Golden Boy (Scomiche)

You and... Him?

A/N

Sorry it's a little long...

End A/N

He's gone.
He's gone.
He's. Gone.

Mitch's POV

I woke up the next morning with my head on my warm pillow. Aka Scott Hoying's chest. I smiled at the memory of last night. I took a minute to really look at Scott. He's beautiful. His strong jaw line that I loved to leave kisses on and his muscles that flexed every time he lifted something heavy.
His eyes slowly fluttered open.

"Good morning beautiful." He whispered in his morning voice which could make me melt.

"Morning." I smiled up brightly at him. I delicately placed a kiss on his lips.

"Mmmmmm more." Scott whined.

I slowly crawled on top of Scott and bent down to place my lips on his. I ran my tongue over his bottom lip and he opened his mouth allowing me access. The kiss deepened even more when Scott wrapped one arm around my waist and one hand went to the back of my head and tangled into my hair.
We were stopped when we heard a quiet knock on the door.
We jumped apart and I pretended to be sleep.

"Yes?" Scott answered once he caught his breath.

His uncle walked in.
"Breakfast is ready whenever y'all get hungry."

"Alright thanks." Scott chirped.

It was dead quiet for a minute.
"How long have you known him?" His uncle asked.

"A few months. Why?" Scott questioned.

"Do you love him?"

That question caught me off guard. Why would his UNCLE care so much. I mean sure making sure he was happy is one thing, but the way he asked sounded....I dunno...sad?

"Yes. I do very much." Scott answered back.

After that I heard the door close. I sat up and started to put my clothes on.

"Mitch...?"

"He said something about breakfast and I'm STARVING " I said, a smile on my face.

As soon as I reminded him of food he was up in no time, not asking anymore questions.

"I'll meet you down there." I said pecking him on the lips and leaving the room.
I walked towards the smell of food. As I turned the I collided with another body. Followed by the sound of glass breaking. I looked up to see Scotts uncle covered in orange juice and broken glass on the floor.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!!!" I screeched. I instantly bent over and started picking up the glass with my hands not caring about the cuts I was getting.

"No no it's ok." His uncle reassured.

I scurried into the kitchen and searched for the trash can but didn't see one in sight.

"Under the sink." He said from the same position as before.

I rushed over and opened up the door under the sink to reveal a trash can.

After dumping the glass I washed my hands that were covered in blood and sticky orange juice.

"Was was tha-Oh my gosh Mitch your hands!" Scott rushed to my side and grabbed my hands in his.
He ran and grabbed the first aid kit from the cabinet above the sink and came back over and sat me down.

"What the hell happened?" He started bandaging my hand up.

"I just- I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. And I made him drop the glasses and I panicked and just picked it up with my hands." I turned to face his uncle.
"I'm so sorry. It was my fault I'm sorry."