WHOA! 200 freaking reads! It may not seem like much but it's more than I actually expected. So here's another chapter!
Scott's POV
I woke up at around 7:30 to a small brunette clinging to my waist. I smiled at him sleeping on my chest and slowly started to untangle myself from him. After 10 minutes of separating his body from mine I, I got up and went downstairs.I wanted to do something special for Mitch so I cooked him breakfast. I make eggs with bacon and gluten free French toast. I wanted coffee and I figured Mitch would too so I got in my car and headed to Starbucks.
"Hi! How can I help you?" The barista said.
"Ummm can I get 2 Carmel macchiatos, Venti?" I asked.
She smiled. "Anything else?"
"Nope that's it" I said handing her my credit card.
She took it and handed it back. "Who's the lucky girl?" She said pointing at the cup.
"Guy" I said with a small smile.
"Awwwwwe. That's so adorable!" She gushed on.
"Mitch. His name is Mitch" I said blushing at her reaction.
She wrote the name on the cup. "And your is?" She said holding the sharpie to the cup.
"Scott"
"Ok Scott if you could walk down there for me. I'll bring you your drinks in a sec" She said starting in our drinks.
I walked down and waited for our drinks. I grabbed for my phone and realized that I had taken Mitch's.
"Scott?" I looked up.
"Here's your drinks"
"Thanks" I said grabbing them and walking out of the cafe. I hopped in my car and went home. Before I put the key in the door I heard crying from the other side. I frantically put the key in the door, missing a few times before successfully getting it in. I burst through the door, Starbucks in hand. Mitch was sitting in the couch crying his eyes out.
"Mitch?" I whispered softly.
He looked up quickly and the look of shock flashed over his face. I walked over and sat next to him, pulling him into my lap. He instantly clutched onto me.
"Baby what's wrong?" I said lifting my head from his hair.
"I- I thought you l- left me" Mitch stuttered out still crying into my chest.
"Mitchy. I will never leave you. Ever. Do you understand me?" I said looking into his eyes.
He nodded his head slowly. I kissed his forehead as we rocked back and forth for a while.
"I made you breakfast" I said feeling my hunger coming on.
"Really?" He squealed.
I lead Mitch to the food I had in the oven to keep warm. I grabbed it and made his plate.
-Few hours later-
Mitch's POV
Scott said he loved me. He said it. I didn't have to imagine it cause he said it. I bet if I asked him to say it again he would. Someone does love me. I'm not alone. I love him too.He doesn't love you. You're too fat and ugly. You know that.
'Shut the hell up Mitchell I won't let you ruin this for me!'
You can't shut me up. I am you and I'm telling you the truth.
I was scared that what he was saying was true. If it was, my heart would shatter into pieces.
Today was a generally good day. I ate once which is an improvement. Scott walked into the room holding something behind his back.
"Scottland..." I warned. "What mischief have you gotten into"
"This" he said holding a small blue velvet box.
I opened the box and practically screamed at the top of my lungs.
"OH MY GOD SCOTT IT'S BEAUTIFUL!" I said holding up the golden necklace.
It was a gold half of a heart that said 'LO' on it and on the back it said Scott. Scott held up his matching one that said 'VE' and had Mitch on the back. When you put the two halves together if made a beautiful while golden heart.
After I had my necklace on, it was a perfect time for a nap. I Laura down on the couch with my blonde smushed behind me.
"Scotty?"
"Hmmm?" He answered kissing the back of my neck sending chills down my spine.
"I love you" I said turning to face him.
"I love you too Mitchy" Scott kisses my forehead and I was once again asleep with the love of my life.
A/n
Sorry it's a crappy chapter I've just been busy and tired and depressed. So that's fun anyways. See y'all later byeee. ~Chris
P.s. I'll fix any mistakes I made later.
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