Crushing (Scömíche)

Chapter 1

I put one leg in first, testing to see how hot the water was. My skin burned as the water hit it. Just how I liked it. I stepped the rest of the way in, breathing deeply as the water hit my skin. I crossed my arms, facing the shower head, and tried to protect as much of my stomach and chest as possible, but the water ran down my legs and hit against my arms. After I had gotten used to it I turned around, arching my back as the scolding water hit my back for the first time. I looked down at my legs, which were red from the water. This probably wasn't good for my skin, but I didn't do it often and I LOVED it. I sat down on the floor of the shower, crossing my legs, and letting the water flow down my back.

I was relaxed here, secluded from the world and it's problems, and especially my mistakes. My best friend, Scott, and I were playful. We constantly showed affection towards each other, but not THAT way. We were just affectionate people, but today, oh today I had done it. We were filming an ask Superfruit, nothing new and got one question that we get EVERY TIME we do one. We had 'almost' kissed in videos 3 or 4 times before, and I knew when Scott agreed to the question that was what he had in mind. We stared into each other's eyes and the blond sensually tilted his head towards mine. I did the same... And BAM. I had my lips pressed on his. He blushed, assuming it was an accident, but somewhere I knew it wasn't. Of course, I was blushing, too. It was an accident, kind of. I hadn't told myself to do it, but my body decided too.

"I'm not gay. I can't be gay." I whispered to myself. I stopped and payed attention to the water cascading down my back. It always made me forget my problems, and I shouldn't bring them up while I'm in here.

"Mitchie? Anxiety, anger, or sadness." Scott asked softly through the door, tapping lightly with one knuckle. Damn how well he knew me.

"Come on out, we'll snuggle." He whispered. I turned the water off, my signal that I was coming, and stood up. I grabbed my towel off the hook and rubbed myself dry, fluffing my hair. Scott liked my hair fluffy. I wrapped the towel around my waist, checking to make sure nothing was happening down THERE. I walked across the bathroom and opened the door, steam flowing out the doorway. Scott coughed jokingly.

"I laid out your favorite sweats. You don't need a shirt. " Scott said. I wished Scott would softly place his lips on mine, pulling me in and telling me how much he wanted me. Maybe I didn't even like Scott, maybe he was just the only guy there for me to like. But I wasn't gay, and I didn't like Scott!

I changed into my sweatpants and went into the living room where Scott was already. He was on the couch, shirtless. His waist down covered by a blanket (still clothed, of course) and he was looking through Netflix .

"How about Orange is the New Black?" He offered.

"I want something sadder."

"Is my Mitchie sad?" Scott whined. I rolled my eyes, sliding in the couch next to him. I placed my head carefully on his chest as he kept looking.

"I changed my mind Orange is the New Black." I said.

"Yay!" He said clicking on it.

*Scotts POV*
Mitch fell asleep in a couple minutes. I smiled as he turned around on my chest, ending up pressing his stomach against me, somehow managing to get an arm under my back.

Kirstie: Can I come over?

Scott: Sure. Mitchies asleep and, fair warning, I'm not wearing a shirt.

Kirstie: I swear you too are so weird.

Scott: we're affectionate people. How long?

Kirstie: Gimme 15

Scott:k

I had watched 3 episodes of Orange is the New Black by that time. Mitch turned back over and yawned. 

"Morning sleepyhead." I giggled.

"Mmmmgh." He groaned.

"What time is it?" He asked

"9. Kirstie's on her way." I said.

"Can we talk about, earlier?" Mitch asked.

"Do we need to? So you accidentally kissed me? So what?" I asked. It's not like we had sex, and it was an accident.

"Y-yeah. That was it."

*Mitch's POV*
I had dreamt about Scott. Nothing sexual or whatever. Just romance movies with actors cut out and is in their spots. Scott telling me he loved me. But let's be real, Scott is straight. And I-I'm straight too.

I wanted to tell him. I wanted to look him in the eyes and tell him I loved him. B-but I couldn't. What if I am gay? Scott would probably hate me. He'd make me move out. Kirstie wouldn't want to hang out and my parents would stop inviting me over for Christmas. Nobody was gay here. We didn't live in that kind if world yet. I would marry a girl before I'd come out. I had built up to many relationships to let being gay break them all.

"What're you thinking about, Mitchie?" Scott asked.

"A-uh- girl. I met her at the club Friday. I really like her." Every word that came off of my tongue had been a lie. I hated lying to Scott. He knew I was lying, but didn't say anything because their was a knock on the door and he hopped up to answer it.

"MITCHIE!" Kirstin yelled from the doorway. My face  broke out into a smile and I hopped off the couch and sprinted to the door. Kirstie wrapped me up in a hug and I winced as Scott planted a kiss on her lips.

"I'm starved, can we order pizza?" Kirstie asked, tossing her bag on the floor next to the coat rack.

"I'll do it!" Scott offered and went into another room to order.

"So how's my Mitchie been? Got a girl yet?" Kirstie asked.

"No, but trust me, I've been getting some." I smiled. Yep, i had tried using sex to curb my thoughts of Scott. All it did was make me feel dirty and trashy. Like a man-whore.

"Eww Mitchie you're just a baby!" Kirstin squealed.

"Oh wow Kirstin 2 months and 8 days on me." I said sarcastically.

"Don't be pissy." She said. We looked at each other seriously until we broke out in laughter.

Kirstie's POV

I loved Mitch's laugh. It was so beautiful. It was like, inspirational. It made me want to paint a picture, so I could keep it forever. As we finished laughing I gave a bright smile and Scott came back. Oh, yeah Scott, my boyfriend.

"Pizzas ordered." He pecked my lips the leaned down to my ear.

"I missed you. What do you say to tonight?" I asked, standing on my tippy toes so I was at his ear level.

"With Mitch here?" Scott whispered. I gave a quick smirk, then moved on, trying not to let Mitch tell what we were talking about.

"Let's play a game."