• one shots • (hiatus)

traditions *scömìche*

lmfao at Scooter misspelling scömìche on Twitter though

(I have a lot of nicknames for Scott Hoying)
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Seemed to be a habit, but Scott liked to think of it as tradition. Either before or after the show, he and Mitch would take the hoverboard around. Sometimes they'd record it, usually they wouldn't because they'd be too busy laughing and cussing and falling. Scott was getting better at it, but Mitch still had some trouble.

A few times, Scott's had to catch him before he really fell. Or hold his hand so he can keep his balance.

He doesn't do it on purpose; subconsciously guide Mitch around and make sure nothing goes wrong if he can stop it. It just happens naturally. And Mitch can get himself into trouble pretty often, if he's in the mood for it, so Scott's had plenty of practice.
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"Mitchy," Scott said, butterflies in his stomach when he got his attention. He was trying to remember why this felt off.

He and Alex aren't official-official, but he loves him, doesn't he? He's thought so for the longest time now. But when he looks at Mitch, there's something else there. A different feeling.

"Want to go exploring?"

Mitch smiled, ending his conversation with whoever he'd been talking to, and nodding. They were in a new venue, in a new state, and they still had a few hours before they needed to be ready to perform.
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Mitch was yelling at Scott at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing down the empty corridor as Scott laughed, just as loud. It was Mitch's turn, and he was gripping Scott's arm for dear life as Scott lead him in wide circles.

"I hate it!" he yelled.

Scott laughed, unable to take his eyes off him. Every so often, Mitch would catch his eye and he would forget what they were doing for a split second, until Mitch would start yelling again.

"You're doing really well."

"Shut up!"

Mitch almost fell again, and Scott stopped. They spent a few moments trying to calm down and catch their breath from laughing.

"It's like a tradition," Scott said.

"What is?"

"Us. Exploring new stadiums."

Mitch smiled. "Oh, yeah it is."

They looked at each other for some time, felt like ages but was only seconds, before Mitch leaned up and kissed him on his cheek.

"I'll race you back," he said, the words coming out much faster. "Back to the dressing room. You have to take the hoverboard."

And then he took off, leaving Scott there in the corridor.
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I genuinely don't know what I'm doing anymore. and I'm seriously working on Perfect Hiders, I promise, it just means a lot to me and I'm trying to get everything perfect. thanks for being patient, I know some people actually voted for it and added it, and that's inspiring to finish it :)