Hey, everyone! My apologies; this oneshot is a little late. THIS SHALL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN! Promise! :) I've just been so busy writing other stuff lately (if y'all want some more Scomiche that's written by me along with a little fantasy twist, go check out The Forest of Orbis. It's still in its beginning stages, but that little story is chugging steadily along).

The summary: Honestly, just a short, sweet, fluffy oneshot about certain foods that the members of PTX are obsessed with. I know that Scott, Mitch, and Kevin's favorite foods that are listed below are accurate, but I'm not so sure about Avi and Kirstie's. So I made theirs up!

Thank you for all of your reviews, favorites, and follows! Enjoy!

"We're having an emergency!" Mitch spat into his phone. "Get your ass plus Avi and Kevin over to the apartment ASAP, sister!"

He could hear Kirstin shuffling around, probably grabbing her purse, keys, and favorite facial expression to wear; determination. Her voice said back just as sharply, "What happened? Should I bring anything special?" She asked this because she might need to grab a first-aid kit or something to that extent. Her friend seemed panicked and concerned.

"Yeah. Tell Meat and Potatoes to bring their favorites foods and some sleeping bags. You too." The countertenor returned, his tone steely.

There was a muffled crackling. Mitch could picture the mezzo pausing in her tracks out of confusion.

"Favorite foods and sleeping bags...wha-"

"No time to explain!" He cut her off before her question could be formed. "Just be here, 'kay? Hurry."

"Alright, Mitch, whatever you say." In the next second the line went dead. The singer checked his phone to make sure, nodded, and then punched in a number that he knew by heart. Three down, one to go. This was a lot easier than he thought it was going to be.

Ringing filled one of Mitch's ears, shrill and annoying. He tapped his foot impatiently. Where had Scott said he'd gone off to today? Wasn't he working on something with Esther or something-

A semi-deep voice sounded through the phone. "Hi, queen. What's up?"

"You need to come home right now."

"It's your day to clean the litter box, therefore you have no proper reason to kill me. And I fed Wyatt before I left this afternoon. So ha!"

"Whatever, Hoying. Please come home? This is really serious. Avi, Kevin, and Kirstie are on their way already."

"...what happened? Are you okay?"

"I won't be if you don't move that fantastic butt that God gave you and get home right now. It's urgent."

Static-y conversation between Scott and Esther was heard by Mitch, though he could only make out bits and pieces of what they were talking about (something to do with sunscreen, pancakes, and blankets. Weird people, those two are). It took a moment, but the baritone put the phone back to his ear and replied, "Okay. I'll be there in twenty minutes."

"Great! Bye babe!" The brunette hastily bid his goodbye and pressed the End Call button.

Immediately he let out a long sigh of relief. Phew. The difficult part was over. Now it was time to set up.

Mitch ran around his apartment as quickly as he could and attempted to do multiple things at once; move the coffee table so there was room for the group to all sit on the floor, picking up a meowing Wyatt from his place on top of the bookshelf and setting him on the couch, cleaning the kitchen, and finally sprinting into his room to change his clothes. Currently he was in his rehearsal clothes (jeans, a cute red button-up, and Converse) and scrabbled to get into something more comfortable.

By the time that the doorbell rang the small singer had put everything in its place and was ready to answer it. He opened the door calmly to meet the startled, eager eyes of four of his closest friends, all clutching sleeping bags and random items of food.

"We came as fast as we could." Kevin said to break the silence. The others nodded, a little surprised that Mitch didn't look as urgent as they had expected.

"Great." His high voice replied. He opened the door further. "C'mon in, peasants."

Nobody moved.

"Uh...what's the emergency?" Avi's deep tone sounded as he raised an eyebrow. By the looks of it, there were no broken bones, blood, or gore. Then again, why would they need sleeping bags and snacks to tackle broken bones, blood, or gore? "We came as fast as we could."

"If you would come into the damn apartment, I'd tell you what the emergency was." Mitch opened the door further.

One by one, the members of Pentatonix entered the space. Scott was the last to come in but the first to send his other half a knowing look. In response Mitch grinned up at him, stood on his toes, and gave the blonde a light kiss. The two had been dating of a few weeks now, and reveled in the fact that they could kiss the other whenever they wanted. Another plus was that their lips could meet without somebody sending them a weird look.

Moments later, the groups had laid down their sleeping bags in the place where the coffee table used to be, opening bags of snacks and passing them around so they could have something to do with their hands as they waited. Mitch (predictably) sat in Scott's lap, the baritone winding an arm around his waist so that he wouldn't slip off.

