Scomiche One-Shots

Rain

A/N: alright, fair warning. This one actually is sad. It gets happier at the end but I didn't feel like it would be fair to post this without that warning.

It's been raining here for days and I think that partially prompted this.

Enjoy!

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     Two weeks. It had been two whole weeks since the stupid fucking fight. Two weeks since he had watched the little brunet walk out the front door. Two weeks.

He didn't know what to do with himself. Mitch was his other half and he hadn't meant to let their argument escalate to this point. He hadn't meant to even let it get close.

He was so fucking stupid. So. Fucking. Stupid.

Why hadn't he just let him win? Why didn't he let Mitch have his way? Why? Why?!

Scott felt his fist slam against the granite countertop and a shock of pain jolted up his arm. He didn't care. It didn't compare to how much the rest of him hurt.

He heard the vibration from his phone on the coffee table in the living room and he strongly considered ignoring it. He had tried for days to get ahold of Mitch and it had amounted to nothing, so he was absolutely positive that it wasn't the smaller man contacting him.

Still, he figured it was best to check just in case. It only took his legs a few strides to make it to the other room and just as he had expected, it wasn't Mitch. It was Kevin. He ignored the text and pulled himself towards his room slowly. He needed to get some air.

He stripped out of his jeans and replaced them with running shorts and a tank top. Maybe some good exercise would calm some of the rough edges in his mind.

He made sure to lock the door behind him before jogging towards the sidewalk on the edge of the road. Scott had considered going to the actual gym, but right now he just needed to do some basic running. Maybe it'll feel as good as running from my problems. He snorted humorlessly at the thought before he took off.

He was two miles from home when it started pouring. It wasn't a calm storm like the normal ones. The rain was coming down in buckets, the wind was howling, and Scott could ignore how much the weather resembled what he felt going on inside of him.

He turned back for his home but after another mile, he felt himself starting to freeze. His skin was icy and cold and he was sure his lips would be purple soon. Oh well.

By the time he made it home, most of his appendages were numb and he knew he would be regretting it later when he inevitably got a cold.

His thoughts were still racing when he walked into the apartment, and he was so caught up in his head that he almost missed the familiar man standing in the kitchen. Almost.

"Scott?" He was silent as the smaller man approached him. This couldn't be real. It had only been two weeks, but it felt like years. He needed Mitch so much, and now he was finally here, and he didn't know what to say.

His small hand moved to rest on Scott's bicep and as soon as it touched him, it was instantly jerked away.

"Scott! You're freezing! What the hell?! Oh my god. You're going to get sick. Come on. We need to warm you up." He let Mitch drag him towards the bathroom and stayed silent as he watched him fill the bathtub with steaming water.

It wasn't until Mitch reached to pull Scott's shirt off that he found himself talking.

"You're here?" He hadn't meant it as a question but it sounded like one.