pet | scömìche

chapter one

a/n: hi frens. my name is ansley, as i'm sure you know. peanut and i are writing another book together, obviously, and it's pretty gr8 i guess. so like enjoy??

matthew towered over him, his eyes dark and his fists clenched. "you f*cking idiot."

scott flinched and cowered away from him. "i-i'm sorry, i'm s-sorry," he said in a small voice with his eyes glued at his feet fearfully.

matthew scoffed. "yeah, i'm sure you are," he spat. "look at me."

scott reluctantly looked up and met his eyes.

matthew slapped him across the face hard.

scott whimpered and quickly reached up to cup his cheek in his hands. he blinked back his tears and glanced back at matthew.

"you're lucky i'm feeling nice today. otherwise you'd have a punishment coming your way." matthew regarded him distastefully. "come on, sl*t. you're going to pleasure me."

scott whimpered quieter, but nodded and murmured a small, "yes, s-sir."

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scott clutched onto mitch's hand and walked alongside him down the sidewalk. he was trying to hide his limp, but he could only do so much. he was still trying to stay off of his right leg.

"so, where do you wanna go?" mitch asked, swinging their hands exaggeratedly.

"wherever you want to," scott answered quickly, forcing his other arm to stay at his side rather than being wrapped around his stomach.

"but i don't caaaarrrreeeee," mitch whined playfully, pouting up at his best friend.

scott smiled forcedly at him, hoping it wasn't noticeable. "me neither."

mitch hummed obliviously, looking around. "do you want coffee??"

"if you want it."

mitch sighed loudly. "scooooooottttt."

scott flinched slightly, but quickly stopped himelf. "sorry."

mitch sighed again, but smiled slightly as he looked up at him. "it's okay. you know i'm joking."

scott nodded slowly after a moment. "y-yeah..."

mitch hummed again and leaned into his side as he looked around again.

scott kept his eyes on the ground and held mitch's hand tighter.

normally, this might seem like odd behavior, but scott had always acted that way around mitch. mitch thought nothing of it as he squeezed his hand and pulled him off to starbucks.

scott let mitch pull him and shakily laced their fingers together so nobody could pull him away from his best friend.

mitch bounced on the balls of his feet once they were inside the steamy coffee shop, scanning the menu. "what do you want, scottie?"

scott shook his head slightly. "n-nothing."

mitch frowned slightly and looked up at him. "you sure?"

"yeah. thank you, though," scott said timidly, avoiding his eyes.

mitch hesitated, but nodded, and put on a smile as he ordered his coffee.

scott cowered away from the barista and stood behind mitch, still holding tightly onto his hand.

mitch smiled brightly and handed over the money, momentarily letting go of scott's hand to take the coffee.