One Shots -Scomiche-

Can't Sleep Love

The kind I dream about all day
The kind that keeps me up all night
Gimme that can't sleep love
(Yeah!)

Mitch

It was one of those few and special Fridays again. The evening we made happen approximately once a month just Scott and I. You see, he was somewhat of a party animal, quite liking the loud clubs and wild dancing whilst I was more of the red wine and go to bed early -type. But we had this pact that once a month we'd do something together on a Friday evening and just enjoy each other's company like best friends do. Since we lived together we got to spend lots of time together otherwise too, but there was always something special about these Fridays.

Maybe it was because the emotional bond Scott and I shared seemed to be even stronger during those evenings. Because there was definitely something that made them so special. We spoke about everything and anything running through our minds and usually ended up cuddled up in Scott's bed at the end of the night.

Had I seen this situation from an outsider's point of view, I would have immediately assumed that those Fridays were our date-nights. Because all the ingredients for that were there: dinner, movies, cuddles and exchanging thoughts and feelings. Well, all kinds of feelings except for the romantic ones. Those were shuffled aside, to the extinct of my ability, so that I could just enjoy those few times when it was only him and me.

"I'm home!" Scott exclaimed in his usual manner after the door had closed. His working schedule was later than mine, since we were doing different shows this time. Working on Broadway was amazing, and we both loved it deeply, but there were definitely a few things that I always wished could be different. The most obvious at the moment was of course the difference with our schedules whilst doing different shows. For example tonight, Scott had done Wicked and I was only rehearsing the next show I'd star in. When this happened, our time together always became shorter which saddened us both but at least we had the nights to ourselves. And during these times we slept cuddled up in the same bed, only because we simply missed each other so much during the day.

Isn't that just disgustingly couple-y? I thought so, but Scott seemed to think that this was completely normal best friend behaviour.

"The popcorn is ready!" I shouted an answer at him and he let out a loud whoop, making me jump slightly. Damn him and his loud and adorable after-show energy. I was about to yell at him for scaring me when I heard a soft laugh from behind me and felt two arms creep around my stomach.

"Aww Mitchy did I scare you?" He said cutely and I ignored the flutter in my stomach, elbowing him softly to make it seem like I had at least a little bit of control over my reactions. In reality, this was all pretty forced behaviour, if I'd gotten my way around I'd turn around and kiss him hello. But of course, that was not the case, and I had no intention of trying to change that. Our friendship was too valuable to me, no silly romantic feelings I might have for him were worth risking what we already had.

"Yes you did stupid!" I exclaimed and stuck out my tongue at him childishly. But it didn't matter that I was being silly when I was with Scott, he knew me so well already.

"Stúpidó." Scott joked and opened his arms again, his eyed pleading me to come and hug him properly. I sighed as if I was only doing this for him while in reality, I had awaited this the whole day.

Scott's arms felt as safe as ever and I let my much smaller arms find their way around his body too. Scott's head was buried down into my shoulder and I felt him sigh contently. A lovely warmness spread inside me, it always had and probably always would when I was with Scott. Like nothing else mattered but the blonde man, looking at me like I was the only star on his nightly sky. I had never figured out where that look came from nor why, but from occasion to occasion, it was there.