A/n: Well it's been a little while. But our boys are back. Leave me comments!

Scott picked up the envelopes looking at the addresses, both were from Mitch. He couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. Avi and Kevin noticed and started making kissy noises.

"Cut it out you two," Scott laughed and rolled his eyes as he hopped onto his bunk. He opened the first envelope, discovering a card. When he looked inside his eyes filled with tears, all his favorite songs were there, written in Mitch's neat script.

"What's got you making heart-eyes Hoying?" Kevin asked. Scott sighed, briefly contemplating not showing the card to his friends, but then handing it over.

"That is the most disgustingly sweet thing I've ever seen." Avi stated, handing the card back to Scott.

Scott grinned, "you're just jealous because you don't have anyone sending you love letters."

Avi's eyes flashed to Kevin, and the exchange wasn't lost on Scott.

"Maybe I will soon," Avi continued. Scott looked at the bearded boy but decided not to ask for elaboration. Instead he focused his attention to the other envelope. He carefully tore the paper so as to not disturb the stationary. When he removed the paper, he was hit with a strong citrusy and woodsy scent, his favorite cologne of Mitch's. He clutched the letter to his chest, breathing in the aroma before he began reading.

By the end of the letter he had curled himself into the fetal position on his bunk and was sobbing.

Avi and Kev looked to check on him but decided it best to let him have his heartbreak. After dinner when they were returned to their cells, Scott sat down to compose a response letter.

My dearest Mitchie,

That sounds so cheesy but my letter writing skills are lacking especially compared to yours.

I receive your letter and your card today. I have the card taped to the wall beside my bunk, I'm going to keep your letters under my pillow for safe keeping.

I have two cell mates, Avi and Kevin. They're great. I told them about you.

Ms. Marez, Ms. Cook, and Mr. Ward came to see me. They're going to try and help me figure out the situation. Maybe they can figure out how to get you in so you can visit me. They told me you haven't been to school. I know I'm not there but you have to keep going. If someone messes with you or you get scared find Kirstie or Jer or one of the teachers. How are Kirst and Jer? Please tell them I love them and miss them. Also tell them they are responsible if anything happens to you, I'm going after them. I'm kidding...mostly.

And Mitchie, Mr. Ward said your mother told them you weren't eating properly. You have to promise me you'll start back. When I get out, I want you healthy. Please baby, for me.
I miss you so much. I just want to hold you in my arms. Be strong for me Mitch. I'll see you soon.

Unconditionally,
Scottland💙

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Mitch drug himself out of bed Monday morning. He showered quickly and brushed his teeth. He brushed his hair but didn't bother styling it. He went to the closet and pulled out a pair of jeans. When he put them on he could already feel a gap between the waistline and his skin. He sighed, pulling on Scott's hoodie before leaving for school. The walk was lonely, Mitch found himself tearing up at the thought of walking into school without Scott to hold his hand.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself before opening the door. Thankfully it was still fairly early and the halls were relatively empty. However, he could still hear the whispers as walked past.

"The other faggot got sent to prison."
"Serves him right, disgusting."
"He was nothing but a troublemaker."

Mitch kept his head down, trying to will the tears to stop. They wouldn't and he broke out into a sprint toward Ms. Cook's room. When he enter the room he was hyperventilating, on the edge of a panic attack. He collapsed in the floor as Ms. Cook ran over.

"Mitch, oh my god! Mitch breath for me. In...2...3, out...2...3, in...2...3, out...2...3. Breath."
"He.......they......I.......I......ca-ca-can't." Mitch sobbed.
"I know, just calm down." Once Mitch had managed to somewhat control his breathing, Ms. Cook pulled out her phone.
"Hey, get Kyle and come to my room asap." She then turned her attention back to Mitch, trying to calm him further.

Mr. Ward and Ms. Marez came running in moments later. Both trying to help their friend comfort the heartbroken student. Mr. Ward glanced at the clock.

"Y'all the bell is going to ring soon. Mitch you're going to have to get off the floor, okay?"

Mitch nodded as the teachers helped him from the floor.

"I don't have a first period," Ms. Marez said, "I'll take him down to the nurse's room and call his mom."
"Mitch, do you think you can walk with Ms. Marez?" Ms. Cook asked.

Again Mitch only nodded.

Ms. Marez escorted him to the nurse and sat with him as he curled on the bed and cried. His mother arrived to take him home. Thanking the teacher for her continued support.

At home, his mother made him lunch which sat untouched on the table. She came in to check on him every so often but he never said anything.

Around 3, she entered the room carrying a small envelope. She shook Mitch awake. He looked at her with tired, swollen eyes.

"Hey baby, you got something in the mail today."
"What?" Mitch croaked.
"A letter."
His eyes brightened as he sat up in the bed. "From Scott?!?"
"From Scott."

It had been nearly a week since Scott was arrested and Mitch was desperate for some form of contact. His mother left giving him privacy to read the letter. He sat in the middle of his bed, tears streaming down his face as he read the words written by his boyfriend. He held the letter close to his heart as he tried to lessen his sobs.

When he had calmed down, he walked over and began digging in the closet until he came across the box he was looking for. It was the box that once held his anniversary present from Scott. He placed the letter on the pink and silver box before placing it on his dresser. He then sat at his desk and began to write.

Scottland,

I got your letter today. I really needed it too. I tried to go back to school today. I didn't even make it to the first bell before I had a panic attack. Everyone was talking about you, judging you. It's so unfair because they don't know you. And I know you're blaming yourself for everything but stop. I don't want you to do that when none of this is your fault.

I've been losing weight but I promise I'm going to try to start eating again. But only because you asked me.

Tell me more about your roommates. What did you tell them about me? All good things I hope.

How are you Scott? Mr. Ward said you seemed good, but I know how good you are at hiding. Please don't lie to me either. I want to know the truth.

I'm going to try and go back to school Wednesday, mom thinks another day out will help. I disagree. The only thing that's going to help me is to have you back by my side. I miss you more than anything. I love you baby.

Unconditionally,
Your Mitchie💜

Mitch spritzed the paper with cologne before walking to the end of the block and mailing it.