"Ok, Mitch." Kevin popped a piece of popcorn (he was pretty much obsessed with the treat) in his mouth and crunched on it thoughtfully. "What's up? Did you and Scott have a fight and want to talk about it?"

There was a snort from above the brunette's head. "Since when has that ever happened?"

No one said anything because it was true. Even after the pair had transitioned from being best friends to actual boyfriends, they never fought. Ever. About anything. Maybe about which person standing in front of them in their favorite clothing store had the weirdest haircut, but that didn't count.

"Someone was nasty to you, made you cry, and now you want to confide in us?"

This time it was Mitch's turn to snort. "Yeah, sure. Poor little defenseless me. Keep thinking that's going to happen, Avi."

"You have a really awesome song idea that you think could be a hit and you want our approval?"

"Nope."

"You killed somebody?"

"If I did you would never know or find the body."

Kirstie rolled her eyes. "Then what did you yank us all away from our schedules for? I have to go over some wedding plans with Jeremy, Kevin has a cello class that he has to teach later, Avi's making a video for A Cappella Academy that he's gotta film, and Scott was out with Esther shopping for new microphones. What's the emergency? We have stuff we have to do."

Her uncharacteristic snapping caused an equally uncharacteristic scowl to form on the countertenor's features. The expression looked wrong on his normally neutral face. "There is no emergency."

A chorus of groans and irritated huffing was the response he got. The group started to get up and snatch their things, preparing to leave and get back to their busy lives; Scott made a move to jostle his boyfriend off of him, though he did so with an apologetic glance, not a frown or annoyed sound.

"Sit your asses back down right the hell now!" Mitch commanded. His tone was serious and no-nonsense. That meant that he was in Queen Mitch mode, and anyone who dared to defy his orders would surely be sorry.

Reluctantly, the other four-fifths of Pentatonix sat back down.

Mitch lifted his head regally. "Now share your snacks like good little boys and girls and let me speak."

They shared their snacks like good little boys and girls and let him speak.

"I told you guys that there was an emergency because I had to get us all together in one place." He began, leaning against his warm boyfriend. Scott pressed his mouth to the dark brown locks that rested on top of his counterparts head and shifted his weight. A silent message that he was going to get up. He did so, leaving Mitch on the floor, and went to the kitchen. "Kirstie just proved my point; we've all been so damn busy that we can't even spend time together anymore, just the five of us. I had to tell you guys there was an emergency to convince you to come over. How sad is that, queen?"

All slowly agreed that yes, that was pretty sad, queen.

"So I want us to sit here for at least..." He peeked at the watch he had on his right wrist. "Thirty minutes. And talk. Then we can get back to the insanity that is our lives."

"Talk about what?" Avi carefully extracted a licorice strand from the package. Grinning, Kevin threw a popcorn kernel at the bass, who smiled and unexpectedly caught it in his mouth. Kirstie, despite herself, giggled.

The small man wracked his brain for a topic. "We could talk about...um..." At that moment, Scott walked back into the room carrying a spoon and a large jar of peanut butter. "We could talk about why we're so obsessed with certain foods. Babe, why on earth are you so attached to peanut butter?"

Everybody turned to stare at the tall blonde who instantly got a deer-in-the-headlights expression. He couldn't speak because his mouth was so full of nutty goodness, so when he attempted to do so this came out: "Mmmhhhrpp?"

Kevin coughed once to cover his chortle, but when Scott got a frustrated/concentrated look to his features as he tried to get peanut butter unstuck from the roof of his mouth, the beat boxer couldn't take it anymore and burst into laughter. Mitch joined him after a second. Come on! That was too funny!

Finally Scott managed to swallow the giant mouthful he had ingested, giggling a little as well. "Because, Mitchie, it's so good. Plus there's a crapton of protein in peanut butter. How else do you think I get these muscles?" He used one of his arms to flex, the other to both hold the jar, dip his spoon back into it, and shove it into his mouth. That only made Kevin and Mitch laugh harder.

"What about you, Mitch? I've never seen you obsess over any food." Kirstin was glad to have a topic to chat about. She had to admit, it was nice to just goof off with her friends a not worry about anything for a short while.

"I eat bags of shredded cheese." He said after his giggles subsided and he had thought for a moment. Shredded cheese wasn't too weird. Everybody likes cheese.

"Yeah." Scott said coherently around his peanut butter. "When you're drunk."

Now Avi joined the growing laughter.

"Hey!" Mitch smacked his other half's arm. "I don't just eat shredded cheese when I'm drunk! I eat other stuff besides that."

