Scömìche One Shots

Roommate (Slight TW)

A/N: I got an idea for a one shot last night and so I'm writing it! It might be a while before I update again because I'm going on Vacation and won't be back until the 12th of August. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Trigger Warning

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Scott's POV

I love Mitch. I love Mitch Grassi. I mean, I loved him as a friend but I never realized until a few months ago that it was more than that.

I loved Alex, and was so ecstatic when he agreed to date me. But over time, I realized he just wasn't the "one" for me... The one to spend my life with.

I realized that it was Mitch that I could imagine spending the rest of my life with. I could see us growing old together! I could see us having kids and naming them after Beyoncé because we are crazy like that! Alex just wasn't the one.

Alex always told me I was immature. That I needed to stop obsessing over Beyoncé and start acting like a "true man" as he put it. I wanted to end the relationship badly, but I would get cut off every time I tried to breakup with him.

Alex insisted he move in with Mitch and I. His excuse was; "I just want to be able to see you everyday when you aren't on tour!" But in reality, it was because he didn't trust Mitch. He admitted to reading FanFictions and it made him think something was going on. He refused to let us record Superfruit alone. He had to be in the room while we recorded. And he made me let him edit but then he wouldn't watch it over with us once it was uploaded.

I would go to the gym alone most days, leaving Alex and Mitch at home. Everyday I left them, I would come home to see Mitch with scratches, or he would lock himself in his room and cry, refusing to eat. In fact, I ended up feeding him one day because he wouldn't eat for a week. I sat him in my lap, on the ground in his room with a bowl of his favourite soup. He finally gave in and let me feed him. Luckily Alex wasn't home that day... He was out with Jake. Every time I came home to see him with an injury, he came up with an excuse, weather it was the cat or he fell out of the shower.

One day, I arrived home to see a a trail of fresh blood leading from the kitchen, to the living room, then to the bathroom where I found my best friend, holding a previously white face cloth to his now purple and blue-ish nose and cheek. He was crying. There was tear-mixed blood everywhere. His left eye was swollen and Mitch was laying on the ground, shirt off. I saw there were bruises all over his ribs and his foot was blue.

"Mitchie, baby! What happened?" I gasped at the sight.

"It hurts, Scottie! Everything hurts!" Mitch cried out in pain.

I would not alloy my best friend to be in pain. I called an ambulance, telling them the situation, also that I would try and take care of most of it.

I cleaned up the blood off his beautiful face. Then getting some ice for his face. I ran a towel under cold water and placed it on his side. I wrapped Mitch's foot in compression wrap before carrying him out into the living room, sitting down on the couch, Mitch in my lap. The smaller boy clung to my chest, sobbing. I could almost feel his pain. I stayed with him until the paramedics came. Just before they arrived, Alex came home from whatever he was doing. At his arrival, Mitch buried his face in the crook of my neck, whimpering. He held on to my for dear life.

Alex asked what was wrong. I told him what all got hurt but I realized I didn't know how exactly, he got that hurt. Mitch refused to tell me while Alex was in the room, so Alex left again. The paramedics arrived, taking a look at him.

Mitch had a broken rip, he broke his nose too. He was close to breaking his jaw as well. He fractured his ankle and now has to use crutches. After the paramedics took care of him, I laid on the couch, carefully laying Mitch on top of me.

"Michelle, tell me what happened, baby" I pleaded, rubbing his back in a calming way.

"Stephanie, I would but I know you're happy and I don't want to be the cause of you're sadness. I can't tell you. You're happy..." Mitch sighed.

"Mitchie, baby! Tell me what happened, please? There is nothing that you could do or say that would take away my happiness!" I insisted.

I'm glad I insisted he tell me...

Mitch's POV *Two hours before*

Scott left for the gym. 'Oh great! Time for another beating from Alex!' I thought as Alex casually walked in my room.

"I see the way you look at Scott! You love him, don't you!"

"You little worthless piece of shit!"

"You're just a fat slut!"

"I'll kill you if you try and steal my boyfriend!"

"Fat!"

"Slut!"

"Bitch!"

"Worthless!"

And "useless!" Were just an outline of what Alex shouted at me as he punched me, and kicked me. He pushed me over. Alex dragged me out into the kitchen, beating me more. I cried.

He never hurt me this much before. He only ever dragged his nails across my skin, or pushed me around. I had no clue what I did to make him so damned mad.

Alex finally left, but not before giving me one last kick, leaving me to crawl my way to the bathroom. I laid there, white towel on my bleeding face, crying. I was there for about an hour before Scott came home from the gym. He found me, I cried out in pain as he asked what was wrong.

Scott called the paramedics and cleaned me up.

Scott's POV

Enraged was an understatement. I was over furious. I wanted to kill Alex for hurting my Mitchie. Mitch then explained that he made up excuses because one, I seemed happy with Alex and two, Alex said he'd kill Mitch if Mitch told me, or anyone for that matter.

Alex came home. I told him to pack and get out of my house.

"I'm breaking up with you" I yelled. Alex looked sad.

"B-but why? I thought you loved me! Don't you?" Alex trembled.

"You damn well know why! You hurt Mitch! And when you hurt Mitch, you hurt me too, get out!" I yelled. Alex packed his things and left.

I immediately went to Mitch's room where he laid. He moved over, allowing me to lay down with him. He snuggled closer to me.

"I love you, Mitchie" I whispered.

"I know, Scottie... I love you too" Mitch whispered back, his eyes closed.

"No- Mitch, baby... More than that" I clarified. I looked down to see Mitch smirking.

"I know... I love you too" Mitch whispered. I placed my hand under his chin, bringing his face closer to mine.

We both leaned in, our lips colliding in a perfect kiss. Our lips fit perfectly together, as if they were made for each other.

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