I'm not crazy (Scomiche)

Chapter 19

A/n: GUYS! You... I... and then... NO FREAKIN' way... 2k reads... and I'm feeling a little woozy. I love you guys so much and i know so many people probably say that but I mean it. Kiss kiss!

                                                                   -LinesOfBlack 

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Scott had fallen asleep on the couch. I noticed that it was almost 10:30. We had been watching movies the whole day. Tomorrow I would have to go back to the asylum. 

Ugh, the asylum. 

I looked up at my boyfriend's peaceful face. He looked so sweet, cute and calm. Why couldn't I be like that? Why couldn't my mind be filled with peaceful thoughts that didn't head straight to violent actions? I just want to be normal, not... crazy. I need air. 

I carefully got off of Scott's lap, careful not to wake him up. He only stirred a little before letting a quick hum pass his lips and settle back into his peaceful slumber. I tip-toed away until I was at a safe distance and then made my way towards the front door. The knob turned effortlessly and my little body strained to open the heavy door. 

The door opened slightly and the cool night's air hit the bare areas of my skin. I stepped onto the front step and closed the door behind me to make sure my boyfriend wasn't disturbed by the temperature. He needed his sleep, it must be exhausting trying to care for a... crazy like me. I tried to push that thought aside and I sat down on the top step. 

I was looking around the darkness. Scott lived in the middle of nowhere, so there was nothing to look at aside from his car, grass, and a few rolling hills. 

A little flash of light flickered in front of my face and I followed its whereabouts. The lightning bug was flying all around, but my breath was caught in my throat when it flew up. The stars. I hadn't gotten a good look at the stars in a long time. My eyes drank in the renewed sight with passion. The way they shimmered and there random placement in the sky was what captured my attention. Some say they hold fate, some say they are lost souls, others say they tell a story, but for me tonight, they were just stars. Little balls of dying rock far, far away. That's all I wanted to see, and for some reason it didn't scare me, but offered comfort. I was lost in them.

"MITCH!" Scott swung open the heavy door and screamed in panic. I jumped to my feet and turned to face him by the sudden cease of the soothing nighttime noises. "Mitch! I didn't know where you went! You scared me half to death! I thought you had left, o-or been taken, or were off in some dark corner have bing an episode! DONT Do that to me." He pulled me into a hug and calmed down for the last few words.

"I'm sorry. I was just looking at the stars." My voice trailed lower in volume. My gaze turned back up to the truly captivating specks that highlight the night sky. I felt I hand on my chin, dragging my eye's line of sight towards Scott. The stars remind me of you, you know?" He quickly pecked my cheek and sat on the first step.

"Really? Why?" I sat back down beside him. My body weight naturally leaned towards him. 

"There are little specks of gold that grace your brown eyes. The specks look much like the stars. And the stars are also one of the most beautiful things I've seen." Now, this man! I almost could've held back that blush until the last part! Now I look like a child! I stuffed my face into his shirt to avoid the embarrassment of the blush. 

We stayed out there for a while. We didn't talk, just held hands, watch the stars flicker, and listen to the sounds of the night. Eventually, Scott had to speak up. "Mitchie, you have a big day tomorrow. You should go to bed."

I looked over at him and examined his face. "Will... never mind." I snuggled back into him, but he put his hands up and backed away. I remember what that meant, he was withdrawing all contact until I told him. I huffed a bit. "Will you come too?" Then I made grabby hands at him. 

He seemed to think it over. "Uh, how about I stay with you until you fall asleep?" It wasn't the whole means of my desire, but if he would just be there until I fell asleep, I'd be content with that. I gave him a few nods. 

Without warning, he scooped me up and carried me up the stairs and into my room. He set me down, only to pull back the covers. Together we climbed into my bed. I snuggled into his chest and breathed in his sent. He draped his long, strong arm over my torso. It didn't take long before sleep came to claim my thoughts.

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I woke up alone in my bed. A quick glance at my clock told me it was 6:15. I got out of bed and sat in my corner, but I remembered Scott telling me that I didn't have to sit there and wait. You're not in the asylum anymore. I got up and paced the perimeter of my room, just thinking. But sometimes thinking can be a dangerous thing. 

Should I go? Do I feel comfortable walking around his house without him there? Was he just saying that I could walk around so he didn't seem rude? Is he okay with a crazy walking around in his kitchen, living room, and hallways?

I rubbed my hands over my face and walked towards the door. No, he loves me. He wouldn't hate me because I'm crazy, right? "I'm not crazy." I quickly corrected myself. Before I knew it I was twisting the metel handle and pushing open the bedroom door. 

When I took a step into the hall, I felt completely lost. Now what? So I did what seemed the most sane thing to do. Yup, well, maybe I didn't go downstairs and watch TV like a sane person would. I sat outside my door and waited for Scott to wake up. He didn't want me in his room, he made that clear the first day I got here. So, I stared at his off-white door. That seemed completely normal. Wait, no it didn't, but what else was I supposed to do? At least I wasn't sitting in my corner, inside my room.

Around an hour later, Scott's door opened. He was walking clumsily and rubbing one of his eyes. He jumped back a little with a sharp inhale when he saw me. "Oh," he exclaimed best he could from his state of breathlessness. "You're out! Not exactly what I had in mind, but baby steps. Come here." He opened his arms for me. I stood up and walked into his embrace. "Are you ready for today babe?"

Oh yeah, that. No. "Yeah."

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A/n: hope you enjoyed some more of the fluff, but now it gets real! Back to 'All Saints'!