Paris
The North American tour ended and the Europe leg of tour was starting April 9th, in Portugal.
Mitch, Kirstie and Genevieve went on a shopping spree, Scott tagging along. They hit Loewe and other expensive stores.
As the weeks passed, they toured Spain, in which they've never been before. Italy- Mitch's homeland, Switzerland, Austria, Germany France, Belgium, the Netherlands and the UK.
France was amazing. They had one day off before their performance in
Zenith in Paris.
They went exploring. Everyone separated. Kirstie and Genevieve went shopping, basically spending a girly day together. Scott went with Mitch. Kevin and Avi just disappeared. Alex, who came to visit, hung out and disappeared with Jake.
"Mitchie, let's go to the Eiffel Tower." Scott beamed as they walked through the streets of Paris.
"Okay."
They reached the Louvre and Scott just had to take a selfie.
When they got to the Eiffel Tower, they paid for their entrance tix and started up the stairs to the top floor.
"Scottttttt, my legs hurt." Mitch whined.
"Come here." Scott lowered his body. "Jump on my back."
"What? No. I just have to rest a second."
"No, just get on my back."
"Fine." Mitch got onto Scott's back, wrapping his arms around his bestfriend's neck.
Scott held Mitch's thighs and carried on, up the stairs.
"Wow, Mitchie you're so light."
"Oops." Mitch giggled.
Scott reached the top and set Mitch back onto his feet.
"We've arrived princess."
"Thankyou, my good sir."
Mitch went to the railing and overlooked the city.
"It's so beautiful." Mitch gushed.
"Like you." Scott stood next to the small brunette. Mitch scoffed at Scott.
"I am not."
"Stop it! I am not arguing with you. Mitchell Grassi, you are the most beautiful person I have ever met. Don't ever again say that you are not beautiful because I will literally not talk to you again."
"Oh well in that case, I am beautiful. I can't go an hour without talking to you. You're beautiful too, Scotty."
"Mitchie?" Scott wrapped his arm around the smaller man's shoulder and Mitch wrapped an arm around the blonde's waist.
"Yes?"
"Would it be weird if I told you that I love you?" Mitch was looking up at Scott, whilst Scott overlooked the city.
"No, because I love you too."
"Yeah, but like more than a bestfriend. Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. You probably hate me now. Oh god I'm sorry. You've probably already got a boyfr-"
Scott was cut off with lips pressing against his jaw. He looked down at the brunette.
"The feeling is mutual, Scottney. I don't have a boyfriend but I want one. And I'm looking at the perfect boyfriend material right now."
"You want me to be your boyfriend?"
"Yes. Will you?"
"Of course. Can I kiss you?"
"Duh."
Scott leaned down and Mitch stood on Scott's sneakers, leaning up and their lips connected.
People around them clapped and cheered. They heard a camera snapshot and they broke apart.
"I figured you'd want a memoir." A girl, in her early twenties said. She handed the Polaroid shot.
"Thank you so much." Mitch replied.
"You guys are from Pentatonix, right? Scott and Mitch."
"That's us. Would you like a picture?"
"If you wouldn't mind."
They posed and took multiple photos, until the girl had to leave.
Scott and Mitch walked down the steps of the Eiffel Tower together, holding hands.
"Mitchie, do you have a sharpie?"
"I do. Why?" Mitch began digging through his puzzle bag.
"We should write a caption on the Polaroid. Then we can head down to the love lock bridge."
"Oh my god, yes!" Mitch squealed in excitement.
Scott wrote a caption on the Polaroid shot and handed it back to Mitch to put in his bag.
It said 'Scomiche♥, Paris 4/25/2015'.
Mitch awed and placed it into his bag, grabbing Scott's hand and then they carried on walking to the love lock bridge.
There they purchased a silver padlock, and they locked it on the bridge. This time Mitch wrote on it.
It said 'Scott + Mitch 4/25/2015 ♥'
"I love you." Mitch murmured against Scott's lips, when he leaned up to kiss him.
"I love you too, babe."
They definitely had fun in Paris that year.
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