TINDER❥ || Scömìche

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I woke up.
A really bad headache bothered me immediately and I laid my head back sighing and holding my forhead.
Then I opened my eyes slowly adjusting to the bright light.
I looked at a blue ceiling.
Where was I?
That's not my home.
I panicky sat up and looked around.
The couch I was sleeping on was made of leather, next to me was a wooden table with a plate of cookies.
I assume it was a living room.
A small one but a beautiful and cozy decorated room.
A few shelves were standing at the walls filled with books, cups and other strange stuff.
There were cute lamps hanging from above and a few cacti standing on the windowsill.
The walls were white and the ceiling dark navi blue.
I loved it but still didn't know where the fuck I was!
Who took me home yesterday?
What happened?
I stood up swaying and walked through the room touching almost everything and searching for clues.
Nothing.
There weren't any pictures, addresses, clothes or typical things.

"Good morning, Mitch! I see you're already awake?"
I screamed spinned around and threw a vase from one of the shelves.
It was Scott who stepped back and looked at me startled.
Shit. I destroyed the vase.
"Omg, I'm so sorry!", I bent down to pick up the three pieces and laid them down on the shelf staring at them indecisive, "but don't scare me!"
In this moment I felt the headache getting stronger and I lend back on the shelf holding my head again.
"I'm sorry, I didn't wanna scare you. I thought you noticed me", he said quietly, "but first of all sit down or you'll fall over"
He pointed on the couch and I sat down and looked at him: "I didn't know where I was, I was scared"
"I'm sorry and I'm repeating myself! I didn't know what else to do; I mean I couldn't leave you there hella drunk!"
"I was drunk?", I asked surprised.
"Oooh yes, you were wasted!", he laughed and sat down next to me looking at me in an admiring way.
I blushed.
"I can't remember anything! What did I do? Did I do something... sexual? Did I do something to you or have we... like... done something?", I asked scared of what he would tell me.
"No, you didn't. You just danced around and screamed at everybody and you ripped my shirt a little bit"
"Omg no, I'm so sorry, I'm destroying everything!", that was so embarrassing.
Scott chuckeled: "It's okay! But an other question... why did you think we did something?"
Oh god why did he had to ask?
I knew it was a bad idea to ask but it was a reflex.
A thing you ask when you wake up at a 'stranger's' home.
"Uhm, a reflex, I guess", I whispered.
"Mhm", he stared at my hands laid in my lap.
We stayed silent for a moment before he slowly took one of his hand and laid it on my thigh.
It rested there.
Scott fucking Hoying touched my thigh!
He was so close to my crotch and I felt myself getting a bit bothered.
I noticed that he looked up at me into my eyes which are directed on his hand.
I hope he didn't see how red I was.
Suddenly he squeezed my thigh before he clapped with his hands and stood up.
"Ok, I'll bring you home, what about that?"
"Yeah, thank you, that would be nice" I said almost whispering. I just wanted to spend more time with him.

We walked through the other rooms to get to the door and I focused on every little detail in Scott's flat.
It was comfortable, I liked it a lot and felt secure.
"You're flat is beautiful"
He turned around: "Thank you! I think it's messy but I'm glad you like it!"
"Why is my opinion important to you?" He got red.
"Uhm, because you grew to my heart a lot"
I blushed too now.
"You too", I said looking at him smiling.
He smiled back: "Let's go!"
He grabbed my arm then linked our hands and we walked all the way back to my house.
I tried to memorize the way as good as I can.
Houses, a small river, trees, the club and then my normal way home.

After 45 minutes we stood in front of my door.
"Thank you again for taking me to your home! I probably would have died or something"
We both laughed.
"Do you want to come in?"
"Sorry, I can't, I have something to do", he answered.
"Oh ok, no problem" I was disappointed but also happy that I at least could spend the forenoon with him.
"Goodbye, 'til next time!", he hugged me tight and I soked in his scent and warmth.
"I can't wait!", I muttered into his chest.
He pulled back, stroked my arm and looked at me with happy eyes.
One thing I knew for sure was that he would be really really good friend.

I didn't notice that he was already walking downstairs waving at me.
For the last time this day I smiled at him and waved before entering my flat and immediately walking to the kitchen to make myself a coffee.
Yesterday and today were perfect and I wanted it to last forever.