Scomiche One-Shots

Grad

A/N: First of all, I'm obsessed with that picture. How is he so beautiful all the time? The dimples. I can't. Someone help.

Alright guys. This is another AU type of thing. Also, I'm gonna try to write this from both of their POV's and just split the chapter in half or something, because I've gotten way too comfortable writing in third person, so this is one that I'm gonna use to challenge myself. I'll probably fuck up. We will see.

Btw apparently the only thing I know how to write anymore is fluff. Forgive me.

You know the drill...

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Mitch's POV:

     "I just can't make it, Mitchy. I really wish I could, you know that." All the air immediately left my lungs. Of course he couldn't make it. He was in college now. Of course he didn't have time for me anymore.

Everyone always said that things would change between us once he graduated and went to school. They told us that distance would change everything, and so far it seemed like they were right. We only talked a few times a week now, and it was usually short texts. He was always just too busy.

Kirst couldn't make it either. She had told me a week ago through tears that she would sell her soul not to miss it, but unfortunately it just couldn't happen. I didn't realize how long I had been quiet until Scott spoke again

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I have to go. I'll talk to you later, Scott." I was about to pull the screen away from my face to hang up, but I could hear him talking on the other line still.

"Wait. Why are you mad? You know that if it were possible for me to come, I would. I don't understand." I could feel the last straw snap, and I knew I would regret everything I was about to say, but I couldn't stop myself.

"I'm mad because I miss you. You don't have any time for me anymore. I get it. You're a college kid now and are just so busy that you can't even text me more than once a day. You act like I don't even matter anymore, Scott. Do I? Do I matter to you, Scott? Because it sure as hell feels like I don't."

"That's not fair and you know it. I have classes Mitch! I talk when I can, and you know I'm trying my best! You're being unreasonable."

"You don't even text me, Scott. Everyone said this would happen. Everyone said you would drop me as soon as you were set free from high school. I shouldn't be surprised. I really have to go. I'll see you in a few weeks when you come home. Bye, Scott." I ripped the phone from my face and ended the call before letting a few stray tears run down my face.

I could hear my phone vibrating every once in a while for the next hour, but I ignored it every time. I needed to calm down and not worry about him not being there tomorrow. It would be okay, and we would get through it.

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     It was finally the day I've been working towards for my whole life; graduation. All those years of hard work were ending. The gown the gave me looked ridiculously large on my thin frame, and the cap looked out of place too.

The ceremony was starting to bore me. So many people reiterating the same thing: "congrats, you did it, follow your dreams, and never give up!" Yeah, okay.

After an excruciating two hours of sitting, we were finally lining up for diplomas. Eighteen years of work for a fucking piece of paper that lets people know I have an education. Great.