Scomiche One-Shots

I Found

A/N: Hey. So the inspiration for this came from Scott's song of the week, "I Found" by Amber Run. I don't know if someone has already written something based off the song, but the idea is cliché and I'm sure the concept is greatly overused by multiple authors, but I wanted to write this so I am. It's a longer one.

I also wanted to say thanks for all the support! You guys have been great and I appreciate all the feedback from everyone.

Love you all.

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     "And I'll use you as a warning sign, that if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind."

     Scott didn't know when things started changing. He didn't know when the touches initially started igniting flames under his skin. He didn't know when the smiles began causing his heartbeat to skip. He didn't know when the confusion started setting in.

Nothing had changed, but everything had changed. It didn't make sense and he couldn't explain it if he tried.

Maybe it was the constant reminder from his fans, and peers, and family that Mitch was his other half. Maybe it was an epiphany and he realized all at once that he was falling hard, but wouldn't he remember the switch flipping in his head? He didn't know. He wished he did.

The bottle of vodka was over halfway gone when he heard the lock turning on the door to his apartment. He knew who was going to walk through the door and he suddenly wished with all of his being that he was sober. He was often loose lipped while inebriated and the current secret swimming around his head and his heart was not something he could slip up about.

The brunet was through the door before he had time to brace himself and Scott's eyes met the familiar brown ones nervously. He prayed his face wasn't giving anything away. The dazzling smile aimed directly at him reassured him that he was holding himself together well.

"Drinking without me, Scotty? Again?" Again. The word rang in his ears and he suddenly realized that this was the third night in a row that he was drowning his thoughts with a bottle.

"Sorry, Mitchy. It just sort of happened. I thought you were out on a date tonight?" Scott couldn't have missed the slight falter of that beautiful smile that he could stare at for the rest of his life. It was just a brief twitch, but he saw it.

"I decided to go shopping instead." He was lying. He didn't even have bags with him when he walked through the door. Scott decided not to point that out.

"Oh. Well come have a drink then!" Mitch wasted no time in getting comfortable next to Scott and taking a long drink from the bottle. The vodka burned its way down his throat but the feeling was welcome.

If the tenor was being honest, he was worried about his best friend. He knew Scott liked to party, but it was rare to find him drinking alone; and this was the third time in three days that Mitch had come home to an intoxicated blond.

Scott froze when he felt slender legs draping across his lap and he did his best not to flinch away from the touch. He loved touching Mitch and being close to him, but since the gears had started turning in his head the week before, he was cautious with his affection.

Mitch noticed immediately that Scott was hesitant at the contact and he retracted his legs. Something was very wrong and he didn't know what or why.

"Scott?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you mad at me?" Scott's eyes widened as he looked towards the beautiful face so dangerously close to his. Mad at him? That was absurd. He couldn't have been mad at him.