Scomiche One-Shots

Realize

A/N: Yes, I know this is cliché and unrealistic, but I'm pretty bummed today and I just needed some Scomiche fluff. Sorry in advance. I don't feel very good about this one.

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"Really, Kirst? Do I have to go?" Mitch was whining and he knew it. He didn't like parties on a regular basis, let alone when costumes were involved.

"Yes really! Everyone is going to be there! The rest of the band is going, everyone's friends, and I'm sure there will be a ton of new people to meet. Please, Mitchy?"

He sighed and raised his hands in defeat before cringing at the squeal ripping through his friend's lips.

"I promise you'll have fun!" He rolled his eyes and nodded. Mitch mentally made an agreement with himself that he could leave after the first hour if he wasn't having fun, which he wouldn't be.

The only thing left to do now was to go home, somehow find an outfit to match this crazy theme, and then make it to and from the party alive.

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Mitch finally found the perfect outfit; it was a pair of tight black skinny jeans, a pair of black boots, and a solid black top that hugged his small frame perfectly. Maybe all the dark clothing would keep eyes off of him and people wouldn't even notice him. There was only one final touch to his outfit, but he would add that once he got to the party.

He ordered an uber and gave him the address once he was sitting comfortably in the car. It didn't take long to arrive, and Mitch found himself slipping out of the vehicle and clutching the final piece of his costume, a full-face, decorative mask.

Only Kirstie could convince Mitch to go to a fucking masquerade.

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Mitch made his was towards the outdoor pavilion where he heard music and saw lights. He wasn't sure who thought this kind of party was a good idea, but they had to have been twelve.

Masks? Come on.

It wasn't until Mitch actually got close to all the other people wearing similarly decorated masks to his, that he realized it was absolutely impossible to tell who was who. Masks made all the difference.

He had received a text from Kirstie fifteen minutes ago that she was here, but after circling through the crowd for the fifth time to find her, he gave up and moved towards the food.

If he was going to waste his time tonight, he at least wanted dinner and some free drinks from it. He was halfway through a bottle of water when he felt a presence to his side. He turned to look and saw a tall and broad figure next to him, reaching for his own bottle of water.

"Hey," the voice said. Where had he heard that voice before? "Enjoying the night?" Mitch cleared his throat and finished his water before looking up at the mask in front of him again. He wanted to see the strangers eyes, but it was much too dark.

"It's alright. Parties aren't really my thing, and definitely not this kind of party." The stranger laughed at this, and Mitch could see a smile pulling at his lips through the mouth cut out in his mask.

"What do you mean? You don't just love wearing masks and not knowing who anyone is?" the sarcasm was thick in the taller man's voice. "If I'm being honest, I thought for sure I would be able to recognize everyone right off the bat, but I haven't found a single person that I know yet." There was a brief pause before Mitch spoke.