(A/N, I recently watched Back To The Future, so I thought this would be a fun idea! Hope you like it!)

            It was 2020, and Mitch sat in his house, looking through his phone.
He was single, he had been for a long time.
Mitch smiled a little, looking at a picture from 2016, it was from a concert he didn't remember, but he liked it.

I should've told him, why'm I such a b--ch and didn't tell him! Mitch thought.
    His thoughts scattered when his phone went off.
Mitch went on his texts, seeing messages from Kevin.
Kev: MITCH! COME OVER NOW!
M: why?
Kev: just come over!!!!!
       Mitch drove for forty five minutes to get to Kevin's house, wondering what the heck his friend wanted.
"Kev, I'm here!" Mitch called.
"I'M OUT BACK!" Kevin called back.
   Mitch went to the backyard, his jaw dropping. "What the hell?"
There was a Mercedes in the lawn, but it had wires, and all sorts of things on it. "Kevin?"
"Mitch! You know that project I've been working on?" Kevin said.
"Yeah?"
"This is it!"
"A wired Mercedes?" Mitch asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"No! I found out how to time travel!" Kevin exclaimed. "I already tried it and it works!"
"Oh my gosh, that's awesome!" Mitch said. "Wait, Kevin?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you send me back in time to 2016?"
"Sure, why?"
"I'm gonna change the future."
  "Hold it, shorty." Kevin said, whirling around. "You can't change the future! So many things could go wrong!"
"Calm down, Kev, I'm changing one thing." Mitch said. "I won't bother anyone."
"Alright, in you go." Kevin said, opening the car door. "You gotta get it to 80, then you're good."
Mitch nodded, closing the door. "See you in a few."
    Mitch sped down the road, the car's speed getting higher and higher.
78, 79, 80
The car suddenly was speeding down the same road, Mitch hitting the brakes as hard as he could.
  "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh." He said, getting out.
"Hey! You!" Mitch called.
A man turned around.
"Can I check the time on your phone? I misplaced mine."
The man nodded, holding his phone out to Mitch.
Oh my gosh, it's 2016. He thought. "Thanks, man."
         Mitch drove to his and Scott's old house, parking next to his old car.
"Key under the flowerpot." He said to himself, unlocking the door.
Mitch walked in the house, Wyatt running up to him.
"Oh my gosh, hi, baby." He said, picking the cat up.
   "Who the f--k is in my house?" A high pitched voice called, walking in. "Who the hell are you?"
"Hi, um, I'm Scott's friend." Mitch said.
"Oh, hi! I'm Mitch." 2016 Mitch Grassi said. "Scott's out right now, flea treatment for Wyatt."
"Wyatt doesn't have fleas." Mitch blurted out. "He's growing hair."
"What? But he's a hairless cat!"
"I know, just shave him."
"Okay, thanks." 2016 Mitch said. "I like your mullet by the way, it's cool."
"Thanks, I like your hair." Mitch said, gesturing to his past self's dyed blonde hair.
2016 Mitch smiled. "Thanks, um, sorry, I have no idea what to say, Scott normally does this kinda thing."
    "I actually wanted to talk to you about Scott." Mitch said.
"What about him?"
"Do you love him?"
2016 Mitch blushed. "As a friend."
"No, more than that."
"Yeah, I do."
Mitch smiled. "Tell him that!"
"Oh my gosh, I can't!" 2016 Mitch exclaimed.
"Why not?"
"I just can't!"
"C'mon, Mitch, you can do it!" Mitch said, feeling strange about saying his own name. "Look, why can't you?"
"What if he doesn't feel the same way?"
  Mitch closed his eyes, he knew that thought way too well. It had replayed in his mind since he had met Scott. "Then you'll know."
2016 Mitch sighed. "How'm I gonna tell him?"
"I've got the perfect plan." Mitch said. "Wait right here."
           He ran upstairs, searching through his old closet.
Cloud sweater, cloud sweater. He thought over and over again. "MITCH!"
2016 Mitch ran upstairs. "What?"
"Where's Scott's cloud sweater?"
"He's wearing it, why do you need it?"
"Um, no reason." Mitch said. "Hey, if you're ever cleaning out your closet, don't throw it away."
2016 Mitch raised his eyebrows. "Um, okay? Now what's the plan?"
  Mitch closed his eyes. "You're just gonna straight up tell him."
"So he's gonna walk in with flea treatment for Wyatt, and I'm gonna f--king walk up to Scott and say 'hey I love you'?" 2016 Mitch asked. "Nope, not happening!"
   "Mitch, c'mon." Mitch said. "Get it together, you're gonna regret it later."
2016 Mitch looked up. "How do you know?"
Mitch sighed. "I just do. So, you gonna tell him."
"Yeah, but you're gonna help me."
Mitch smiled. "Deal."
               "K, what are my lines?" 2016 Mitch asked.
"No, Mitchell," Mitch said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "They're not lines, they're words from the heart."
"Then why the hell are we practicing?"
Mitch sighed. "Cause you asked to. Anyway, when Scott walks in, you're gonna talk, then you're gonna tell him that you love him."
2016 Mitch shook his head. "You make it sound so f--king easy!"
"Look, you're gonna be nervous, that's what makes it more from the heart." Mitch said, putting his hands on his past self's shoulders. "You're gonna be fine."
2016 Mitch sighed. "Okay, I'll do it."
   "MITCH! I'M HOME!" 2016 Scott yelled from outside.
"C'mon in!" 2016 Mitch called back, picking up Wyatt.
Mitch hid, watching what was about to go down.
"K, I got the flea treatment for WyWy." 2016 Scott said, holding up the small bottle.
"I think he's just growing hair, there's a patch on his side." 2016 Mitch said.
"Damnit, Wyatt! You're supposed to be hairless!"
"Hey, Scott, can we talk?"
Mitch smiled, watching tentatively.
"Sure, what's up?"
"I love you, like more than a friend." 2016 Mitch said. "I have for a long time."
2016 Scott smiled. "I love you too, Mitchy, have for a long time."
   Both Mitchs gasped. "Really?"
"Yeah! Hasn't it been obvious?"
2016 Mitch hugged his friend. "Do you wanna be my boyfriend?"
"I'd love to." 2016 Scott said.
                Mitch ran outside, grinning like an idiot.
He got in the car, getting it up to a 80.
"Did it work?" Kevin asked.
"I think." Mitch said. "I gotta get home."
          Mitch opened his door, everything dark and quiet.
"Damnit." He muttered.
He suddenly felt two arms around his waist, someone picking him up.
"What the hell!?" He screamed.
"Happy anniversary, baby!" Scott exclaimed, handing Mitch roses.
"Oh my gosh, it worked!" He said.
"What?"
"Nothing." Mitch said, as Wyatt rubbed against his legs. "I love you to f--king much!"
Scott smiled, kissing Mitch.