Scömíche One Shots

Leave Your Lover

I don't have much to give, but I don't care for gold. What use is money, when you need someone to hold?

I pulled my knees up to my chest, tears streaming down my face. I was waiting for the familier sound of the door slamming, laughter. I wanted him to come home already.

I've been waiting since this morning.

"Hey, I'm gonna go out with Alex, okay? Call if you need anything."

Can I call now? I need him. He knows what happened, yet he leaves me.

I don't even need him to really love me. At all. I just need a friend. Him especially.

He always talks about the fans support with my situation, but I don't need the pity from them. I need support from him.

Don't have direction, I'm just rolling down this road. Waiting for you to bring me in from out the cold.

I shoved my hands in my pockets, trying to create more if a barrier between me and the cold.

He didn't come home last night, though he did answer my call. Promised to be home in twenty. That didn't happen.

I cried myself asleep. Again.

I don't think he understands that I need him right now. Need him. Not want, need.

I just want to talk, I don't want romance with him. I want to let all my pent up feelings out to someone I trust.

You'll never know the endless nights, the rhyming of the rain, or how it feels to fall behind and watch you call his name.

"Hey... Mitch? Do you want do go with us to this festival downtown? We haven't hung out in a long time, and I miss you." You didn't miss me before.

"Yeah, I would love too. Just let me get ready." I said, plastering a fake smile on my face.

I wish I hadn't gone. I walked behind them the whole time, and didn't even get acknowladged. It was boring to say the least. I wanted to go home before we even got there.

"Um, Scott? I think I'm going to... go home. Yeah." I turned lazily and began walking away.

"Wait! Mitch!" He ran to catch up with me, grbbing my arm, "Don't go. Please?"

"No, really. I don't want to interrupt anything."