SHY.2 GOT FREAKING DELETED SO YEAH I'LL REWRITE THAT AND POST IT ASAP.

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Mitch woke up thirty minutes before his alarm, and failed in falling back asleep. He was mind enough to not wake up his husband, Scott, but was still in a bad mood. He decided to lighten up his mood by eating Mint chocolate icecream...who cares if it's five-am?

He took hisvphone from the side table and turned his alarm off.

He quietly slipped out of Scott's arms and off the bed, sliding on his slippers and tip toed out of their bedroom. As he left the room, he failed to notice wyatt laying in front of the door. He tripped over the naked cat and collided with the ground.

"Ow, crap, crap, crap..." He murmured in pain as he rubbed his knee, he prayed Scott hadn't heard him since he knew his husband was still getting over a cold and needed rest. He shaking got up and shook his leg to attempt to shake the pain out. He, with a sigh, continued his walk down the hall and to the kitchen and scrambled to find the light switch since he hated the dark, it slipped from his mind that his eyes were adjusted to the dark, so when he flipped the plastic switch on, his eyes burned from the blazing light.

"Ow, God!" He exclaimed as he turned the lights off. "What the f--." He said as his eyes watered from the light. He made his way tothe fridge and slowly opened the door to more prepare himself to the fridge light. He let his eyes trail down the fridge, but plastered biggest from known to man when he found that no icecream was there.

"God, if you love me..." He said as he searched behind frozen snowpeas and hot pockets but was yet to find the desert. "You know what? It's fine, ill just eat cereal..." He often spoke out loud when he was alone for the fact that he hated being by himself.

He grabbed Lucky Charms but noticed it was unusually light. He inhaled a long deep breath when he found out it was empty. He counted to ten in his head to prevent himself from chucking the glass bowl at the wall.

After thirty minutes and half a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch, his husband walked down the hallway, stretching his arms behind his head and sighing. Mitch smiled, finally he wasn't alone and perhaps Scott could make his day better.

"Morning, my love. How are you feeling?" Mitch asked as Scott gave Mitch a kiss on the head as he walked passed him to get to the kitchen. "Alot better, thankfully. I think the cold has finally gone." He informed Mitch, opening the fridge.

"That's a relief. Hey, can you pick up more mint chocolate chip ice cream today? We're out." Scott nodded as he pulled out a hot pocket from the freezer.

"Course." He agreed. Mitch glanced at his watch and groaned. "I honestly just want to quit music and sleep forever." Mitch said as he stood up with his bowl in hand, walking over and putting it in the sink.

"No, you don't. You'd get bored of sleeping." Mitch chuckled and nodded. "Very true. It's hard to keep a gal occupied." He said, Scott chuckled.

"I'm gonna get changed." Mitch told Scott as he turned to return to their bedroom. "No, wait for me!" Scott said as he pressed 'start' on the microwave.

Mitch rolled his eyes but waited for him to catch up. "Pervert."

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After Mitch left for work, his day only got worse. Two miles away from the studio, his car broke down. He called a tow truck, and when the guy towed his car, he said it was almost his lunch break so he refused to drive Mitch the two miles to his work. Mitch was furious and reached in his pocket for his phone to call Kirstie, he realized he left his phone in his car.

So, Mitch walked two miles in nintyfour degree weather in jeans and sweater... what? It's always sweater weather. He finally arived, on the verge of a mental breakdown utility managed to keep himself together. He went straight to Kirstie office, not bothering to knock and walked right inside to see Kirstie sorting through black CD's.

"Morning, Mitch- oh, wow. You're a mess." He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I know. I don't feel like talking about it. Can I borrow your phone? I need to call Scott." He asked, without hesitation she handed him her phone.

He smiled gratefully at his best friend before clicking on Scott's work contact. The phone rang three times before a congested females voice replied.

"Scott Grassi-Hoying Internation Design, how may I help you?" Mitch rode his eyes at his snobby and flirty assistant. She seemed to not understand what "gay and married" meant.

"Hi, Tina. It's Mitch, is Scott available?" He asked eagerly. "I'm afraid not, he's taking a break. He just got out of a long meeting." Mitch scoffed but also furrowed his eyebrows. "Yeah, he doesn't have any meetings today. And I'm his husband, give him the phone." Mitch said in a frustrated tone.

"Sorry, another call is coming in."

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Mitch gasped, Kirstie heard everything, too. "I will literally and figuratively cut her." Kirstie said. Mitch fought the urge to cry, but calmly handed his phone back to Kirstie. "I refuse to deal with this thirsty girl bullshit. I'm just gonna record." He grunted, handing her her phone and storming out before she could say a word.

"Hey, Mitch!" Avi greeted. Mitch smiled, "hey, Av. How are you?" Avi scratched the back of his head nervously. "I'm great, but..." Mitch tilted his head slightly, "but?"

"The songs we recorded yesterday somehow got deleted." Mitch ran a hand over his face. "are you kidding me?" Avi shook his head "we're gonna have to record like, seven freaking songs!" He exclaimed angrily.

"Okay, you know what? What's done is done, let's get to work."

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Mitch, after ten hours of recording and rerecording and emails, two meetings, one brainstorming session, and no break downs, Mitch finally could leave. He had Kirstie drop him off at his house sincr she lived a few houses down from him, and he was relieved that Scott was already up.

And he was also realized that he managed to not have an emotional breakdown.

He walked inside and instantly smiled at Scott who was watching "drag race." Scotts eyes lits up as he saw the love of his life. "Welcome back, my angel." Scott said as he stood up and greeted his husband with a hug and kiss.

Mitch sighed in relief at the immediate relaxation that flew through his body. He inhaled Scott's comforting scene as he hugged him, lettings stress melt away. "How has your day been?" Scott asked, Mitch groaned just as they thought of his miserable day.

"Ill tell you later. Right now, all I need is mint chocolate chip ice cream." Mitch said as he walked to the kitchen. Scott slapped a hand on his forehead and sighed dramatically. "I'm so sorry, Angel. I totally forgot to pick some up."

Mitch froze in his tracks. He felt all of the anger and sadness he felt throughout the day collapse on him. "You...you what?" He asked, his voice cracking at the end of his sentence.

"Yeah, I'm so sorry. Ill get some tomorrow." And then, right then and tgere...

Mitch burst out in tears.

Scott's eyes widened as he saw the action and instanly ran toward him to give him a hug as his husband sobbed. "I woke up at five AM, tripped on the baby and bruised my leg, I burned my eyes and we were out of lucky charms, my car broke down and I had to walk two miles and it was fucking hot, I left my phone in the car and tried calling you with Kirstie car but Tina refused to give you the phone and let me talk to you, all of my songs got-" gigantic breath "-deleted and I had to record them again and I forgot my wallet at home so I couldn't buy snacks at the vending machine and I just wanted to come home and eat mint chocolate cream and now I-" sob "-can't!"

Scott, feeling incredibly guilty, held Mitch as he cried, hating the fact that he literally ruined Mitch because he forgot the ice cream that he said he would get. "Baby, don't cry... it's okay, it's okay...I'm sorry." He soothed.

After ten minutes, Mitch somehow managed to calm himself down and take an Advil for the pounding headache forming. "Hey," Scott said "I think we actually have mint chocolate chip ice cream in the fridge in the garage."

Mitch instantly ran from Scott and to the other fridge.

Where yes, he got his icecream and ate three bowls of it watching drag queens and cuddling with Scott.

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