Crushing (Scömíche)

Chapter 11

Scott didn't ask what had happened. I hadn't expected him too though. He knew when I didn't want to talk.

"I think we really need to talk." He said, stopping the car in the driveway. I didn't open the door, and turned to look at him.

"About what?"

"I think you know." He said.

"Scott, I'm tired can we-" I started.

"No. Now is the time." He said sternly. I dropped my hands into my lap and looked at him.

"Talk then."

"You didn't just say that because you wanted to, and nothing you feel is ridiculous. Tell me what you were thinking." He said. I sighed.

"I felt passion. I wanted love, and there you were. I wanted to fall in love and have a happily ever after with my best friend, but that doesn't happen in real life." I spat, pulling the door handle and flinging it open, slamming it behind me when I was out with my stuff.

"Mitch!" Scott yelled.

"Yeah Scott? Yeah, I know you're going to say you love me. I don't want to date you, I don't want to fall in love and get married to you. You know what Scott, I do love you, and I would be completely willing to fuck you every night, but I don't want to marry you, and I know that if we fuck you'll want to get married. That's how you are and it's perfect. Much better than my life. I think that if you are fucking someone you should want to someday marry them, but I'm not like that. I don't want to get married, or have kids. I'm 23 for fucks sake! I should be having a great fucking time and getting laid, so why the hell is this bad? But I don't care. Neither should you. Sorry Scott." With that I stomped into the house and into my room.

I had felt those things for a long time. There wasn't a drop of me that wanted to get married. At least, not now. Why was everyone so caught up in getting married, settling down, and going too fast. Maybe I do want a boyfriend, but someone getting all touchy-feely on the first date isn't ok with me. I just want to slow down and have a great time while I'm still young ! Why is that so hard for people to understand. Scott had been prepared to PROPOSE like a week ago! And Kirstin would have said yes! What would I have done? I wasn't going to live with a married couple! Where would I live? I would just- I don't know!

I collapsed onto the bed, running my fingers through my hair. Maybe it would be best if I moved out.

"Stephanie?" He called through the door. I smiled a little.

"You can't come in I'm naked." I said.

"Sounds like I should come in."

"Don't." I said.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm naked." I said.

"You don't sound naked." He said.

"How does one sound naked?" I questioned.

"I don't know, but I have a plan. Get naked and we'll figure it out."

"You're flirting is useless Scottland, call someone else." I said bitterly.

"It's not flirting if you are trying to make someone happy again." He said.

"It worked, come in." I said. He opened the door and sat on the edge of my bed politely.

"Say something." I prompted.

"What if I don't want to get married." He said.

"But you do. I'm not going to live feeling like I'm holding you back." I said.

"Kirstie made me rethink things. I was moving to fast. It amazes me everyday that I thought we were ready for marriage."

"Scottland?"

"Yeah."

"Shut up." I said, closing me eyes. After a silence he spoke.

"I really love you Mitchell." He said. I rolled my eyes.

"Stop. Mitch." He said sternly, staring me down.

"Scott-" I started to talk, no idea what I planned to say, I was so lucky that he stopped me.

"Hush. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. I want to wake up every morning for the rest of my life with you, married or not. I think about you constantly, nobody else occupies my thoughts. I want Scömíche more than all of the shippers combined, that is how much I love you. I want to look at you a think 'Damn, I'm glad he's mine.' I want you to tell me that you love me and kiss me everyday. I want us to be inseparable, and perfect, just like the movies. I want us to be us not me and you. I want to make cheesy hearts with our hands at each other and I want to hold you and cuddle with you and I want you. Just you and only you. I want you to be mine." He said. I froze, not knowing what I wanted. The whole 'I want Scömíche more than all the shipper combined' thing was pretty cute tbh. But it was a lie. I looked up at him and was about to tell him what I thought about every last word that came out of his mouth when he leaned in and kissed me. He wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me closer.