Scömìche One-Shots

Homeless

Scott sat on the sidewalk with a small cup next to him, looking down at his lap.

Some kind people walked by, dropping a dollar or two in the cup-

"Have a good day."

"May God bless you."

"I hope you can get through this."

Others weren't so nice-

"Get a job."

"You're worthless."

"Them faggots, always gettin' into trouble."

But then, a short brunette caught his eye.

He put a twenty dollar bill in the plastic cup with something written on it. The short boy walked away, smiling at Scott.

The blonde picked it up and squinted at the tiny, neat handwriting.

Come to my house, whenever you feel like it- Mitch xx

His address was attached as well.

Scott immediately stood up, leaving the cup in his hurried state and limped to the written address.

~

The tall boy reluctantly knocked on the door and it was opened within seconds.

"Are you Mitch?"

The short man nodded and put his arm out behind him, allowing Scott to come inside.

"I sure am! Now, don't be afraid, I'm just here to make you feel safe," 'Mitch' said.

"I don't want money. I already feel bad enough putting that cup next to me everyday."

"How long have you been like this?" Mitch asked him.

"Ever since I can remember," Scott started, "my parents have been alcoholics. I came out as gay to them when I was fourteen and they kicked me out. It was rough the first year, but then I kind of got used to it."

"Do you trust me?" Mitch asked.

Scott thought about this for a moment.

"Well, you haven't killed me yet, so I guess I do."

Mitch laughed.

"And I don't plan on that'" Mitch said, rolling his eyes in a joking manner.

Mitch got up and sat right next to Scott, giving him a tight hug.

"Why aren't you moving," Mitch laughed.

"Sorry, it's just... I haven't had a hug in years and I may or may not have forgotten how to return one," he laughed nervously.

"Well, that's alright!" Mitch exclaimed, pulling Scott's hands to where they needed to be for a proper hug.

"I never got your name," Mitch said softly, hoping that Scott wast scared or anxious.

"I'm Sc-Scott," he stuttered.

"What's wrong? Don't you like your name? It's very beautiful."

"My parents always hated my name, try never called me by just 'Scott'. It was usually 'Scott the Slut' because I would come home with a girl every night to make them believe that I was straight."

"But they named you Scott?"

"No, they didn't, my real parents had to leave me because of the money situation when I was two. At least, that's what the orphanage told me," he whispered reluctantly.

Mitch pulled Scott in for a hug and whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry, Scott."

"It's not your fault," Scott said as he pulled away from the hug.

"And it's not yours either," Mitch said and kissed Scott's cheek.

"Awh, you're makin' me blush," Scott said, looking down.

~

Mitch and Scott spent the rest of their lives together.

Scott did get a job and lived a healthy, happy life after he met the brunette.

The words that Mitch had said the day they met rang through Scott's head for the rest of his time.

"And it's not yours either."