PTX ONE-SHOTS! (I TAKE REQUEST)

Pay Back (Scomiche)

Third POV

"I hope you weren't serious!!" Mitch walked in, slamming his purse on the counter furiously.

He marched through the apartment looking for that blonde boyfriend of his.

"Show yourself." Mitch commanded as he heard movement from the kitchen.

He creeped out of the bathroom into the living room, trying to be as light as a feather.

"Haa..." Scott breathed tiredly. He quickly covered his mouth his eyes wide.

"HEY!" Mitch ran into the kitchen to see Scott on the floor, enjoying the indulgence of his cupcake.

"SCOTT WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT I GOT STARBUCKS FOR YOU AND YOU EAT MY CUPCAKE." He scolded the much taller man, who was at the moment at his knees.

"A sho shorry itch," Scott spoke his mouth full of chocolate cupcake.

"I hate you! I was so hungry," Mitch paused looking at the two cups of Starbucks he put on the counter moments before.

"And your probably thirsty." Mitch teased walking over to the filled cups.

"NO." Scott pleaded jumping to his feet. He quickly walked behind Mitch.

"Then buy me a new cupcake. Now." He said teasing Scott pushing his drink behind him. He sipped his with delight.

"Mmmmm.." Mitch moaned, his eyes closed. He opened them back up to smirk at Scott, who looked like he was going to break down any moment.

"Babe, Mitchie, Honey." Scott whined jumping up and down like a kid.

Scott went to grab his Starbucks but Mitch slapped his hand away.

"Nu! Cupcake!" He said pointing to the door.

"It's 9 o'clock." Scott said.

"Does it look like I care??" Mitch sassed as leaned against the bar.

"It's-"

"Shhhh.." Mitch said, walking over to the couch with both of his cups in hand.

"AGH!" Scott groaned, running towards Mitch on the couch, luckily, who at the right moment put the hot drinks down.

"FU- KATHERINE!" He pouted, pleading for Scott to get off.

Scott grabbed the drink and sipped it, as he help himself with one arm from squishing the brunette.

"Pay back, mister." Mitch said as he laid under him.

"Eh, no thanks. Later." And with that, Scott trotted off to their shared bedroom.

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I call this a quick write... Because it's weird and pointless but Scomíchë. Also..

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