Scömíche One Shots

Procrastination

A/N: ITS HAPPY I SWEAR.

Don't kill me yet, okay. Oh, btw, also dedicating this one to luckyenough19. Thanks for the idea! (And plus she's awesome and amazing so yeah)

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"Oh God, this is terrifying." I heard from the kitchen. Sighing, I sat up and made my way to the soarce of the noise.

"Scottney, what's terrifying?" I said as I turned the corner. He was in the process of running his fingers through his hair, a nervous habit that I've come to know well.

"The fact that I might've, kind of, procrastinated again." I shook my head slowly, sort of like a disappointed parent, "Don't look at me like that! Look, there's this presentation I need for a meeting tomorrow, and I just remembered now."

My head shot up, eyes wide, "Tomorrow?! Scott, it's already eight! You literally have no time!" I soon realized I was panicking him more than before, "I'm sorry, just... this stresses me out too. I hate seeing you stressed."

He nodded, "Well, trust me. I hate seeing you stressed. Just, go rest. I'll finish it myself, I mean, I screwed up and waited til last minute." I shook my head, "What?"

"I am not letting you panic by yourself. We'll panic together. Couple panicking." Scott laughed lightly, "Okay, what do you need for this? Like, computer or paper?"

He looked up in thought, "Computer. So... get the computer?" I ran down the hall and grabbed the laptop, then ran back to the kitchen, setting it on the table.

We didn't work for more than twenty minutes before Scott practically gave up. We started messing around, laughing like idiots, "Mitch, I think I can reschedule this meeting." He said with a suggestive smirk.

I grinned, standing up and sitting in his lap, "I would like that."

More than what I would like to admit happened after that. Let's just say... he procrastinated a little more.