cheerleader || scömìche (boyxboy)

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(a/n: welcome one, welcome all to 'Cheerleader'. its alternative title is 'i haven't stopped listening to PTX's cover of Cheerleader since it came out and now all i can think about is mitch being scott's cheerleader'. this story will contain mainly fluff, some smut if y'all want, and a LOT of pining and so much meddling in other people's lives.

disclaimer- due to popular demand/agreement cecilia riley will be featured in this story!! her story line is totally different from the one in hush, so don't worry. but she's still flawless, as always.

the character abby is based off of my friend deadlyconvo who is lovely and screams about scomiche with me over twitter. we loves it.

ALSO i am working on a collab with the beautiful bookworm_A100 ! go enter our cover contest on her account!)

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"That sounds like a terrible idea."

"It's a great idea! Come on, you'd be the hottest one there!"

"I don't want to!" Mitch groans, glaring at his best friend, Kirstie.

Kirstie hits him on the leg, "Please?! I don't wanna join alone and... you know Scott is on the football team, right?" She says coyly.

Mitch's gaze softens a little bit, so he turns his head to stare at the ceiling, avoiding her gaze. "So what?" He mutters, tapping his painted nails on his stomach.

"So- you can talk to him! Or at the very least stare at him every single day since we practice when they do." Kirstie lays down next to Mitch, poking his shoulder, "C'mon, please? Kevin's the manager, you know. So we can hang with him, too!"

"Are you sure you're not forcing me into this so you can spend time with Avi and Jeremy?" The way Kirstie blushes answers Mitch's question.

"Maybe a little bit, okay? But it's to help you, too! All the girls who are trying out want you to join!"

"Yeah, so I can be their gay best friend," Mitch snaps.

Kirstie huffs, "That's not why, asshole. They actually like you for some reason."

"Ooh, you're really selling this cheerleader idea."

"Mittens, please! You can wear a skirt and everything!"

"Why do you think that'll convince me?!" Mitch exclaims, sitting up suddenly. A pointed glare is sent his way, and he blushes, "Alright, fine. I'll try out, but I am so not coordinated! I'm gonna die probably! When are tryouts?"

"... Tomorrow."

"You bitch! Why are they in the summer, though?"

"Cause we have to learn the routines, and the football players practice all summer, y'know. Apparently the cheerleaders even cheer those fuckers on during pre-season."

Mitch nods, contemplating everything. "They'll probably be shirtless since it's so hot out, you know..." He tells Kirstie, a smirk on his lips.

"Exactly! So therefore we have to go!" Kirstie squeals, "And we've gotta look cute."

"We're going to be sweating our tits off, honey. There's no way we can look cute." Mitch rolls his eyes.

Kirstie slaps his leg once again, "Shut up! You can wear your hair in a bun and I'll pull mine back, too, so there goes our frizz problem... Uhm, shorts for you, and you can totally go shirtless, too!"