I'm not crazy (Scomiche)

Chapter 13

In the morning, when I got up, I peaked my eye open to look at the clock on my nightstand. 6:15. I decided that Scott most likely wouldn't be up so I should wait until he comes to get me. I wouldn't want to snoop around his house without permission, while he's still sleeping. I may be crazy, but I'm not a creeper. So, I made my way to the corner that he left empty for me. I searched my bag for my iPod and charger and cuddled into the confines of the two walls.

I don't know how long I was sitting there, but eventually the blonde came in to get me. "You know, you don't have to wait anymore for someone to bring you to go get food." I shrugged as a response. I fumbled a bit to get to my feet but eventually achieved my goal. Earning a bit of a giggle from Scott. "I made pancakes!" That got my attention. I practically flew to his side. A decent meal sounded good.

"I don't think 'All Saints' ever made pancakes. Even if they did, they would be burned and would no longer look, smell or taste anything like a pancake. Like, at all." I gasped and shook my hands in front of my mouth. "Do you have syrup?! I would love syrup! I feel like I'm babbling. Am I babbling?" He laughed and shook his head at me.

"Again, you're adorable." He walked away. Again. Leaving me to blush. Again. I quickly followed when he yelled, "Mitchie, your pancakes are going to get cold and your syrup is going to make them soggy. Get yourself down here!" I reared the corner and dived into my chair. They smelled so good. I didn't have a fork yet, Scott was getting one, but part of my wanted to just put my face to my breakfast and throw manners to the wind. Eventually though, Scott came with three things, a fork, a knife and a cup full of a black liquid. I would recognize that smell from anywhere. Coffee. "How do you like your coffee?" 

I told him and he gathered the ingredients. He put them all in and as soon as he added the cream, my hands were on the cup, bringing it to my mouth. "OMG! It's heaven in a cup!" There wasn't any coffee at the asylum. I turned my focus back to the sweet smell of my breakfast. I quickly set down my drink and hoovered my breakfast. "You are the best cook!"

"They came from a box..."

"And I couldn't care less."

He smiled the slightest bit and then said, "Why don't you get dressed? We're going shopping for clothes, later." This was going to be the best day of my pathetic life! I tried to get up calmly, to look elegant. You can guess how well that worked, but what can I say, I tried. 

When I got upstairs, I dug through my bag to find clothes. Hoying was right, I desperately needed clothes. Sometimes, back at the asylum, a doctor would bring me something that looked about my size. I never got to choose clothes. But now, here I am, getting ready to go shopping! 

Finally I decided to go with a plain brown shirt and faded, blue jeans. I didn't like it, but it was the best I had. I walked down the stairs and sat on the couch, waiting for Scott to finish. He walked downstairs after a couple of minutes and tossed his keys in the air and expertly caught them with one hand, all while still walking. I shot up from my place on the couch and my quick little steps had a hard time keeping up with his long strides. 

He opened the passenger side door for me. "What a gentleman," I said. This caused him to blush a deep red. He strode over to his side and got in. When he looked like he was about ready to go, he hesitated first. 

"If you feel like you might have an episode, just uh-, just tell me alright. Don't stray too far from me just in case, alright?" Aw, he's so sweet, being all caring and stuff. I nodded and hummed to show my understanding.

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We got to the mall in fifteen minutes flat. However, we had to drive a bit until we found a spot to park. I waited for Scott to tell me what to do. It's been awhile, and I don't know what is proper anymore. "Get out and wait by the front of the car while I get myself organized." I did as he said and waited for a short amount of time, practically bouncing in anticipation.

He grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the mall doors. We got in and it was buzzing with people. I suddenly became very unsure that I could do this. Hoying must've read me because he squeezed my hand twice quickly for reassurance and reminder that he's here. That alone made me feel ten times better.

We heading off toward a store with an amazing collection of clothes. We threaded through all of the business and into the close to empty store. "Go crazy." He let go of my hand and I was off. I came back with two pairs of black skinny jeans, a sweater, a flannel shirt, three t-shirts, and one long sleeved shirt. He smiled at me and shrugged. "Is that all you want?" He said with a chuckle.

He put it on the counter and paid then we went back to the car. I was exhausted, and excited. Like drinking coffee and going on anesthetics. "Today was the best day ever! Thanks." I leaned over the dashboard to peck his cheek.