Disclaimer. Stuff gets dark and then is fine. Nothing terrible has actually happened to them or their families that I am aware of. It is all my imagination. I don't own ptx or any of that stuff.

SCOTT'S POV

Mitch left at about 6:00 pm for a date with his boyfriend of about two years, leaving me home alone, bored, and lonely. Naturally, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through various social media. I made sure that I had 'liked' every one of Mitch's Instagram posts, giving me an excuse to look at my beautiful best friend's pictures. I rolled on my back when I was done, and groaned. Mitch wouldn't be home for a long- As I had that thought, Mitch ran in through the front door, protecting his face from the snow with his hood. I looked at my phone's clock. 7 o'clock.

"You're home early." I called as he ran to his room. "Everything okay?" I walked to his door and tried the knob, finding it locked.

"Go away." Mitch's voice was soft, but really sad, leaving me feeling sad for him, wondering what could've happened.

"You sure? You'll feel better if you talk."

"I said go away!" Mitch yelled, a sob coming through.

"O-okay." I frowned as I sat, leaning on Mitch's door, listening. He was crying, saying things about his sister, but mostly sounding unintelligible. I had no idea what was going on, but I wanted to cry, just listening to him so miserable.

MITCH'S POV

I took off all of my clothes except for my boxers and sat on my bed, feeling bad for myself. I felt bad for yelling at Scott, my dad died last month, my sister had been diagnosed with cancer, and now my boyfriend dumped me and said that he'd found another guy! I slammed my face into my pillow and screamed, followed by more sobbing. After a few minutes, I stood up and walked to my dresser. I pulled out tweezers, felt the sharp ends, and smiled sadly. I made a long cut down my forearm, cherishing the pain. I grabbed disinfectant, and sprayed it on, savoring the sharp sting. I heard Scott knock again, and I wiped up the blood and stuffed the things where they belonged as I answered.

"What do you want?"

"You've been crying an awful long time. Do you want food? Starbucks? Anything?" Scott sounded desperate.

"No," I said coldly. I knew it was mean, but I didn't want to see anyone. I wanted to stay in bed and cry until I died.

SCOTT'S POV

I heard the way Mitch said no, and started to worry. I ran and got the key to his door. I quietly pushed it into the keyhole and felt it click open. I turned the knob and opened his door.

"Go away," Mitch said, turning his head away from me.

"C'mon. I'm worried about you! Tell me what happened." I sat next to him and wrapped my arms around him.

"Leave me-" Mitch tried to escape my arms, but I held on tightly, trying not to hurt him.

"Talk to me," I pulled him tighter, and he was almost on my lap. I stared running my fingers through his hair, and he let out a shaky sigh.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you." His voice was shaky, but he meant the apology.

"It's fine. Take deep breaths." I watched his back rise and fall as he breathed shakily.

"I- I- loved him. And he said that he didn't like me and he'd found another guy and that he didn't love me anymore and- and- I-" he disolved into more sobbing. I wrapped my arms tighter around him.

"Deep breaths," I repeated. I watched him slide under his blankets. I wrapped my whole body around his tiny, sobbing figure. "It's okay, baby," I whispered into his ears.

"I think- I think I love you. Like I loved him," Mitch whispered.

"Me, too." I gave Mitch a kiss on the top of his head, and he giggled a little bit, and I felt him melt even more into my arms.

"Do you wanna, um," Mitch finally looked up at me, his face red, partly from crying and partly because he was blushing.

"Not tonight."

"Okay."

MITCH'S POV

So, in under an hour, I went from crying about a breakup to falling in love with my best friend and roommate. Life is weird. I was under the warm blankets, embarrassed that I'd even consider doing it with Scott. We've done it before, but afterward we'd said never again and to forget about it. But he had said not tonight. Maybe another night? As I laid curled up in Scott's arms, I felt his breathing slow and he fell asleep. I smiled and fell asleep in his spoon.

In the morning, I realised that Scott had gotten up. I checked the time and saw that it was 9 o'clock am. I stumbled out of my room and found him watching YouTube on the TV.

"Hey, sleepyhead."

"Hey. We have recordings today at one."

"We've gotta call Kirstie and say we can't make it!"

"No, we should go."

"No. I wanna stay home with you," Scott groaned, pulling me onto the couch and tickling me.

"Stop it!" I yelled, and he kept tickling me. "Okay! We'll stay home!" I shouted, and he stopped tickling. "But you're calling Kirstie!"

"Fine." Scott pulled out his phone and called Kirstie on speaker. "Hey. So, Mitch and I can make it to recording today."

"Why?" Kirstie asked.

"My voice isn't doing so well." Which was true.

"At least come so that we can arrange more, even if we don't record anything."

"Kirstie. Mitch's boyfriend broke up with him last night, and he cried his eyes out. We need some time at home to do nothing, okay?" Scott almost yelled.

"Why didn't you say so? I'll call the others and tell them that it's off today!" Kirstie hung up with that.