Short and rather pointless, but this is a thing with me and my best friend so I wanted to write it! Hope you enjoyed it, though!

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Mitch was completely and utterly terrified.

He'd been told his entire life by his family and friends that he was so confident and loud, so wild and funny.

But the second he was put it an unfamiliar place, all of his quirks locked themselves away and refused to present themselves to make him more comfortable. He was sitting in the choir room as the director went on a long rant about a church an upcoming performance was at.

Mitch's anxiety kept bubbling up and he would occasionally hyperventilate, but then take a silent deep breath to relax himself. He saw people that seemed to be popular, Kirstie, Kevin. They seemed to attract people like sunlight and make them feel warm.

Mitch would occasionally try and sneak into conversation with them, and they would talk to him like a brother. But the second his mouth ran dry, his personality would recoil back into its tightened shell.

Mitch felt his heat beat thumping in his chest, making him fear if an actual heart attack. He remembered something he was told once. And he began humming his favorite song.

A song called Light In The Hallway by the famous singer, Avi Kaplan.

He hummed it quietly, hoping nobody could hear him. Which wasn't too hard since he sat in the back corner. Although, the boy sitting next to him glanced over. It made Mitch freeze briefly, but he continued to hum.

And then the boy stared humming along with a small smile.

Mitch smiled, feeling a breeze of calmness briefly run through his body. He couldn't recall the name of the boy right away.

Sam?
Rick?
Brock?

He shook his head slightly, deeming it unimportant.

He continued to hum with the boy sitting next to him, a smile on his face.

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At the point of break, Mitch sat alone at a table eating a bag of crisps. He watched as other interacted, singing dramatically before erupting with giggled and laughter.

He was quite startled when someone sat down in front of him.
"Hey." He said. Mitch met eyes with him.

"Hi."

He replied back nervously, hoping his tone wasn't showing it.
Mitch looked at the shirt the boy was wearing, and a small smile grew on his face.
"You like Lindsey Stirling?" He asked. Scott glanced down at his shirt, the art of the violinist portrayed on the fabric.

He made eye contact with Mitch and smiled.
"Love her." Mitch nodded slightly, a grin on his face.
"Me too."

Their conversation seemed to go quiet, but the silence was very friendly to them both.

Mitch was still struggling with his name, though. It was on the tip of his tongue.
He then saw Kirstie skipping over with a large smile.

"Hey, Scooter."

Oh... so it was scooter.

"Oh, hey. Also, I told you to stop calling me that."
He grumbled annoyedly. Mitch sighed mentally.

Dang it. What's his name?
Kirstie giggled and ruffled his hair. "Whatever. Anyway, do you wanna sing a duet with me for the performance? Mister Ezzywai has the sign up sheet over there." she asked hopefully.

Mitch watched as the boy thought about it for a moment before shrugging with a smile.
"Yeah, sure." Kirstie giggled happily and went over to the sheet, but didn't make it far since Scott grabbed her hand to stop her.

"Hey, Mitch, do you wanna preform with us?" He asked. Mitch felt himself growing red in the face at this simple question.
"U-um... i-i don't want to annoy Kirstie or anything." He stammered. Kirstie rolled her eyes playfully and shook her head.

"Of course you won't. I'd love too, your voice is angelic. And to be honest, I think we'd be good friends. Please?" Mitch felt his heart race, and he nodded subtly.

The boy smiled and let go of Kirstie's hand, and she left to go sigh then up.
"Sorry if I put you in the spot there." He said timidly.

Mitch shook his head and laughed a bit awkwardly.
"N-no, its fine..." he replied back easily. He was still annoyed that he couldn't remember his name, though. And he didn't want to embarrass himself by asking.

"So, why the nickname Scooter?" Mitch asked with a playful smile. The boy laughed and rolled his eyes.
"I don't know. She just likes to annoy me by calling me every name that isn't my own." He replied back with a light laugh.

Mitch played along.
"Yeah, its not like your name is complicated or anything." He said.

Wait, what if his name actually is complicated?

The boy scoffed with a smile.
"I know, right? You don't need to be a rocket scientist to pronounce the name, 'Scott.'"

Mitch laughed as if it was the funniest joke he'd ever heard. Mainly because he was relieved he got his name, and once he did, he quite liked it.

Mitch, Scott, and Kirstie.

He liked it.

Mitch and Scott.

He actually quite liked it a lot.

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