Scömìche One-Shots

The Rain That Hammered Like Dancing Cats

A/N- no way in hell would I ever think of writing something like this

I used a plot generator and this is what I got

I can't stop laughing lord help me I s2g this is the funniest thing in the world and if you think I wrote this then you need serious help *cry laughing emoji*

Third Person P.O.V
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Mitch Grassi had always hated hot gay bar with its deafening, deep, dirty floors. It was a place where he felt shocked.

He was an energetic, brave, coffee drinker with skinny arms and tall legs. His friends saw him as a few, fantastic feisty. Once, he had even helped an unknown tall man cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.

Mitch walked over to the window and reflected on his smelly surroundings. The rain hammered like dancing cats.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Scott Hoying. Scott was a bold shy with broad arms and short legs.

Mitch gulped. He was not prepared for Scott. ( a/n- he's always prepared for Scott tbh )

As Mitch stepped outside and Scott came closer, he could see the energetic smile on his face.

"I am here because I want love," Scott bellowed, in a clever tone. He slammed his fist against Mitch's chest, with the force of 1,030 owls. "I frigging love you, Mitch Grassi."

Mitch looked back , even more stressed and still fingering ( cough Scott cough ) the small cup. "Scott, I love you," he replied.

They looked at each other with depressed feelings, like two hushed, handsome horses walking at a very mean party, which had EDM music playing in the background and two popular uncles jumping to the beat. ( the usual )

Mitch studied Scott's broad arms and short legs. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you love," he explained, in pitying tones. (But he literally said he loved Scott like a minute ago??)

Scott looked puzzled, his body raw like a kooky, knotty knife.

Mitch could actually hear Scott's body shatter into 3,607 ( hm very specific ) pieces. The the bold shy hurried away into the distance.

Not even a cup of coffee would calm Mitch's nerves tonight.

THE END

I am thoroughly confused