.
"No you're not!"
"Yes, I am!"
"No you are not. I'm going to pass out."
"Fuck no. Drink water. Now."
"I'm going to be sick."
"I'm fine now, Scott. Just a little upset. Do you have any gum?"
"Yeah." Scott dug in his pocket and brought out a pack of gum before handing it to Mitch. "I'm not fine. I'm doing terrible right now."
"Deep breaths, babe," Mitch kissed Scott's cheek and put a piece of gum into his mouth.
"I'm going to puke."
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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...
