Scomiche One Shots (R)

just neighborly encounters

SOS I can't decide if I like making these in two/three shorter parts or one long part. What do you guys prefer? Also! Thank you so much for 6k reads!! Thats insane! Please enjoy 3000 words as a thank you <3

Mitch parked his car in his new driveway and hopped out, locking it behind him. The Beverly Hills sun beat down relentlessly and his ripped black skinny jeans weren't all that good at keeping him cool.

He stopped in the middle of his front lawn, admiring how lush and green it looked, and watched as the U-haul truck pulled up on the sidewalk. Several men hopped out, opening the back of the truck, and began to unload his new furniture. The brunet unlocked his front door for them and propped it open so they could easily go in and out. He then resumed standing in his yard, his Loewe puzzle piece bag draped over his arm, making sure they didn't drop or scratch any furniture in the process of moving it.

He spotted several cars pull up and then the flash of cameras. Ahh- the paparazzi had found him already, wonderful.

He was an actor. Well, in some aspects yes he was, and in others it was wishy-washy. His starring roles in movies definitely deemed him an actor but his side job in the porn industry was debatable.

He graciously fixed his hair in the reflection of his phone and stood with his hand on his hip, telling the movers where furniture was going. Mommy was not about to arrange all that furniture on her own in a huge ass house.

Two movers began carrying the box with his california king bed in it across the lawn and into his house when one side slipped and bounced on the ground.

"Be careful! That was expensive!" he scolded. They quickly picked it back up and resumed carrying it after apologizing

"That's an awfully big bed for one small boy like you" he heard from over the fence. Mitch turned his head and he could feel his jaw drop. Scott Hoying. A-list actor Scott Hoying was peering over his fence. He lived next to the Scott Hoying, Americas heartthrob. He sauntered over, collecting his cool again and looked the blonde dead in the eye.

"I don't usually spend my nights alone, thank you very much" he shot back. He could here the click of the cameras flashing from the street, capturing their first encounter.

"Ah I forgot. Big shot's also popular in the porn world"

"Yes, but I like to keep my work separate from my personal life" Mitch countered

"I see. Have we ever done any movies together?"

"I don't think so" the brunets eyebrows furrowed

"Perfect, lets keep it that way" the blonde narrowed his eyes, backing away from the fence. Turning gracefully on his feet, he made his way back inside.

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Later that night Scott lay awake in bed staring intently at the ceiling. His friends had all gone to bed so his texts were quiet, and nothing good was playing on tv. He was too lazy to put a movie on and didn't feel like reading. Instead he just played through the events of the day in his head.

He had started looking at a new script all morning and went for a jog after. As he got dressed after his shower he noticed someone moving in next door. He waltzed out to find none other than Mitch Grassi standing in the yard next to him, yelling at some mover about his bed. Seemed like a typical 'Mitch' thing to do. That's when the joking about the size of the bed had started and he was rather surprised when Mitch countered so effortlessly.

He was proud of his remarks and pretty sure he saw Mitch blush at his last comment. Damn, he would kill to see that boy in bed.

Quickly, he sat up. Wait, he didn't have to kill to see that boy in bed, he was a fucking porn star. He grabbed his phone off his nightstand, snuggling down into his pillows and blanket and googled Mitchs name.