Golden Boy (Scomiche)

Mind Reader

Third person POV
Mitch stormed into the hotel. Not mad at Scott necessarily for everything but maybe more at himself.

"Hello how may I help you sir?" The woman at the front desk greeted.

"Umm can I get a suit please? King size bed?" Mitch tried to sound like he know what he was doing.

"Ok, 1 or 2 beds?" She smiled up at him.

He thought about Scott for a second. Did he want to lay next to him? Of course he did. Who was he kidding.
"1 would be great thanks."
Mitch paid the woman and received a card to his room.

"Room 407 enjoy your stay. Elevator is over there to the right." She said pointing away.

Mitch smiled and thanked her as he started walking towards the elevator and then he saw Scott walk in. He rolled his eyes and continued walking.

"Hey! Mitch, Wait up!" Scott called to him.

Mitch stopped in his tracks and waited impatiently for Scott to catch up.

"What's gotten into you?" Scott asked obliviously.
"Seriously Mitch, what's wrong?"

'What's wrong! What's wrong?! What the hell do you think is wrong. My BOYFRIEND was cheating on me with is UNCLE! HIS FUCKING UNCLE!'

Mitch turned and plastered on a fake smile.
"Nothing babe come on, let's go to our room."

They got on the all glass elevator and went up until the 4th floor door opened. Scott grabbed Mitch's hand and he tensed and Scott felt it too but decided not to ask about it figuring it would only lead to an argument. Mitch opened the door to their suit and gasped. It was huge! It looked like an apartment.

"Hey Scott I have a question." Mitch asked walking in and plopping down on the bed.

"Ask away Mitchie."
Mitch blushed at the nickname for some reason.

"Your dad and mom, what do they do?" Mitch asked looking Scott in the eyes.

"My uh mom she's an actress and my dad's a director. That's why they're never home they are always making movies and traveling without me." Scott answered playing with the sleeves of his sweater.

Mitch grabbed his hands, anger suddenly gone and replaced with guilt, and lured Scott towards himself. When Scott sat down on the bed Mitch climbed on top of him, straddling his waist and wrapped his arms around Scott's neck and rested his head on his chest.

"I love you Scott Hoying." Mitch whispered into Scott's chest.

"I love you more Mitch Grassi."

Mitch smiled at that. Scott made him happy and somehow still loved him and--

I wish Mitch would tell me what he's thinking about.

Mitch's eyes grew wide as he lifted his head off Scott's chest. Could he hear his thoughts?!

I'm hungry.

Mitch started laughing.

"What?" Scott scrunched up his face.

"You hungry Hoying?" Mitch asked raising an eyebrow.

"I was just thinking that! I'm starving. I say we order room service, I don't feel like leaving the hotel room." Scott then smiled down at Mitch and pecked his lips and got up, taking Mitch with him and setting him on his feet.

Holy shit... I can read my boyfriend's mind...

A/n
Hai. I'm very tired. In going to go to sleep now. Goodnight. ~Chris