PTX Fan-Fic

Scucy?

---Bella's POV

"Scott!!" Lucy yells, speed walking after Scott who is making a b-line for his old bedroom. By the time she gets to him, a door is slammed and locked infront of her. 'Scott Richard Hoying you better not be calling her parents.' I text him. He texts back, 'I'm thinking about it.'. The second after he texts this, I grab Lucy, and we go into the living room. "What am I gonna do? How big of a whole is this going to dig me in." She rambles. I assure her it will be ok.

(A month later) 

Well, it turns out she isn't moving. Which is good. Scott didn't make the situation any better, but our parents talked to Lucy's parents, and ya. So. That happened. Mitch and I are home alone. I'm in the bathroom brushing my hair, and I don't know where he is, until I feel hands on my waist. I smile, looking into mirror to see his face nestled into my neck. We soon make eye contact before I sit up onto the counter of the bathroom and hold his hands. He's standing in between my legs. But you know what sucks? I'm STILL not taller then him! UGH! "What's up?" I ask. He gently slides his thumbs up and down on the inside of my wrists. "I've just been worried about you. I can't stand to see my wife in pain and depressed......my wife....I'm never gonna get used to saying that." He smirks sadly. "Hey..." I start, lifting his head up with my hand under his chin. "I'm not 100 percent all of the time. And it's something I have to deal with. I know it hurts you to know what goes through my head when I'm in that certain state of mind. But I love you. I love you more then my own life. And I will tell my husband anything and everything that's going on." I smile, finishing my VERY long......I don't want to call it a lecture...but....lecture. He steps closer, wrapping his arms around my waist. I wrap my arms around his neck, and before you can say supercalafragelisticexpialadocious, he lays a loving, passionate kiss on my lips. I kiss back, but soon break the kiss to say something. "The scars will go away Mitch..." I almost whisper to him, giving him a hug. "Just think of them as battle scars. #BOTFA." This makes him laugh, which makes me smile. 

(An hour later)

"I want to get a tattoo." I comment, scrolling on Google images if tattoos. "Now?" He asks, in a tone that would say, 'Wait-you're serious?!'. "Ya. Why not?" I say back.

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Hey guys! In the next chapter, which I will be uploading tonight as well, I will be posting a picture of the tattoo. Maybe. Mind you, THIS IS NOT A REAL TATTOO. I DO NOT HAVE ANY. It will be one off of google. So....ya. Till next time! Byez!