Hooray! First published Fan Fic thing! Because I am too lazy to right full on chapters and books, the least I can do is right short little drabbles surrounding the best group EVER! I do appreciate feedback, and ideas! I don't just ship Scott and Mitch! One page could be Scomiche and the next Mavi! And i'm open to most ummmm, fetish things. Just depends on the mood. And no, rating doesn't matter to me...
~School Project~
-An "Alternate Universe" somewhere when Scomiche ACTUALLY exists ;) Also Scott being a book nerd, and Mitch a shy choir nerd.-
"...A burst of emotions fill my thoughts when I look into his eyes. The most being joy. The fact that the love of my life is my best friend..."
The lunch bell loudly rang throughout the school, immediately snapping Scott out of the imaginary world he had enveloped himself in while reading his class book report book, Lord of the Rings. Of course being the book nerd he was, he'd picked the largest book the class had to offer. Scott scooped up his stuff from the floor and exited the class, heading for the caf for lunch.
As he headed there, he shyly brushed past everyone who came within 10 meters of him. As he moved from the left to the right he bumped into someone else. Scott saw everything collide and hit the floor with a thud. He frantically gathered everything, including what wasn't his into his hands. Scott went to look up to see who he'd bumped into but instead saw his back. This boy was leaned over, searching for his glasses on the floor. Scott saw his distress and very carefully guided the boy's hands towards where his glasses were on the floor. "Oh, t-thanks..." The boy got up, putting his glasses back on. Scott clearly began to see his face and couldn't help but smile. "No problem.. The name's Scott- Scott Hoying... Yours?" Scott stopped. 'When was I so formal?' He thought. 'I never do this, Scott what the hell?' The boy shuffled around uncomfortably. "I... U-um, M-mitch..." He got super quiet, sheepishly backing away with his books. "O-ok, another time than!" Scott watched the boy quickly walk off through the hall. Scott turned around seeing others staring at him, crimson lightly dusted his cheeks as he sped walked past them all.
As Scott reached his normal lunch spot, he reopened his book, ignoring the sandwich that sat beside him. Minutes into reading his book report, a paper was thrown in his direction, hitting him right on the forehead. He flinched, jumping at the hit to his face. Scott took the crumpled paper having a sneaking suspicion he knew there was something written on it. As he slowly unfolded it, he heard snickering and looked back down to read the note. "Saw you talking to 'Gay Boy' over there, like him or something faggot?" Scott furrowed his eyebrows. 'Gay Boy? Faggot?! Those assholes...' He simply crumpled it back up, but instead of throwing it away, he kept it. Scott then grabbed all of his things and ditched the cafeteria. Clearly not a good spot to hang, maybe it was just hanging around people he needed to stop doing. No. 'Just brush it off fa- Ugh, dammit Scott...' He shook his head, continuing down the hallway.
As he reached the end of the hallway where it met the staircase, he spotted the boy he'd bumped into earlier. Scott slowly approached him, sitting a few meters away from him. "Um, hey... I hope you don't mind that I sit here." He tried catching the boy's attention. He didn't bother to look up. "Uh, yeah, sure... I guess." He ignored Scott, continuing to read what looked like sheet music. "Oh, O-ok. Whatcha readin' there? What was it, Mitch?" He tried peaking over to make sure it was sheet music. "Yes it's Mitch and pl- wait..." Mitch looked up into Scott's eyes. "How'd you know that?" Scott chuckled. "I barely heard it when you told me after we bumped into each other earlier. I helped you get your cute glasses back." Mitch blushed slightly fixing his glasses on his nose.
"Uh, yeah... Thanks though. "Y-your name.. It was, Scott? H-hoying...?" He shuffled back towards the arm of the staircase.
Scott smirked. "Yeah, So- if I may ask again- whatcha readin' over there?" he pointed to the folded papers beside Mitch. "Oh, these? Sheet music. We have a rehearsal tomorrow and I'm nitpicking, making sure I'm perfect. I'm kind of a nerd that way." Mitch awkwardly chuckled, slightly questioning why this boy was still here with him, getting so under his skin. "Well, what instrument do you play?" Scott asked, inconspicuously inching closer to Mitch. "Oh, I don't play an instrument... I'm in the school choir." Scott laughed. "A choir nerd? Haven't had a friend like that before!"
