I'm not crazy (Scomiche)

Chapter 12

The ride to Scott's house was long and filled with pointless chattering. Random topics came from nowhere. From what would happen if there was a zombie apocalypse, to our favourite things in the world.our favourite foods, colours, everything. It was perfect. I felt normal. I was entranced by all of the passing trees, houses and other cars. It had been so long since I've seen this.

When we got to his house, I was stunned. It was a large, brick house with ivy growing up the wall. There was a lot of open space in his back yard and he didn't have neighbours. Perfect. I was jumping up and down on my spot as I waited for him to come open the door to let me in. Why was he being so terribly slow!? He chuckled at me and shook his head a little as he walked up behind me. "Go ahead." I turn and ran to the door. I twisted the knob and walked in, no, sprinted in. I gasped audibly and covered my mouth with my hands. It was beautiful. Scott walked up behind me and whispered in my ear. "Care for a tour?"

"Please!"

He started walking into the first room. I followed. "This is the living room." I nodded. The room was painted an off-white colour, I tried to hide my cringe but don't know how well I did. The space was defiantly more roomy than 'All Saints' though. The black couch, the television, the paintings and pictures on the wall made everything more comfortable looking. I noticed that he had stared walking into the next room so I rushed to follow.

"This is the kitchen." For a restaurant? There were marble counters and a small island. This would be most people's dream kitchen. However, this room too was an off-white colour and I started to wonder if all of his house was going to be this colour. It was a little disappointing, but I couldn't complain too much. At least I'm out of that hell hole of a place that was my home for a good part of my life. He touched my arm slightly so I would follow him. He walked down a dimly lit hallway and turned to the stairs.

Upstairs were three rooms. "There's the bathroom, in between our two bedrooms. I would prefer if you didn't go into my bedroom, but if you need anything, don't hesitate to knock. That one is your bedroom," he said, pointing to the one that was closest to the stairs. "Go check it out." I pushed past him and into my bedroom. It was huge compared to the small room I was used to.

The walls were a dark purple, thank the gods! There was a bed with a white bed frame that complimented the dark purple. The nightstand was white, as well as the dresser and desk. I noticed how he left one corner of the room empty. He probably knew that I usually sat in a corner despite the chair that was in my old room. I spun around and wrapped him in a tight hug. "I love it so much! It's beautiful!" I said with enthusiasm. Then I backed off of him and wrapped my arms around myself. "Thanks." I blushed and looked down at my feet. 

He ruffled up my hair. "No problem Mitchie." He looked at his watch. "Hey, it's like 7:00. I'm hungry and am really too lazy to cook. Do you want to get a pizza?" I remembered loving pizza, it's been so long.

"Yes! Please, yes!" I yelled. He stared at me for a second with a slight smile on his face.

"You're adorable." He walked out with long strides, leaving me there to blush. Eventually I walked downstairs and, in the kitchen, found Scott on the phone. "Yeah, we'll take two pizzas. One just cheese and the other with pepperoni. ...yeah, thanks. Delivery please." He gave his address to whomever was on the other side of the line and hund up after quick good byes. He spun around cooly to face me. "Care for some wine?" I smile devilishly as my reply. 

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Later that night, We were on the couch eating the best pizza ever, and drinking crappy wine. I was lightweight and practically drunk after the first glass. Now, I was laying on Scott, my head facing the TV so I could watch sponge bob. I was laughing a little harder than I needed to, or normally would. Scott was caressing my hair. I gasped at the sudden thought that crossed my mind. "Hey? Wha-does Mitchie call you now?" I slurred. "Y'okay with Scott? Or do I still need tu call ya 'Doctor Hoying'?" I giggled at my own way of speech. 

He gave me a small tired smile. "You can call me Scott if you'd like."

"Alrighty." I yawned. "I'm tired. Can you carry me to my room?" I made grabby hands up at him. My eyes were mostly closed. 

"I think that you don't get any more alcohol any time soon." He lifted me up and stared to carry me to my room. 

"You're pretty. Why don't you have a model for a boyfriend? Wait! You are gay right?!" He chuckled a bit.

"Yeah." He set me down on my bed.

"Anyway, how'd you get stuck here? Forced to work with the crazy Gra--" I was cut off with a short kiss.

"You are not crazy. I don't believe you're crazy. I happen to enjoy working with you, so make drunk Mitch stop degrading yourself. He is beautiful and fabulous. Got it?" He gave me another quick kiss on the lips before turning around to walk out.

"Wait, Scott!" He didn't stop. He did, however, flip the light on and close the door. He knew me so well. And he kissed me. I snuggled under my covers, though not before scanning the room. My thoughts kept me up for awhile. Eventually, sleep overcame my thoughts and I surrendered to dreams.

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A/n: Hope you liked it!