Scatterbrained. - (Scomiche) One-shots & Mini Stories

Fixation Pt 5

Scott Hoying
are you ok?

Mitchy?

are you coming
home soon?

I'm sorry I ignored
you

can we talk please?

Mitch?

i'm getting worried

you've been gone
all day

can you please
just let me know
you're alright?!

Alex is being an ɑss

did he say something
to you?

you just ran out

i know i'm not your
favorite person right
now but at least throw
me a bone please

I'm not going to stop
texting until you at
least tell me you're
alive

I know i'm a jerk
sometimes and i'm
really sorry

please answer?

please come home

i miss you

i'm sorry

i'm really getting
worried

thats it i'm going to
look for you

where are you????????

mitch please call me

please

i can't find you and i'm
freaking out ok? 

if you don't want to talk
to me at least call Kit

i just want to know
you're ok

just one text please

is this my punishment
for ignoring you?

i was just angry and
i guess a little hurt

ok a lot hurt but it
is what it is and it's over

please come back

ill make alex leave?

ill order pizza and we
can watch movies just
us

please come home

i need you

please come

please

i'm begging

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Mitch shifted again for the hundredth time, still trying to somehow find a way to get closer to the warm body he was cuddled against. Every time his thoughts would begin to scatter, every time he remembered those words ... he would turn and bury his face in Connor's skin, hoping to find some form of solace in it the same way Scott always did when he did the same to Mitch..

Connor had been a saint and he hated that they hadn't even established a relationship before he was dropping all of his problems in the boys lap. He'd handled it like a champ, but that didn't make Mitch feel any better about it. Still, the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his heart... the constant rise and fall of his chest... all of it helped keep him relaxed. The only problem was that it was too easy to imagine a different, larger body, a sweeter, less woodsy scent... bigger hands and fingers sliding over his arm and through his hair.