I'm not crazy (Scomiche)

Chapter 25

I wake up, feeling Scott's warmth pass into me. I relax into it. My eyes flutter open, but only when he squirms. I look up at him, focusing on everything about him. His eyes are squinted, mouth slightly parted, and his hair was a hot mess. He looked down at me too.

"Sorry Mitchie. Didn't mean to wake you." He said right before he leaned down to kiss my forehead.

"I was up." The memories of last night flooded back. "And, um, thanks for, uh, last night."

"Always here for you. It's what I'm good for." 

I smiled and looked past him at a chip in the wall. That wasn't in my wall before. I looked around, well aware that Scott was watching me. This isn't my room. This is Scott's room. It's falling apart. Clothes were thrown in piles around the room. The walls were chipped, scrapped, peeling, and in desperate need of a fresh coat of paint.

Don't get me wrong, sure the room was messy, but it was Scott's room. I was in Scott's room. He didn't want me in his room. Most of me was overthrown with joy, but part of me couldn't help but feel a tad guilty for invading his space. The last bit he actually had to himself. 

He was always too good to me, better than I deserved.

"I'm in your room," I stated the obvious. "You didn't want me in your room."

He looked at me for a second. He seemed severely uncomfortable. He confuses me. "I just want you to  always be happy." For the second time today,he leaned down and let his lips temporarily meet my skin. Then he got up and walked out. I sat up and took another look around the room.

Why on Earth is my room better than his? He repainted the room I sleep in, yet this is what his looks like?

I shook my head, got up, and walked out of the room into mine. I took a quick glance in the mirror, a double take was definitely in need. I looked awful. My hair was stretching towards every directing, my clothes (from yesterday, I might add) were all wrinkly, and there were bags under my eyes. I pick up my brush and huffed at my reflection. 

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An hour later and I finally resembled a human. My hair  was tamed and neatly swept to the side, my outfit was fresh and I looked good in general. 

The smell of food filled my nose. I ran down the stairs to hear a few sizzle and pop sounds. There was my boyfriend, without a shirt on, over a stove cooking something delicious. I learned on the door frame and tucked my hands into my pockets. "You know, your chest hairs are going to be sinnged if you don't put on something to cover up with." 

He threw a glance over his shoulder and did a double take before turning around to face me completely. "Woah." I giggled a bit then walked up to him and he engulfed my body in his long arms. There was another pop. "Ow!" He lifted me and took a large step forward, then Set me back down.

"What? What'd you do?" I asked frantically. He looked at the back of his arm. There was a large red burn mark. Oil from the pan had splashed him. I didn't say a thing to him as I ran to the sink to get a damp cloth. 

When I placed it on the red mark, he hissed and flinched away. I placed it back on,. He didn't make a sound until a minute later. "Mitchie, you don't have to take care of me. Go ahead and watch tv or something. I'll finish making your breakfast..." My concentration didn't even faulter.

"Shhhh. No. Just hold still, food can wait. You'd do it for me. So, just shut up for a minute and let me take care of you for once." That shut him up all right. I kept the gentle dabbing on his wound and he only contorted his face to show his disapproval. I could handle a little bit of disapproval. "Okay, you're done."

"Thank you." He turned back to the food. I ran upstairs and grabbed a shirt for him out of his messy room. I tapped his back and held the shirt out for him to take.

Not long after, we were sat at the table with an assortment of breakfast foods laid out. Hash browns, eggs, bacon, and toast. I looked up at him and waited for him to make the first move. He looked up at me, grabbed a piece of toast, took a bite then said, "Dig in." And I did.

We didn't finish it all, but most of it. I was in a food coma. Exhaustion swept over me, and I latex back on the uncomfortable kitchen chair. "I'm so cold and tired!" I groaned. Scott stood up and walked over to me. He pulled me into his arms and I snuggled into his warmth. 

We sat on the couch. He played with my hair while I  practically purred under his touch. I started a recap of everything that had happens to me since I had met Scott.

1) Kirstie left

2) I started to feel more comfortable around Scott 

3) My boundaries were reduced 

4) Kirstie came back, she wasn't the same

5) Scott helped me through an episode

6) Scott had to leave, doctor Lee set off a catastrophic episode

7) I was let out of the asylum and moved in with Scott 

8) He became my boyfriend

9) He helps me with everything I could every go through or need. 

10) He loved me unconditionally. Correction: he loves me unconditionally.

He has always been there for me. He won't let me help him, or let himself do anything but help me. I looked up at my boyfriend's face that was concentrated on whichever show was on the television, his body was completely focused on my comfort. A flood of thoughts washed over my mind.

Why doesn't he take care of his self? Why won't he let me help him? What did I do to deserve him? 

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A/n: This story is coming to its end. However, I am going to make a sequel. It will be called 'Crazy for You'. Sound good?