the book of fluff (that usually isn't)

annoying

the ending is bad because i got lazy and ended it really quickly

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Scott had a small frown on his lips as he scrolled through his best friend's Instagram feed. Most of the pictures were either selfies Mitch posted or pictures of him with another friend, and there were only a few of him and Scott. The blond couldn't help but feel a little hurt.

Okay, it hurt a lot.

Did Mitch not like him anymore? Scott could've sworn there were more pictures of them together before.

Now that he thought about it, he had been annoying Mitch a lot lately. That was all he ever seemed to do.

Scott's mind traveled to all of the times he'd spent with Mitch in the last week. All of his best friend's smiles had seemed forced, and there was annoyance underlining his voice. With a sinking heart, Scott realized that he did annoy Mitch. He annoyed his best friend. Scott immediately wanted to cry, his heart aching in his chest. He was such a bad best friend. Mitch would never fall in love with him if he annoyed him all the time.

Maybe he should give Mitch some space instead of constantly hugging him and kissing him everywhere but his lips and asking him questions all the time. He should leave him alone. Hell, he shouldn't even talk to him, just for a while. He should let Mitch bring home boys even if he was home too and he should let Mitch date who he wanted even if they weren't good enough for him. Mitch clearly didn't want Scott's protectiveness. He didn't want Scott.

Scott had been so stupid. Why was he forbidding Mitch to date boy after boy when in reality, he was the one who didn't deserve Mitch?

Scott told himself that he would not emerge from his room when Mitch came home from his date. He would not ask Mitch questions. He would not hug him and kiss him everywhere but his lips and tell him how much he missed him. He would remain in his room, making no noise and pretending he didn't exist.

That was a lot easier said than done. Scott instinctively began to get up when he heard the door open, but he forced himself to lay back down and burrow under the covers. He listened as Mitch sighed and dropped his keys in the bowl, and he felt his footsteps as he made his way to his room. Scott felt like crying again when Mitch didn't even seem to notice that Scott hadn't come out.

In reality, Mitch was confused. He could've sworn he'd heard Scott say he had nothing to do today, so where was he? Their house was eerily silent, the only sound being the faint humming of the air conditioner. Silence in their house was rare, since they usually had friends over or were blasting music, so that just made the situation just a bit more off.

Mitch eventually came to the conclusion that Scott had gone to the gym. It seemed likely, and that was enough for Mitch. He knew that if Scott was in trouble, he would call him or come to him himself. Scott was an open book, at least for Mitch.

Still, Mitch couldn't help but feel lonely as he scrolled through his mentions on Twitter. Normally, Scott would be at his side by now, interrogating him on the date and whether or not the boy was nice and if Mitch liked him. Mitch pretending to be annoyed at these, but he secretly liked them. It made him feel special to know that Scott cared about him enough to prevent him from dating someone and getting his heart broken. Scott had a good judge of character, and the one time Mitch hadn't listened to him, his heart had been shattered into a million pieces. Where most friends would've said, "I told you so," Scott didn't. He just held Mitch and ran his fingers through his hair and rubbed his back as the small boy cried in his arms.

Eventually, Mitch couldn't stand it anymore. He got up and slid his phone into his pocket, beginning to search the house for Scott.

Scott closed his eyes and curled up on the bed, holding one of Mitch's sweaters to his chest. He knew these next few weeks would be hard, so he decided to prepare himself by getting some of Mitch's clothes to cuddle with at night since he couldn't cuddle with the actual Mitch. He buried his face in the fabric and took in Mitch's familiar scent, swallowing the lump in his throat.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear the door open. Mitch breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Scott on his bed and walked over to him, sitting down on the edge. "Hey, Scotty. What's wrong?" Scott jumped and pushed himself away, hugging the sweater to his chest. "Nothing. I'm fine," he answered shortly, resisting the urge to ask about the date. Mitch frowned and tilted his head. "You don't seem fine. Is that my sweater?" Scott blushed and nodded, hiding his face in the fabric again. Mitch set his hand on Scott's leg, rubbing soft, comforting circles. "Scott, please talk to me. You only have my clothes when you're sad."

"I'll annoy you. It's all I ever do."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"I'm always annoying you. You hate me," Scott whimpered softly, burying his face deeper into the sweeter. Mitch frowned and shook his head, moving his hand up to slip under Scott's shirt. "No, Scotty, you don't annoy me. And I don't hate you. What's making you think this? Are you reading hate again?" he asked gently, but Scott shook his head. "No. You just never post pictures with me anymore and I'm always kissing you and hugging you and you seem annoyed. I'm sorry, I'm being rude. H-How was your date?"

"Fine, I guess. He was kind of a perv, though. He wanted me to come over tonight so he could 'show me a good time', but I have no desire to have my ass pounded into tonight. At least not by him." Mitch pushed him over and laid down beside him, taking his hand. "Scott, you don't annoy me. I promise. I've just been stressed from all of the work that we're doing for Superfruit and Pentatonix and everything. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to take it out on you," he murmured, kissing his fingers. Scott peeked up at him, a light blush dusting his cheeks. "Can we cuddle?"

"Of course." Mitch opened his arms for Scott, and the blond boy crawled into them pathetically, resting his head on his chest. Mitch wrapped his arms around him and ran his fingers through his hair, kissing his head. "I love you." Scott barely kept himself from flinching, knowing Mitch meant it only platonically. "I love you too," he replied softly, closing his eyes.

They were silent for a moment. Scott curled up in Mitch's arms, draping his arm over his waist. Mitch ran his hand up and down Scott's back, trying to suppress the urge to kiss him.

Scott had his eyes closed, so he wasn't expecting it at all when Mitch tilted his head up and connected their lips. His eyes widened in surprise, but he melted into the kiss and kissed back. Mitch slowly pushed him onto his back and straddled him, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Scott wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him closer, almost desperate. He craved Mitch's touch.

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Mitch sighed shakily and pulled out of him, flopping down beside him. Scott's breathing was ragged and shallow as he curled up against his chest, his eyes closed. Mitch slowly wrapped his arms around him and held him close, burying his face in his hair. "I love you," Scott whispered hoarsely, snuggling closer to him.

"I love you too, Scotty."