Scomiche One Shots

Ski Trip

I had the urge because of Mitch and Scott's snapchat stories where Mitch said he didn't ski and Scott had pictures of a whole group about to ski except for Mitch oh my god

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Mitch was lounging in the cabin. He wasn't one for the cold and even on the rare occasions when he was in the mood for cold a cold nose and ears, he wasn't up for physical activity outdoors.

So, while everyone was outside skiing, he was inside on his phone.

He didn't think he would really mind all that much; he sometimes liked having time to himself and often would use the time to absolutely ravish himself.

But Scott was out there. With Alex.

Honestly, he didn't have a problem with Alex, per se. He simply had a problem with how much Scott seemed to enjoy Alex's company.

Yes, yes, Mitchy was a jealous little girl.

He wanted his friend all to himself sometimes and he was hoping that this trip would help them rekindle the flame that was their friendship. Being so busy with touring, Mitch found that both of them were often too tired to really talk or have any alone time outside of what was Pentatonix. Sure, they often shared a room together but they were always either out or passed out in bed.

When he found out they'd all be going on a ski trip, he was excited to have some relaxation time with his long-time friend, despite the skiing part.

It, of course, felt like a sting when Scott willingly left him alone in the cabin to go skiing with Alex.

He just wanted his friend to show some care. Was that too much to ask?

Mitch had fully pampered himself; showering, moisturizing, doing his hair, putting on comfy clothes, applying some makeup, and even doing his nails. He sprawled out on the big comfy couch that was in the main room and turned on the television to binge-watch one of his favorite tv series. He had gotten a few episodes in and just started to doze off when he heard the front door opening.

Hidden from his sight, he had no clue who had returned from skiing (nor how many people) and decided to let his eyes continue to fall shut.

Heavy footsteps made their way into the living room and he heard the rubbing of fabric together, guessing that whoever it was wanted the many layers of clothes off of them.

Continuing to fake sleep, he shortly after felt a sudden warmth enveloping him. The feel of soft flannel-like fabric against his hand told him it was a blanket. He started to crack open his eyes to see a tall blonde looking back at him with a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Why, hello there, Princess Mitchy." Scott spoke quietly, running his hand through his friend's hair affectionately.

Mitch smiled; maybe Scott cared after all.