Mitch put on another shirt, looking at himself in the mirror. 'I look disgusting.' He thought, pulling on a large hoodie instead.
"Hey, Mitchy!" Scott said. "I got pizza!"
Mitch grinned, but it faltered. "Scott, um, what kind of pizza did you get?"
Scott was already eating a large slice. "Baby, it's our cheat day! C'mon! You love pizza!"
"I'm okay." Mitch said, grabbing a salad.
"Mitchy?" Scott said.
"Hey, I'm gonna go to the gym, I'll be home soon!" Mitch said, grabbing his keys.
"Babe!"
"Bye!"
        Mitch took a deep breath. "Why can't he just leave me alone?"
He went to the gym, doing every kind of workout imaginable.
He got off one of the bikes, stumbling.
"Woah! You okay?" A guy asked.
"Y...yeah, I'm fine." Mitch said. "Just a little dizzy."
"Okay, sit down. EMMA!"
A girl ran over, wearing a gym worker outfit. "Yeah, Riley? Oh no, what happened?"
"Nothing, just this guy got dizzy."
"I'm fine!" Mitch exclaimed, standing up quickly, almost falling on the girl.
"Okay, I'm getting you water." The girl said. "Riley, c'mon!"
"K, I'm coming!" The guy said.
   Mitch hurried out of the gym, getting in his car, and downing the water he had left in one of the cupholders.
He drove home, sneaking inside, and getting in the shower.
    Scott was in his room, editing a video, when he heard the shower shut off.
He waited, then went into Mitch's room.
Mitch hummed to himself quietly, already wearing a pair of jeans, looking through the big hoodies he usually wore.
  Scott walked up behind his boyfriend, putting his arms around him. "Hey, beautiful."
"Scott, what the heck are you doing?" Mitch asked. "I'm trying to get dressed!"
"Please don't wear a giant hoodie." Scott said, burying his face in Mitch's neck.
"Scott, I don't look good in other stuff."
"Yes you do, I love you."
"You love me, not my body! I'm ugly!"
Scott turned Mitch around suddenly. "Don't you dare say that about my boyfriend." He shoved Mitch against the wall. "You're beautiful, you're hot, you're sexy, I could go on and on about you."
Scott ran his hand up Mitch's chest. "Why can't you love yourself as much as I love you?"
Mitch shook his head. "I...I don't know, I just hate myself sometimes."
"Bed talk." Scott said, pulling his boyfriend onto his bed. "How could you hate yourself?" He ran his fingers up and down Mitch's tattoos. "You have beautiful tatts, you have a gorgeous body, and let's talk about that sass!"
Mitch smiled a little, as Scott pulled him closer.
"I love you, how many f--king times do I gotta tell you that till you believe it?"
"I believe you." Mitch said.
Scott smiled, kissing him, running his hands up and down his boyfriend's body.
Mitch smiled too, finally feeling the word Scott always called him: beautiful.