TINDER❥ || Scömìche

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We walked over to the small tree. It looked strong and one of the branches was thick enough to sit on.
Seconds later Scott already sat on it.
I struggled. The tree was small but I was smaller and I definitely had troubles to climb it.
Scott laughed.
"Omg, stop laughing! It's not my fault!", I screamed offended.
"Calm down, beautiful! I'll help you", he put out his hand.
My heart began beating faster.
He called me beautiful again.
I reached out for his hand and let him heave me onto the branch.
It shook a little and I hold onto his arm searching for safety.
He flexed his muscles to give the safety I needed and I could feel his strong and stable arm. Impressive.
"You okay?"
"Yes, thank you", I smiled at him.
He smiled back.
Together we stared at the blue sky. I could enjoy the time without speaking just knowing Scott was sitting right next to me.
The stunning beautiful man I knew from a stupid dating app and who I fell for.
"Do you want to look at the photos?", he asked shyly.
"I'll do it when I'm home, ok?"
"Yeah of course! I hope they turned out good!"
"I'm sure about that! You looked pretty professional photographing me. Have you done it before?"
"No, I haven't! Just a few pictures of my old pet or stuff, you know? But I'm glad you're happy"
"Have you had any hobbies earlier? Did you do sports or music?"
"No"
"Tell me something about you! About your past", I scrambled.
"No, I don't want to!"
Why didn't he want to talk about it?
I just wanted to find out more about him.
"Come ooon!", I grabbed his arm and shook it lightly.
He suddenly pulled his arm out of my grip aggressively.
"Don't you understand?! I don't want to talk about my fucking past!", he screamed at me.
I winced and looked at him in shock.
This was too much.
I besetted and pressurized him too much.
And he scared me a little bit.
What should I do now.
It was so awkward.
I ruined it. Everything! I could had have a chance but I had to be my shitty stupid ass self and destroy everything.
We stayed silent for a long time.
I felt my eyes getting wetter and wetter.
I still couldn't believe I did that.
But I couldn't cry now.
It would look like I'm a pansy and worse that I like him ... a lot.
I mean I do but I didn't want him to know.
Yet I couldn't suppress that my eyes probably shone a lot.

"Hey, I-I'm sorry!", yes, he finally said something, "I didn't mean to intimidate you it's just ... I hate my past, regret a lot of things because I did some stupid stuff as a teenager and I tried to avoid that topic! I want to forget that part of my life but I know this isn't an excuse for acting like a damn asshole! I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me", he looked at me intensely, "Omg, are you crying?"
Shit he noticed.
Before I could do anything he turned my face to face him and could look directly into my eyes: "No no no! I don't want you to cry! Please stop, I'm sorry, pleeease!", he really sounded desperate.
I wasn't mad at him. Definitely not.
Just surprised but not mad.
"I'm not crying", I whispered, "and I'm not mad at you. I couldn't know you didn't want to talk about ... the past. And I was being an asshole being so scrambling and all that stuff. I'm sorry"
"No, you don't have to be sorry! It was my fault but now let's just forget what happened, ok?"
I nodded and couldn't help but smile.
"Can I hug you?"
"Of cour-", I got interrupted by his long strong arms wrapping around my small body.
He was sorry. What else should explain those actions?

We still talked for a quite long while and I enjoyed every second of it.
I told him about my highschool years and my past in general.
He listened closely to everything I said and I felt understood and paid attention to.
Like somebody really cared for me.
Time passed by fast and the sun slowly disappeared behind the horizon.
Everything was lighted in red, orange and purple light.
It looked beautiful.
"Let's go home", I suggested.
"Don't want to hang out with me anymore?", he smirked.
"No! I'm just very tired and it's getting dark"
"Are you scared of the darkness?"
"No, only of what hides in it"
"Hmm, ok, let's go!", he jumped of the tree and reached out for me to help me.
I refused because I was sure I could do it alone.
With a quick jump I stood next to him and before I could begin to walk he grabbed my hand.
Our hands that fit perfectly.
Why did he keep doing this?
Is he giving me false promises or is he teasing me?
Yet I had nothing against it and addict myself to his touch.
Together we walked back to the now dark park's entrance and further to my home.
In front of my flat's door he hugged me one last time.
"Thanks for the help again!", I smiled a bright smile.
"I love helping! Tell me when you need some help and I can help you anytime", he smirked and winked at me.
I blushed.
What does he mean by that?
It was sure what he meant but I didn't expect it at all.
"Ok", I answered quietly.
"See you, Mitch!", he waved at me after pressing my hand lightly for the last time before he disappeared downstairs.
I immediately went inside of my small flat and got ready to sleep.
I doubt that I can fall asleep easily today after all the amazing stuff that happened.