SUP3RFRUIT Imagines

Colorblind. Pt. 2

A/N: this is so cliche I'm so sorry lol bye

Scott

"Kiss me."

I've never followed an order so fast.

Our lips connect together for a few seconds.

When I pull away I feel a sense of guilt.

"I'm sorry..." I whisper.

"It's... It's okay. Great, actually."

I look away from him. "I guess... I guess it's out now."

Mitch shrugs. "It'll be legal someday, don't worry."

I laugh. "Maybe. But we still have each other in the meantime."

"Aw, you're so cute." Mitch says.

He's so outgoing I love this.

Mitch picks up his phone to look at something on Twitter.

"Look at this!" He says, handing me the phone.

I laugh at a meme of a dumb music joke.

"Can I hear you sing? I've never heard it before... I've only heard people talking about it."

His face falls. "People talk about me?"

"In a good way! In a good way, I promise." I quickly respond.

He nods. "Okay... What should I sing?"

"I don't know, something you're comfortable with."

"Okay, hang on. Let me get something."

He gets out a black binder.

"We were working on this for choir. The concert is soon, but our baritone got in trouble and can't sing at the concert anymore... Anyway, it might sound weird."

I nod at him to start.

"Hello, hello, baby, you know I can't hear a thing..."

Oh, sweet cheezus.

The most beautiful voice I've ever heard comes out of his mouth.

I smile really big.

He finishes the chorus and stops. "That's where we can't figure out a part."

"Wow..."

"Was it okay? I might've been a little pitchy at some places..."

"No, it was perfect. Can I see?"

He puts the music between us.

"What note is this?" I ask and point to a note on the bass line.

"Uh, it's a... G."

I get out my phone and open the piano app.

I play the pitch. "Don't ask why I have this app."

"Stop calling, stop calling, I don't wanna talk anymore..."

I smile through my singing.

"Stop telephoning me..."

We stop there. "This... This is amazing... You've got to meet Kirstin." Mitch says and types something into his phone.

"Who's Kirstin? What did I do?"