Scömìche One Shots

telemiscommunications

i suggest listening to the song while reading the one-shot. it makes it a lot more easy to understand the conversations :))
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Incoming call from: Mitchy ❤️

"Hey babe, how's your day been?" I asked him.

"No, I want you to tell me first"

The signals given off from the landing and incoming planes made it hard to hear him.

"No, you first."

"Alright, it's been pretty mellow since you've been gone. How's the plane delay?" Mitch asked me. Static seeping through our call made it difficult to understand him.

"Oh... What? Ah, the delay's quite bad.."

"Oh."

"Yeah, sorry. Where are you, I can't really hear you?"

A car outside the big window drew my attention away from Mitch as he was speaking. "Sorry. A taxi distracted... Anyway you. You were saying?"

"Yeah, anyways I was wondering-"

"Wait uh... Now they're waving me over. Can I call you back?" I said with a sigh.

Mitch paused. "Is everything okay over there?"

I sighed again, running my free hand through my hair. "Yeah, everything's fine." One of the biggest lies, truth be told.

"Why are you, um, so distant lately?" He asked me. I could hear the frown that adorned his beautiful face.

"Why am I? I don't know why... I probably just need sleep. It's been a busy week. Sorry, I've got to go."

"Okay."

"So-okay."

"Bye."

"Bye." I whispered as I ended the call and switched my phone off.
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Being away from Mitch was the worst. It dulled down our relationship, and now whenever we talk, it's so unlike us. We're cut back to horizontalisms. Even one small touch could make everything better. At least my flight was somewhat soon.
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As I sat in the mildly comfortable seats, waiting to go through security, I heard sirens outside the airport. Huh. I wonder what for. I quietly hoped that the place that the sirens were rushing to was safe.

As I finally stood up to go through security, I thought to myself that this was possibly the longest public announcement. I looked at my watch, and saw that my flight was supposed to be boarding in fifteen minutes. Well, the delayed flight. I reach check-in, finally got through, running for a flight.

Incoming call from: Mitchy ❤️

I quickly declined it, rushing to get my shoes off and put everything on the security belt. I hear the group behind me laughing about something that I didn't care to know about. But I did pick up snippets of their conversation, while waiting out the long, agonising, minutes of my suitcases and such on the belt. Something about a meeting?

As my stuff finally gets out of the security line, I take out my phone while walking to my gate.

Two missed calls from: Mitchy ❤️
I pressed the button to call him back, but it went straight to voicemail. I tried again, and as it was ringing, someone stopped me and asked for directions.

"Can't you see I'm on the phone?" I whispered angrily at him.

Yet again, the ringing went to voicemail. I got to my gate right on time, boarding the flight as soon as I was supposed to.
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As the plane was taking off, I couldn't help thinking that I had to make things right with Mitch as soon as I got back to L.A. I t's so unlike us, I thought again. "Might as well get some sleep," I thought to myself. It was a long flight home.
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When I got off the plane, I took out my phone to call a taxi and check my notifications. There were a few from Twitter, but nothing from Mitch. I tried to not be disappointed.

I was waiting outside the airport for my taxi as it pulled up. "Taxi for a... Scott Hoo-ying?" He asked, completely pronouncing my last name wrong.

"Hoying. Yeah, that's me," I sighed, while putting my bags into the trunk of the car. I climbed into the front seat, and stretched out as much as my long limbs would let me.

"Where to, Scott? " he asked me.

"What? Oh, 331 Beverly Boulevard. " I said, distracted as I was looking at Instagram.

"Gotcha."

The ride was silent, except for the Beyoncé that I made the driver play. It was a comfortable silence.

As he pulled up to me and Mitch's house, I paid him and tipped him a bit extra for the music choice. "Thanks, man." He said to me as I waked up the walkway.

I used my key to get in the house. It was silent, as it was around 2 in the morning. Mitch was probably still up, though. Boy was a night owl.

"Mitchy?" I whispered as I walked through the door to our room.

"What?" he muttered, turned away from us on our bed. Wyatt was climbing on top of him, as per usual.

"I just... Did I tell you that I loved you today?"

He sat up and looked at me, taken aback. "What?" He asked again.

"I said, did I tell you that I loved you today?"

"N-No. You didn't." Mitch said warily.

"I love you. I love you so much, Mitch. I'm really sorry that I was so distant this past week."

He looked up at me. "I love you too, Scottland. C'mere." He said, pulling me onto the bed and into a hug.

I inhaled deeply, breathing in his scent that I missed so much while I was gone. I pulled him in for a peck on the lips. As he hummed contentedly, I decided to never go away on business again.

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beep boop first one shot ever is done. it kind of sucks. whatever. IM TELLING YOU ITS A LOT BETTER WHILE LISTENING TO THE SONG OK OK.

bye, i love you 💖

-caro