Crushing (Scömíche)

Chapter 17

I KNOW ITS BEEN A MONTH IM SO SORRY TAKE ME BACK ILY !!! I've been writing on my other account (which I'm keeping separate) and I kind of forgot about this, so sorry, I still love you guys. Also this chapter is short. Sorry about that to. I'm a bad person. Comment something good that's happening, or going to happen, in your life. I just wanna know.
Also, I apologize in advance. Ily Avi!
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We have to tell them." I said.

"They won't take it well."

"But they're our best friends." I said. He dropped my hand.

"Esther will freak." He said. I could practically feel him lying. There was another reason he didn't want to tell them.

"It's not Esther you're worried about."

"You're right." He muttered, looking down.

"Then who are you worried about?" I asked. He looked up into my eyes, tears filling his own.

"I don't-I can't- I don't think I can handle it." He whispered.

"Handle what, baby?" I asked, reaching over the table to grab his hand.

"What they say. I can't read that stuff. I can't handle what they'll say." He looked down again.

"T-the fans?" I asked. He nodded silently, keeping his head down.

"A-and Avi." He whispered.

"What about Avi, Mitchie?" I whispered. I swear to god Avriel Kaplan I will murder you.

"H-he- I think he's homophobic. He always talks about gay people like they're rodents, not people. He just- I don't know." Mitch said quietly. I stood from the table to give him a hug. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close to me.

"Avi loves us, Mitchie. You'll be okay, I'll be okay. True fans don't care about sexuality."

"Then fans don't worry me. I'm worried about the people who aren't fans." He whispered. I hugged him tighter.

"Do you love me?" I asked.

"Very much." He nodded.

"Do you want the world to know you love me?" I asked. He was quiet for a while.

"Yes."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"I'm not a against people knowing I got so lucky. It's like winning the lottery." He giggled.

"There's my Mitchie." I let go of him.

"Not now, though."

"What do you mean, love?"

"After the album release." He said.

"Fair enough."
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*Mitch's POV*
I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. In one hour our album would be out. I gripped Scott's hand tight. We were on our way to perform Can't Sleep Love  on The Tonight Show With Jimmy Fallon! I tilted my head up to whisper in Scott's ear.

"I'm so scared."

"Me too, baby." He whispered back.

"I wanna kiss you." I giggled,

"I want to do so much worse to you tonight baby." He growled in my ear. My eyes widened for a second before I started to giggle.

"I'm so very scared." I mocked.

He smirked and squeezed my hand in his.

"How much alcohol is too much after the show?" I whispered.

"Whatever it takes to let me take you tonight." He whispered back, nibbling my ear lightly.

"Scott!"

He smirked at me again and just focused ahead of us.
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"Scott!" Mitch called through the house.

"Mitchie!" I yelled back, running out of the kitchen.

"Are you drunk already?"

"Noooooo." I giggled. He raised an eyebrow.

"Maaaaaaaaaaybe." I giggled again.

"Why did you leave me?" I said sadly.

"Kirstie wanted to take me home baby." He smiled, leaning in to kiss me.

"Do you still love me?" I whimpered.

"I love you so much." He pressed out foreheads together, connecting our lips. After a while he disconnected our lips and started pulling his shirt off.

*Mitch's POV*
Suddenly both of our phones started blowing up. I rolled my eyes and tossed my shirt on the floor, picking up my phone.

Kirstie: Who's house?

Avi: Our house is out, Kevin had another 'brilliant' idea and there's stuff everywhere.

Kevin: It's a great idea!

Kirstie: I'm sure it is Kevin. You could all come to my house.

Mitch: Scott's already...tipsy

Scott: AM NOT

Avi: How did you get drunk that fast?!?

Mitch: Nothing's impossible when he's around alcohol

Kevin: So Kirstie's house?

Avi: Sure

Mitch: We'll be there.... Can we have like an hour?

Avi: it's already almost 10

Mitch: Fine, I'll make it work.

"Welp Scotty, not tonight then." I sighed. He groaned.

"But-" he stopped himself.

"Yeeees?"

"Nevermind."

With that we went our separate ways to get ready. I changed into sweatpants and put a tshirt on.

Scott came out in similar attire.

"Grab a water bottle and drink it, right now." I told him. He rolled his eyes but went to get one anyway.

Obviously I drove.

"Are we going to tell them tonight?" He asked, rubbing the back of my hand. I lightly pressed on the brake at a stoplight, and closed my eyes for a second.

"Do you want to?" I asked.

"Yes. A lot. I really want to tell them." I took a deep breath. We were going to tell them.