inseparable

Chapter 9

Scott's POV

I drew him home after a while. First we had contemplated sleeping in the car, but we realized that christmas had it's duties. When we arrived at his house, I followed him to the door and I kissed him on the mouth. Right in that moment, I just wanted time to stop. There had been a lot of wanting-time-to-stops since I met Mitch again.

The day after was no different. A part of me knew that soon Christmas would be over and we would go home to our regular lives. I didn't want this, whatever is was that Mitch and I had, to ever have an end. I hadn't been craving someone like this for many years.

My mom wanted me to help her with the last finishing touches for Christmas. It was after all the day before Christmas. To be honest my entire family wanted me to spend time with them, since I  had spent all my at-home time with Mitch. I knew they were all happy for me. My happiness meant everything to them and they hadn't seen a lot of it for the past years. Still though, they missed me. They only saw me a few times a year.

I tried. I truly did try not to run to Mitch's house and kiss him for a good 5 hours. But after lunch and after some quality time with my family, I'd had enough. I felt like a needy hormonal 15 year old, but that had never stopped me before.

When I left the house no one was surprised. I took my car and drew straight to Mitch's house. Let's just say I wasn't really thinking straight. In any way, in all honesty. All I could think about was Mitch's pretty lips and his beautiful body. I didn't even consider that he wouldn't be at home, or worse, that he wouldn't want to see me.

So when I arrived at Mitch's only to find an empty house, anxiety washed over me. Suddenly I considered everything and nothing at once, and I almost had a breakdown right in my car. I despised these anxious moments when I doubted my entire existence. People I got too close to usually caused breakdowns, which is why during the past years I had cut off most people out of my life. I cut off everyone except from my family. They knew me too well to let that happen.

I could've gone home. Instead, for some reason, I waited. I could've gone home. My family knew me, they would've taken care of me and told me that I would be alright. Instead, for some stupid reason, I waited for Mitch to come home and for my tears to dry. I never felt as stupid as I did after I had broken down. I definitely didn't want Mitch to see me like this, either. But I stayed in my car until it got dark.

Just when I was about to actually give up and go home, guess who came back home? Like a movie, Mitch and his entire family got back home. As I saw him leave the car to get in the house, I nearly drove away. I felt utterly stupid and I felt so much shame. I had been crying about the thought about Mitch not wanting me for, well, a few hours, and I didn't feel like dealing with the fact that he might not want me. I didn't feel like dealing with the fact that he might not want to kiss me back.

Mitch saw me way too soon for me to leave though. He looked really surprised to see me, a weird look appeared on his face. He looked pretty. The beauty himself was wearing a cute red flannel, a big fluffy coat, some black skinny jeans and the cutest pair of sparkly platform shoes I had ever laid my eyes on. I wanted to hug him like never before.

He tapped on the car window, signaling for me to open the door. I did before I was able to regret it.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Mitch said with a surprised smile as he opened the door.

Well, Mitch. I came here to kiss you, to hold you, but you weren't home so I broke down and I've been sitting here since 1:30pm. Yes, I am awards of the fact that it is now 9pm and that I should have gone home a long time ago.

"I, uh, wanted to see you." That's basically the truth. God job, Hoying.

"Well, come in to the house then! We visited my grandma for the day, and she made some amazing food for us. I'm pretty certain there's definitely enough for you as well." He was still standing outside, and as I walked outside to greet him, I was praying with every bone in my body that you couldn't tell that I had been crying. "Hey, are you okay? Your eyes seem a bit puffy." Guess the praying didn't do its work then.

"Oh, uh, yeah. I'm fine. Everything's fine." I said and put on a fake smile.

"If you say so, babe." God, the nickname made my knees go weak. "By the way, I think we forgot something." He said with a smirk, but I didn't take that as a sign.

"Who? Your family? At your grandma? Or did you forget something in your car?" I said completely clueless.

"No, stupid. You and I forgot to kiss." My eyes lit up and I let out a small "oh."

I had been waiting to kiss him for the entire day, literally, and when I finally got to feel his lips against mine, I realized it was worth the wait. He took my hands in his and one last time he asked me if I was okay.

This time I didn't feel like lying. "I've been better, to be honest. But it's alright, I'll be alright. You made everything a little better." Now it was his eyes' turn to lit up. He looked up at me with adoring beautiful eyes, and I kissed him again.

And again.

And then once more.

I wanted to kiss him for all eternities, maybe I could think about stopping to do some other things as well, and maybe I would contemplate to get some food so we could continue the kissing, but I never wanted my lips to stop touching Mitch's.

Though of course, as always, all great things must come to an end. His family had now realized that Mitch wasn't in the house, and when the came out looking for Mitch, I'm sure I heard some gasps and some happy cheers. Guess we weren't the only ones excited about this.

"Do you wanna come eat?" Mitch said with a grin. "No, sorry. I should get back home. Thanks for the offer though. I'm sure your grandma's food is amazing."

Though afterwards I whispered in to his ear; "but wow, your grandma's food isn't the only thing I want to eat." I received a smack on the arm and a giggle after that. And one smiley kiss.

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That night I dreamt about Mitch. I used to dream about him all the time before when we were best friends. We did after all spend all our time together. I used to dream about things we had done, our us getting in to stupid situations and then us laughing about it.

When we didn't see each other for too long I also dreamt about him. I dreamt about him walking to come hug me, but then disappearing right when he was supposed to be in my arms. I would always wake up sweaty and I would always have bad days after a dream like that.

But that night I dreamt about kissing him. I dreamt about pleasuring him. I dreamt about his lips, his arms, his legs, his chest. I dreamt about Mitch, and I dreamt about calling him my Mitch, and him calling me his Scott.

During the morning I woke up to a text saying "I love you, my Scott."