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(a/n: this chapter is kinda lame and i'm sorry, but i wanted to update. the next chapter will be very long and full of squad [cecilia, abby, avi, scott, mitch, kirstie] group chat shenanigans and then chapter five will probably be the scomiche """date""")

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Kirstie and Mitch leave, but Cecilia, Avi, Scott, and Abby sit in Scott's car while Scott freaks out just a little bit. "Bro, what's wrong?" Avi asks, noticing immediately that the blond is acting fucking weird.

"You guys can't tell anyone," Scott warns, and after the other three agree he spills the metaphorical beans, "I've liked Mitch since we were, like, ten years old!"

"Knew it! Fucking called it!" Cecilia fist pumps the air, cheering.

"What?! OhmyGod, do you think he knows? I bet he does and I bet he thinks I'm some creep! I'm dying, this is the worst, I'm gonna go crash this car." Scott grips the steering wheel desperately.

Cecilia's good friend attitude comes out, "No, no, I swear he doesn't know! You got his number, for God's sake! You're doing totally fine, and I swear by the end of the year you two will be dating, probably." She reassures, leaning over to pat Scott's arm.

"Can we go over to my house? I wanna text him but I'm gonna need moral support." Scott asks nervously.

"Yeah, totally," Avi says.

"I'm down." Abby claps her hands together. Cecilia obviously agrees to go as well, not about to miss Scott and Mitch's first texting conversation. Scott calms down quickly and drives to his house with Beyonce blasting from the speakers. He sings along, totally comfortable with everyone that's in the car. They get to Scott's house and pull into the driveway, heading straight up to his room after greeting his dad who was sitting on the couch watching a cooking program.

Cecilia claims her favorite spot on the bed and Scott falls down next to her. Abby takes the spinning desk chair and Avi drags a beanbag over to the side of the bed, taking a seat in it. "Okay! So-"

Scott's phone buzzes before Cecilia can even finish talking, and he grabs it, reading the notification before throwing it down next to Cecilia. She picks it up and squeals, "Oh my God he texted first!" She unlocks Scott's phone.

Mitchy:
thanks for paying for my meal you really didn't have to ♥

"Oh my God he used a heart! Okay, what should I say?" Scott says, reading the message over his friend's shoulder. She types out a message.

Scott:
anything for you x

"What're you saying?! Don't exclude Avi and I!" Abby throws a pencil at Scott, who recites what Cecilia had typed. "Ooh, that's good. Short but sweet."

Scott reaches over and hits send.

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"I'm gonna rip my eyes out!" Mitch basically screams, staring at the message he'd just received while his heart beats out of his chest.

"I know what you can say! Mitch, oh my God! Give me your phone!" Kirstie scrambles over to grab the phone from her best friend's hands, typing out a message and sending it before Mitch can even read it.

Mitch:
we should get together again so i can return the favor :)

"Kirstie! What if he rejects me completely?!"

"He'll probably think of it as a friendly offer!"

"What if he tells me to fuck off?!"

"He won't! You drama queen!"

"Kirstie I'm not ready to flirt with guys! What if he finds out I'm not a boy or a girl and he gets weirded ou-" His phone buzzes, and both their heads snap down to stare at the face down phone. "Read it, Kirstie." Mitch says softly, anxiety ripping up his throat.

Scooter:
..just us or w/ the group?

"Tell him with the group!" Mitch chokes out, panicked.

Kirstie types out a message, "This okay?"

"Um... yeah, I guess."

Mitch:
depends. whatever u want! ♥

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"What do I say?! I want to spend alone time with him but what if he's just humoring me?!" Scott whines, laying with his head in Cecilia's lap, facing the ceiling.

"You could be like 'i kinda wanna spend some time with just you if that's okay'?" Abby suggests, tossing a football up into the air and catching it repeatedly. Scott nods a little bit, typing out a message.

Scooter:
i sort of just want to spend some time with just you.. if that's alright? :)

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"Kill my ass!" Mitch exclaims, "Fucking fuck fuck!" He can't even type out a proper response, his hands trembling violently. "Kirstie, reply to him for me." He hands off the phone to her.

Mitch:
that's perfect. :) when are u free?

There's an almost immediate response that Mitch reads through half covered eyes.

Scooter:
basically any time except tomorrow. i have a family thing :(

With shaking hands, Mitch takes the phone from Kirstie and gets to typing out a reply.

Mitch:
how bout day after tomorrow? ^__^ also ahh sounds boring ! feel free 2 text me if u get too bored x

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"I'm dead!" Scott fake-sobs, his cheeks flushed a deep pink while he responds to Mitch's latest text.

Scott:
sounds good, i'll b sure to text u the whole day. my family is somethin else :/

It's read immediately after Scott hits send, which makes the blond smile.

Mitchy:
how so? r they embarrassing or what?

Scott:
my grandparents r homophobic asf. im gonna pretend i have a crush on cecilia or abby so that they leave me alone

Mitchy:
what abt ur parents? :(

Scott:
they arent homophobic but they don't know i'm gay

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"Aw, Scotty," Mitch murmurs, furrowing his eyebrows. Kirstie's head is leaning against his shoulder, a frown on her face. Mitch contemplates what to type out, his heart still beating really fast.

Mitch:
well if u ever wanna tell them and need moral support or something i'm totally here for you

Scooter:
do ur parents know?

Mitch:
about me being gay? yea. they were cool about it & totally supportive

Scott and Mitch talk for a little while longer with the aide of each of their friends. Eventually, though, they both say goodbye with promises to text each other right away when they wake up in the morning.

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(a/n: remember to vote and comment! what do you want to happen on the scomiche date? what other ships besides scomiche would you like to see? who's your favorite character? how do y'all like abby and cecilia? lemme know!)

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