Anything Goes (Scomiche)

Snow

I'm snowed in with 16 inches of snow outside so I've gotten a few one shots done in my spare time. If I die of boredom make sure my mom doesn't see any of this okay? Cool.

It's Scott who wakes him up this morning. Which is weird, because Scott loves sleeping more than anyone (except maybe Avi, because Mitch has never met anyone who sleeps as much as him). Usually, it's Mitch who's up first, because as much as he loves to sleep, he loves being awake more, likes having his eyes open and feeling everything around him. That's kind of hard to do when you're sleeping. So he'll crawl out of bed, make some coffee and toast, and then it's a little while before Scott is stumbling out all bleary-eyed and yawning, kind of like a lion cub..

But this morning, it's Scott, jumping onto the bed and Mitch is groaning and trying to roll away. Scott is screaming something, yelling loudly and Mitch blinks his eyes, glances at the clock that says it's just past 7. He didn't go to bed until about 5, after drinking quite a bit to ring in the new year. His brain isn't quite ready to function after only 2 hours of sleep.

"Mitch get uuuuuup!" Scott whines, flopping down next to Mitch on the bed, and Mitch squeezes his eyes shut because Scott has opened the curtain and the sun is over the horizon and demanding to be seen and it's so bright. "Mitchieeee," Scott continues, shaking the other boy's shoulders.

"Sleepy." Mitch mumbles, turning onto his stomach and shoving his face into a pillow. "Why awake?" He's not one for coherence when he's tired and there's a hangover tingling in the edges of his brain.

"Snow!" Scott yells, reaching out and tickling Mitch and that's just not fair. Mitch's dangerously ticklish and Scott knows all of his weak spots and before Mitch is even fully awake he's rolling around in bed, squirming to get away from Scott's unforgiving fingers and laughing and crying because it hurts.

"Stop!" he yells. Before he knows what's happening, he's on his back and Scott is sitting on top of him, holding Mitch down and tickling his sides repeating, "Snow, Mitchie!" over and over again.

"You gonna play in the snow with me?" Scott giggles as Mitch hollers and laughs harder as he screams yes, because he'll do anything for Scott to just stop.

He does then, smirking mischievously and pulling his hands away, and Mitch instinctively reaches out to him. He just wanted Scott to stop tickling him, not to pull away altogether. Besides, Mitch just likes to feel Scott, likes the way he's always kind of warm, because sometimes Mitch feels cold and flustered, and Scott just seems to warm him up.

Scott smiles down fondly at Mitch, hands interlocking and eyes shining snow flurry blue. Mitch can't really think of how to describe Scott's eyes, if he's honest. There's a million and one things they look like, but they also look like something completely new and unknown. Sometimes he just stares at them, because what the hell Scott, why do his eyes has to be like that? Why does Scott have to be difficult?

"Get up so we can go play!" Scott cheers, squeezing Mitch's hands before standing up on the bed, and Mitch laughs, stretching out his limbs.

"Are you sure you're older?" Mitch laughs, and Scott jumps over him and lands on the floor gracefully, while Mitch pouts because just thinking about trying to do that makes his ass hurt from where he would definitely bust it.

"Only by a year!" Scott cheers, and he runs out of the room. "I'm making breakfast, be downstairs in ten!"

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It's cold. Like really cold. Being home, they get this heavy kind of cold, that even when the sun is shining it's still freezing, and Mitch shivers in his two jackets and two layers of thermals. LA spoiled him, he's sure, with warm weather and a sun that doesn't contradict the temperature.