Mitch stopped. 'Friend?! When did we become friends?' He shook his head. "I-I'm sorry, friend?" Mitch questioned, feeling bad for sounding so rude. "Oh, well, we were getting along so nice, but if you don't want to-" Mitch stopped him. "Look, I'm sorry... Scott, it's just... I'm not too big on friendships around the school. I guess it was just surprising, that's all." Scott gave a sly smirk. "Was it a nice surprise?" He leaned in, the goofy smile on his face getting bigger. Mitch giggled, blushing once again. "Yeah, I guess it was... Book nerd..." That made Scott back up a bit. "Book nerd?! What makes you say that?" He pouted. "I see you reading that huge ass book in the cafeteria everyday! That's what makes me say your a book nerd, don't get so offended Scott, I'm a nerd too y'know." Mitch smiled, leaning his head on Scott's shoulder. "And you were questioning being my friend." Scott laughed, shooing Mitch off of his shoulder. "Y'know, I think I have you in that Chemistry project... 3rd period?" Scott looked at Mitch, a little sparkle in his eye hinted Mitch did have chemistry 3rd period. "I, think so... Here, let's go check." Mitch grabbed Scott's hand, dragging him to his locker.
When they reached his locker, it was in the very corner of the back hall, dirty, musty and filled with obnoxious football boys. "Wow, they really gave you the worst possible locker spot, it reeks here!" Scott coughed, plugging his nose. "Eh, you get used to it. Plus, player #34's pretty cute," Mitch giggled, waving to the boy down the hall. "You like him? C'mon, if you're gonna be gay, at least pick someone worth being gay!" Scott chuckled, placing his hand on Mitch's shoulder.
He whipped around, with a red face. "Excuse me?" He sounded awfully offended. Scott's emotion drained from his face, becoming a huge frown. "Oh my god Mitch, I am so sorry! I don't know what I was thinking at all. Really, I am soooooooo-so-so-so-SO sorry!" He began spouting nonsense, immediately after. Mitch saw Scott's stress and shushed him. "Ok, clearly you didn't mean that seriously but I'm a little shy on that subject..." He sniffed, still a little angry at what just happened. Scott wanted to comfort Mitch, hold him in his arms, but he wasn't sure if he'd get the reaction he'd wanted, scared Mitch would try to push him away loosing his friendship. All Scott could do was grab Mitch's hand, despite the reaction he'd probably get. He entwined their fingers and stood there, without making eye contact with Mitch.
Mitch looked down at his hand, suddenly being held by Scott's. He looked back up, seeing Scott avoiding all eye contact. "You look silly trying not to look at me Scott..." Mitch chuckled, grabbing Scott's other hand. Hearing that, Scott looked back down, staring straight into Mitch's eyes. And there it happened, he had lost all control of speaking, and became oblivious to any question anyone within a 2 centimeter radius asked. Scott saw Mitch's lips moving but took no hint that he was asking him a question. Mitch punched Scott's chest lightly. "Dude! I asked you a question!" He sounded a little irritated. "I- uh, huh? S-sorry ask that again?" Scott blushed, completely off guard. " I said, should we get to class? it starts in 10 mi-" Scott stopped Mitch, grabbing his shoulder. "I hope you don't mind that I'm about to do this..." He said, his eyelids suddenly dropping. Mitch looked at Scott, dreading asking what he meant. "D-do what?" He looked up at Scott who was ever-so-slowly inching towards him. "This-" Scott leaned in, placing his lips upon Mitch's. Mitch stood there, unaware of how to react, he simply closed his eyes, kissing Scott back.
They pulled away, feeling a load drop off both their backs. Mitch's face was as bright as a red cherry. "Oh god, that felt good..." Mitch blurted it out, quickly covering his mouth, becoming even more red; if that was possible at his current hue. Scott gave a smile, quickly kissing his forehead. "C'mon, we've got a Chemistry project remember?" Scott chuckled, grabbing Mitch's hand, jogging down the school hall with him.