Scott was on a roll now. "Uh-huh. He pretty much drains the salsa bowl."

"HAHAHA!" Kirstie clutched her sides as her ha-ha-ha-ing made her ribs hurt. "That's so weird! Why salsa? You couldn't pick something like nachos or whatever?"

"Salsa is good!" The tiny man defended. "Scott, I'm going to kill you!" He launched himself at the blonde, who had sat on the floor next to him. Setting his peanut butter aside so it wouldn't tip over, he caught his lover and they wrestled playfully.

"Scott can't live without peanut butter, Mitch is crazy about salsa and shredded cheese, and Curvy inhales popcorn literally every single day." The bassist counted off on his fingers as he raised his voice over the sounds of the tussling match.

Kevin looked up from his bag o' popcorn. "How did you know that?"

"I live with you, first of all. Second, you always buy it when we go to the store, and third, you're eating it right now."

"Popcorn isn't too strange." The mezzo nodded, tucking her knees underneath her chin.

Scott, breathless from rolling around with his partner, called from his spot on top of said partner, "At least it's not as weird as salsa or shredded-ack!" Mitch had been slyly biting the shell of the baritone's ear, and had switched from that to a sensitive spot by his neck. The taller man rolled them back over and they resumed play fighting.

"I really like chocolate." Kirstie admitted, smiling at her two occupied best friends. Avi and Kevin heartily agreed. "One time Jeremy got me this really nice box that had caramel, mint, and strawberry filled chocolate pieces, and it was really good. I had to keep it out of the dogs reach, though. They always begged me whenever I took out the box."

"How's Olaf adjusting to the new dog?" Avi questioned. He was now braiding three pieces of licorice together (when you have a sister, and that sister is Esther, you learn quite a few things).

"Well enough. They're both still getting used to being in a fresh environment."

Suddenly, uncontrollable laughter sounded to the group's right. Scott had resorted to tickling the small countertenor, thereby forcing his high-pitched voice to gasp, "I give in! I give in!"

Chuckling (though he was breathing hard), the baritone crawled off of his boyfriend and smirked. "I win."

"Whatever!" Mitch panted, heaving himself into a sitting position. Even if he meant to kid, the taller man could clearly see that his teasing had upset his other half a little bit, and took his thin arm to tug him close. Kissing him firmly, Scott said, "I was joking. You know I support you in all of your endeavors."

A grumbling noise answered him. Scott silenced this with another kiss.

"I will say that I like ribs." Avi contemplated this thought a bit longer. "Yeah, that's my signature food. Ribs. Drenched in barbecue sauce."

"Did you ever think that baby back ribs ever came from a babies back?" Kevin asked curiously.

"...no. Did you?"

"Uh..."

Kirstie and Avi started laughing again.

"Hey guys." Mitch's voice broke through the comfortable bubble of conversation. The three singers gave him their attention. His face was flushed a light pink, his breathing slightly toiled, and his eyes struggling to remain fully open and not half-lidded. They could see why; Scott had attached his mouth to the brunette's olive-colored neck. That was probably pretty distracting. "Great talk. Thirty minutes is up. If you don't mind, the Queen would now like some privacy with her King. We can catch up later, yeah?"

They quickly picked up what their friend was putting down. They also hurried to pick up their food, sleeping bags, and other things. Kevin was the first one to say his goodbye (not astoundingly) and dragged Avi out the door with him. Kirstie gave a wave that was returned, before she closed the door behind her.

Mitch unwillingly broke away from his partner's embrace to lock the door and begin a night of fun.

Outside, as the three made their way down the stairs, Kevin asked another question. "Has Scott or Mitch ever talked to you about their relationship?"

Kirstie, holding her Almond Joy bar close to her chest (and also used to the sudden changes in conversation topics), replied, "Yeah, of course. They're completely in love with each other."

"No, no, that's not what I meant. Have they ever explained how kissing is supposed to make you feel?"

The mezzo stopped in her tracks in the middle of the stairway to send Kevin a weird look. Avi knew what his best friend was trying to ask without asking and explained to her, "Kevin went on a date the other night and kissed the girl. But he said he didn't feel anything."

"Ooh." Kirstie nodded in understanding. She continued to rush down the stairwell (the damned elevator was broken). "Well, Mitch told me that sometimes when Scott kisses him, he feels kinda drunk."

"So..." The beat boxer grinned. "After they make out he eats salsa and shredded cheese?"

Their roaring laughter could be heard from at least four blocks away.