"Hi guys!" Mitch smiled and waved, his camera persona manifesting. He tended to be way sunnier, more sassy, and obnoxious on camera, even though he fought to curb the habit. He had to be real today.

"Hi and welcome to Superfruit: the best show on the internet!" Scott made an animated arm-flap that kind of resembled a wave, "My name is… Llllarynx."

"My name is… What?" Mitch frowned, then laughed as his partner in crime, who only shrugged in apathy.

"I don't even know."

"My name is Esophagus, and we're next to each other." Okay. That had to be one of the weirder ones they'd chosen, but he rolled with it, "Still remember that from, what? Third grade?"

"You guys, we have exciting news," Scott slapped his thighs.

"What? I want you to tell me."

"PTX vol. IV is out, and I want you to buy it, the link is in the description below, you better buy it or else."

Mitch noticed that Scott tended to talk in run-on sentences and his face went slightly pink when he was nervous. He was right to be nervous, and Mitch shared his chest-flutter and his shallow breaths. He was having trouble acting normal too and found himself picking at his Vetements. The new album wasn't the only new thing that they were going to address.

"So," Scott gave Mitch that goofy, endearing grin, "We have something special for you today. Want to tell them, Mitchy?"

"I mean, I don't know what you want me to say," He blushed, though it wasn't quite as evident on his tan skin as it was on Scott's pasty freckled cheeks, and he tried to hide it by playing with his septum piercing. He was grateful for the foundation he'd smudged on that hid a little of the pink.

"We're gonna play a game. One we've been wanting to do for forever, but never really have. It's called the," He gave Mitch a look, urging him to join him in saying the words.

"The Chapstick Challenge," Their unison came in a singsong way that was almost like a harmony.

Mitch turned to Scott, whispering urgently, "Are you sure you want to show this? Let's do the Shopkins idea," he gestured to the plastic bag full of kid's toys. Plan A was that they'd goof off with the weird doohickeys, but somehow plan B had surfaced.

"Why? Are you okay to do the chapstick one?" He joined Mitch away from the camera, knowing that he'd edit this bit out of the feed, but it still made him feel strange.

"Yeah. Just, are you sure you want to tell them?"

"What're you afraid of?"

"The fans are fucking scary. Haven't you noticed? They'll freak. OUT. Probably, I don't know, murder us or something."

"Don't be such a downer. Do you want to keep hiding it instead?"

Mitch shrugged, acknowledging his point with a raised eyebrow. His hoodie was starting to get uncomfortably warm, but he didn't bother taking off. Instead he turned back to the camera, that fake smile growing on his face again, "You guys. The Chapstick fucking Challenge," He didn't make any effort to filter his profanity, but he knew already that this episode was going to be chock-full of their little censoring strawberries, "We've been waiting to do this one for maybe forever, so we thought we'd surprise you with some gay boy action."

"So real quick before you go crazy in the comments, we have something to announce:" He gave Mitch a loving glance that he knew he made way too often, but he didn't even care anymore. It was real. They were broadcasting it, "Scomiche is,"

"Real." They both said in unison, then paused. Mitch imagined Scott would edit some fireworks in there or something.

"So in honor of this momentous occasion, we thought we'd play this little video that a fan made. Don't ask me who. I don't remember." This made Mitch giggle, even though it wasn't even that funny. Scott had a way of doing that. Then they left a blank for the clip someone had put together of all the times they'd said or implied that "Scomiche is real" in old Superfruit episodes.

This was crazy. This was crazy. Were they really going to do it? Maybe he wasn't ready to go public with this and expose that much of himself to their fans. Mitch wanted to back out, to make an excuse and turn off the camera, delete the feed, and start over. But then why was he still grinning like a dork? Or watching those incredible lips as they joked at the camera? Or those eyes, crinkled at the corners as he turned to him and cracked a lousy pun. The way his hand covered his mouth when he laughed. Scott was an actual cupcake, and the way he giggled always made Mitch smile. He just wanted to grab that prickly jaw, comb his fingers through his tamed wave of a quiff, and…

"... So we bought all these weird, nasty chapstick flavors, Mitchy's gonna go first, and he's gonna, um," He tripped over his words, tangling them up in an unintelligible stutter, resulting in another adorable laugh.

"I'm gonna kiss him, you guys." Mitch finished, "And try to guess the flavor."

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Here's a fun little drabble, inspired by those boys and their nasty taunting. I'll be continuing the story, so don't go anywhere! Leave a review to tell me what you think, and enjoy!

I don't own Pentatonix. I just love them to death!