The Story of Scömìche Part 2 (Completed)

Chapter 3

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Mitch finds out that "soon" is closer than he thought. Miraculously, he is released only a week and a half after waking up. I lead him down to my car in silence. He speaks when we are both inside.

"So, that conversation we had on Christmas night?" he says.

"Which one?"

"Think. Right before we fell asleep." I remember. We were laying in bed and I asked him if he had feelings for me. He said yes. My stomach drops.

"Oh." I say. "What about it?"

"Do you, um, still have feelings for me?" I turn on the car, occupying myself for a few seconds to get my thoughts together.

"Yes. Completely."

"Good. Me too."

"By Meghan Trainor." I say, getting a small laugh out of him.

"Can we go on a date?" I am quiet for a few seconds, and I can practically feel his smile getting smaller.

"Yes. Please."

"Can I ask you a question?" he says. I glance over to see him biting his lip.

"Of course."

"Were you scared? While I was asleep, I mean."

"I've never been more scared in my life." I say honestly.

"Really?"

"Really."

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About halfway through the drive, Mitch realizes that we are not going back to the apartment.

"Where are we going? I need to take a shower."

"Yes, you do." I say with a laugh.

"Excuse you, Mr. Let's Grow a Beard." he says, returning the laugh. I missed his laugh. I missed his voice. I missed him. "You didn't answer my question. Where are we going?"

"Home." I say. We pull into the driveway.

"No way. It's our house." I think back to Christmas, my birthday, when Mitch told me that my gift was a house, and now we are in front of it.

"Yep. Let's go."

"Do you have the key?"

"Yes, I do. I picked it up because I wanted to believe that we would be able to live in it someday." He reaches for my hand and I grab it, lacing our fingers together as we stare at the house. "Well, are we going inside or not?" He grins and gets out of the car. I watch him walk up to the front door giddily, bouncing a little as he waits for me to get out. When I get up to the door, I unlock it and stop him from going in.

"What?" he asks, grinning. With no warning, I pick him up bridal style and carry him in while he clings to me for dear life.

"You do know that I'm capable of walking right?" he asks right in my ear.

"Yeah, but I like carrying you around. Plus, we're taking a tour of the house now, and that's way too much walking for someone as gorgeous as you."

"Ooh, someone's confident today." he says, relaxing a little and letting his head rest on my shoulder.

"I almost never got to tell you how I feel. I'm not making that mistake again." I say, readjusting him a little to go up the stairs.

"Don't drop me." he says, and I can tell that his smile is gone, but I keep my gaze forward to concentrate on not dropping the smaller boy in my arms.