I'm not crazy (Scomiche)

Chapter 14

(You're welcome.)

When we got back to the house in the middle of nowhere, I ran up to my room and tried on all of my new clothes, putting on a solo modelling show in front of the mirror. I decided upon wearing an all black outfit. I looked good, and I knew it.

"Mitchie, come down here for a second! I need to talk to you!" Perfect. My time to show off. I walked casually down the stairs, making sure I swayed my hips a bit. People always play flirt with their friends, right? I walked into the kitchen, I made sure Scott saw me. He acted like he didn't notice and turned around to face the counter. Now his back was facing towards me.

"Mitch I wa-" he stopped and I realized that he was just now processing what he just saw. I leaned up against the door frame. My hands were half in my black skinny jeans pockets. He spun around at a normal pace and when his eyes met mine, they didn't hold the contact long. I watched and giggled as his eyes traveled up and down my body. "Woah." He started walking towards me. "You look great." I put my hand out, resting it on his chest, to stop him from coming any closer. I decided to play with him a little.

I changed my facial expression to one of face concern. "Scott there's something on the side of your mouth, just in the corner." I tapped my own mouth. "I think it's drool." He started wiping at his mouth and I smiled a sly smile as I walked past him to lean on the counter. "Now, what was it that you were going to say before you started staring?"

He turned to look at me. He hesitated, looking over me one last time. I had to try my hardest to push down a blush, I'm not sure how well I did, but oh well. "Oh I- um. I- uh..." he was thinking for a second, still a little distracted. "I will tell you when it comes back to me." I smirked a bit. "Do you want anything? Food, drink, anything?"

"Can I have some wine?" I traced little patterns in the counter to avoid eye contact. He chuckled a bit.

"No alcohol for you!" he joked. I gave him a little pout and whine, but he stood his ground.

"Ugh! Fine, be like that!" There was a second of silence where I just watched him as he tidied up his kitchen.

"Oh! I remember what I was going to ask! And... Um... It's about to get serious. We can do it later if you want."

I was in a great mood. I didn't feel like having that crushed anytime soon. "Uh- yeah, please." I didn't know what he was going to ask, but I was scared to know so I kept my mouth shut. In an attempt to change the mood back to an upbeat vibe, I tried to flaunt myself a bit more. I started walking up to him, swaying my hips as I did before. He gulped and turned his back to me. I walked up behind him quietly. My dainty fingers traced up his spine and I watched as a shiver dominated his body. He whipped around to give me a death stare.

In turn, I gave him yet another sly smile. "Oh, you're going to get it." I was confused by his words until he ran his fingers up my side, causing me to jump to the side and squeal. "I'll give you ten seconds to run. 10... 9..." I started furiously running into the living room. I knew I couldn't out run him, he would be faster by a lot. So my only option was to hide. I slipped in beside the couch on the side closest to the wall. "4... 3..." It was my only chance. But I was still doomed, there was no hope. "2... 1.... Ready or not, I'm going to get you."

I felt like I was sweating like a pig. My position on the ground was uncomfortable, but I didn't have another choice right now, I really didn't want him to see how pathetically ticklish I was. Scott's large steps echoed through the house. Finally his steps made his way into the living room. They were slow, yet powerful, making me more nervous by the second. I couldn't move, but I could feel his steps get closer.

From behind, I felt a hand poke my side, earning yet another squeal. "Boo." He tried to continue to tickle me, but I squirmed until I got to my feet. I ran as fast as I could, but, knowing it was a lost cause, wasn't to surprised when he caught up to me and wrapped me against his chest with one big arm. His fingers trailed up and down my sides. Fighting was no use but my body naturally twisted and turned. My laugh was echoing through the house, loud and obnoxious.

"STOP! STOP, PLEASE! NO!" I begged between laughs. He continued. My feet and arms thrashed.

"You have been making me uncomfortable all day and you know it. It's payback time." He continued to tickle me until my leg kicked his and we both ended up on the ground. This seemed familiar. Once upon a long time ago, at 'All Saints' this happend. Oh, and it ended awkwardly. Get up, get up, get up! I scrambled to get to my feet, but I ended up on top of Scott. My hands beside his head and my legs straddling his waist. I just stared down into his icey blue eyes. He really was a pretty man.

He switched the position just as I was about to get up. He was now staring down at my confused and slightly frightened face. He took a second to look over me. Then he started leaning down, looking as though he was going to give me a kiss.

I wanted this. I have wanted this. I wanted him to kiss me. On the other hand, what if he leaves? I've gotten so close to him. Closer than I had ever gotten with Kirstie. I wouldn't be able to handle it if he left. He was still leaning in, but at the last second, changed his course to whisper into my ear. "I would love to, but it would be wrong. Being too kind and breaking the rules was how I got fired from my last job. It would be too risky." His words caused shivers to travel up my spine. He leaned up and looked me up and down. "No matter how tempting it is to break that rule."

Then he stood up and left to his bedroom. Leaving me, alone, on his living room floor, breathing erratically.

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A/n: any suggestions? I would love to hear what you guys want! Maybe I'll put it into the book!