cheerleader || scömìche (boyxboy)

seven

(a/n: IT'S BEEN LIKE THREE MONTHS I HATE MYSELF LITERALLY SO MUCH BUT HERE I AM. I'M NOT DEAD. BUT I AM WRITING A NEW SCOMICHE FIC CALLED LOVE/HATE SO. WATCH OUT FOR THAT ONE BABIES. ♥

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Scott and Mitch stayed up in the latter's room for four hours straight before hunger drew them downstairs. After they ate, they returned back up to Mitch's room to continue their Mario Kart 8 tournament. Turns out, Mitch is better than Scott at Mario Kart and it really shows. It surprises Mitch how easy being around Scott is. They'd spent seven hours together by now and neither of them are getting tired of the other. It's now about eight, so Scott decides that they should get going.

"It's about thirty minutes to the drive-in, and I wanna stop and get some snacks that won't cost seven billion dollars beforehand." Scott explains, stretching his arms above his head and yawning, "D'you have any blankets you wanna bring? It might get cold tonight."

Mitch nods, veins buzzing with excitement as he opens his closet and grabs a rather worn but fuzzy blanket, holding it tightly to his chest. Scott smiles fondly down at him, wrapping an arm around Mitch and leading him out to Scott's car after grabbing their phones and wallets and such.

While they drive a comfortable silence falls over the two teenagers as Mitch leans his head against the back of the seat and Scott flicks through radio stations. Scott finally settles on a station that's playing Top 40 Hits, and the current song is some new dubstep dance track that Mitch has only heard when he goes to the mall and once when Kirstie was getting ready last weekend. He taps his fingers against his thigh to the beat, listening to Scott hum along to the lyrics.

Before Mitch knows it they're pulling into a 24-hour corner store and Scott is telling Mitch to stay in the car. A few minutes of waiting and Mitch is just beginning to get impatient when Scott exits the store, two cheap coffees in his hands and a bag of goodies on his wrist.

"I got you a salted caramel mocha 'cause it sounds like something your white ass would just love!" Scott teases, handing Mitch the coffees so he can put them in the cup holders. Mitch sticks his tongue out, adjusting in the seat as a slightly chilly but not unwelcome summer breeze flies through the open convertible.

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Cecilia, on her trip upstairs to retrieve pants, sends a text to Mitch asking him how his day's going so far and then chooses a black pair of leggings, changing into them. She doesn't bother getting anything else, simply walking halfway down the stairs to see Avi cleaning up their slight mess as fast as he can. She smiles softly because he hasn't noticed her yet, continuing to clean and hum under his breath.

"You don't have to do that, y'know." Cecilia chuckles, finally joining him in tidying up.

"I know, but... I guess now that we're together I really want your parents to like me."

Cecilia makes a point of aggressively rolling her eyes, "They love you already!" She tells him, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. He blushes and they finish cleaning, rushing to climb into Avi's car and head out.

As they drive, Cecilia turns down the radio and looks over at Avi, "How do you think Scott and Mitch are doing?" She inquires.

"Probably not as good as us," Avi says slyly, making a right turn onto a relatively busy city street, heading across the town.

Cecilia laughs brightly and leans back in her seat, closing her eyes and relishing in the cold breeze hitting her skin. Goosebumps spring up on her entire body, but she doesn't feel cold- not while Avi is next to her. A rush of not-quite-asleep-but-basically-asleep passes over her, and next thing she knows she's blinking her eyes open to be faced with the drive-in movie theater sign.