I'm hungover . I'm bored . This chapter is bad . I've been reading a lot of Scömíche one shots lately so I decided to write my own. Just .... Don't ask . They'll get better ,, I swear !!
Mitch had shown up at Kevin's party 20 minutes ago, and already he was bored.
Mitch couldn't remember how Kevin had convinced him to come to this thing. He wished he could've stayed home with his cat Wyatt instead. But he was here, at a party with music that was too loud and guys that were too hot for Mitch to be kept away from if he got drunk. But he didn't feel like getting drunk, not tonight. Hey, at least Kevin had a nice house.
Kevin had left him alone to stand on the terrace with a red solo cup in hand, and Mitch had quickly gotten tired of looking up at the stars. He looked down and sighed at all the people having fun near Kevin's pool. He could go down and join them, maybe. No. He was too tired. And too antisocial. Suddenly, a tall blonde man Kevin hadn't introduced him to looked up at Mitch and flashed him a smile. The tall blonde had only swim trunks on, just like Mitch, and Mitch noticed he had nice abs.
Oh, and a nice smile.
His hair was wet from being in the pool, but somehow it still managed to stay styled.
The blonde man started walking into Kevin's house and Mitch cringed. Oh, great. Mitch thought. He's walking away. Did I freak him out because I didn't smile back? Well, good job Mitchell, you-
"Hey." Mitch jumped, and raised the drink in his hand, ready to splash it on the person behind him. But it wasn't anyone he should be afraid of. It was the handsome blonde from near the pool.
"Uhm... h-hi." Mitch said awkwardly, holding back a facepalm and lowering his cup.
"You're.... Mitch, right?" The man asked.
"Yeah, actually. How'd you know my name?" Mitch replied with a smile creeping onto his face. There was something about this man that made him smile.
"I stopped and asked Kevin on the way up here." The blonde smiled back. "You do know Kevin, right? You're not here as anybody's plus one?" He seemed concerned.
Cute, Mitch thought.
"No. And your name is....?" Mitch said.
"Oh! I'm sorry." The man said. "I'm Scott."
"Scott, huh? What about your full name?"
"Scott- Scott Richard Hoying."
"Well, nice to meet you, Hoying." Mitch smirked.
"If you're going to call me that, I've gotta know your last name too."
"Grassi. But wait, you're not here as anyone's plus one, are you?"
"Of course not," Scott said, slowly getting closer to Mitch.
"Why aren't you down there?" Mitch asked, turning towards the pool.
"Why aren't you?" Scott said, and Mitch felt Scott's breath on his neck. He turned back towards Scott, their faces less than 6 inches apart.
"Good point," he breathed, looking into Scott's deep blue eyes. They were getting closer again- without even meaning to, and Mitch couldn't help but wonder if he actually wanted to kiss the guy. He couldn't smell alcohol on Scott's breath, so he took that as a good sign. He had kissed strangers before anyway, ones who weren't even handsome.
When they were two inches apart, Scott took Mitch's face gently in his hands and closed the space between them, Mitch standing on his tip-toes to reach Scott's height as they kissed. It was the best first kiss Mitch ever had, and even though the night was cold and Scott's body was still wet from being in the pool, they somehow both felt warm in each other's arms.
