Please Don't Go (Scömìche)

The...well...End...almost

(ok so I'm sorry I haven't written in fOrever... I'm going to have a new fan fic coming! I need to finish an actual book that I'm writing to publish fOr rEaL tho... but expect it to come around December or January! Also, this whole part may seem out of place from my other chapters... and that's because I haven't written this story in a while, so my writing style has changed a lOt. Anyway, enjoy the (almost) last part! I hope to see you again when I start my next fan fic! :) -Sam)
Scotts pov:
Where do I even begin.
The incredible feelings I felt. I have never loved someone more.
I felt it that night, when Mitch asked me to be his boyfriend officially. I literally cried. I have always loved him. I even asked him if he wanted to be together, and he did, but wasn't ready. Well, now he is.
I've had the ring for 3 years. I know what you're thinking, wow Scott you weren't even dating then. How did you know he'd be the one? Why would you bother getting the ring so soon when you weren't even a couple?
I thought the same thing. But I couldn't stop myself from buying it. I knew Mitch would absolutely love it. I didn't tell anyone I got it, and no one except the person who sold it to me knows I own it. It's been in my room, under my bed, hidden in a box, in a literal hole in the floorboards that I made. And locked. I really didn't want anyone to find it. And no one did.
On the way home from the forest, Mitch noticed immediately I was acting weird. I said I'd tell him later, but by later, I meant after I proposed. Yeah yeah, you want to know why I'd propose after literally less than an hour of dating. The answer is simple; he's the one.
He's the one. There's no denying it. Every time I look into his beautiful eyes and see his face, and talk to him, and film with him, and sing with him, I think about how perfect we are together and how much I love him. I'm sure he does the same.
After we got home, we all talked for a while, but eventually he wanted to talk to me only for a bit. Mitch pulled me aside and we went to his room. He shut the door, in a very innocent way. I knew what he was going to say.
"What's wrong Scott? Something is wrong and I want to make sure you're not doing something you'd regret. I love you, but if you don't love me anymore, I understand. It's been years. It's okay Scott you can just tell me now and avoid any complicati-"
"No! It's not that Mitch! It's something else. It does have to do with you but I can't tell you. You'll understand. I promise," I replied, certain he would just drop it. I should have known better.
"Scott, just tell me. I don't want to worry like this! If it has to do with me, I deserve to know."
I sighed. I rubbed Mitch's arm and pulled him into a hug.
"Mitchy, I absolutely am sure that if I tell you now, it would make everything... messed up." He pouted.
"Scott..."
"I'm fine. I love you Mitchy. I'll tell you in less than a week, okay?" He pulled away from the hug and nodded. He looked up into my eyes and smiled in a dreamy way.
"Your eyes are really pretty," he said.
"Smooooth," I said back, trying to hold back laughter.
"I mean it. They're like... a sea that I wouldn't mind getting trapped under."
I blinked and stared. Then I understood it. I laughed hysterically for a whole 5 minutes, and half of that laughing was laughing about how long it took me to get Mitch's joke. Then, the laughing ended when I heard a knock on the door.
"Come in!" Mitch called out. Avi came through the door with Kirstie and Kevin trailing behind him, trying to look in.
"What's so funny?" Kirstie said. Mitch looked up at me and laughed.
"Nothing," I said.
"Ah the young and in love gays. You gotta love em. I almost said lube em, but you know, same thing," Kevin said. Mitch rolled his eyes and we all left to go bake cookies. Mitch had bought cookie dough before we went on tour, and it was still okay to bake and eat.
While everyone was taking turns mixing the batter, I slowly backed away from conversations and walked to my room. I made sure no one followed me, and locked the door. I moved my bed over, and opened the floor boards. In a locked box beneath the floorboards was the box which contained the ring. I took off all the locks and opened the lid to the bigger box, and took out the smaller box containing the ring.
I opened it and saw the ring. I hadn't seen it since a year after I bought it. It was still in perfect condition, and seemed to shine brighter than it had when I bought it.
     I prepared what I was going to say, well actually, I tried to. It didn't work out too well, and I decided to just make up what I was going to say on the spot. It always seems more from the heart.
     I put the back in the boxes, but didn't lock them. I went in my closet and pulled out a box from there. Inside it were many unlit tea lights and fake rose petals. I took them and went into Mitch's room. I locked the door and began to set everything up. Every few minutes, I listened to make sure everyone was still talking out in the kitchen.
     "Where's Scott?" I heard Kirstie say after a minute.
     "Probably in the bathroom," Avi replied.
     "Or just in his room. He's been through a lot the past few weeks. He's probably glad it's over and everyone is safe. Everyone needs time to think now and then," Kevin said, and I knew he had my back. He tends to understand situations that he isn't even a part of. I grabbed my phone, and texted him quickly.
     'ty kev, im doing something important. knowing you, you probably already figured it out.'
     He quickly replied, 'No problem Scott, and yes, I have an idea of what you're doing. I'll cover for yo'
     I noticed the spelling error and heard Mitch start talking. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but I assumed he was talking to Kevin, and that's why his text was unfinished. He wanted it to get to me before Mitch saw. I looked back at my phone, and the texts he sent were gone, and I realized he unsent them. I unsent my message too.
     "Scott free," I mumbled to myself, and silently laughed at my own pun.

    Once I was finished, I closed and locked the door behind me, knowing that Mitch would be too lazy to get the key. I put my key that went to Mitch's door in my pocket, and went to go help frost the cookies.
     The entire time we were decorating, I was shaky. I dropped my frosting knife, but luckily it was only a butter knife and couldn't hurt anyone. Unless I directly stabbed them, which I didn't plan on doing.
     Mitch noticed, but didn't say anything, which I was glad for. The less we talk about it, the more a surprise it comes to Mitch. I tried my best to make Mitch stay away from his room by getting anything he needed myself. He probably thought I was trying to be a good boyfriend, which was only half the reason why I was getting everything he needed and treating him like a queen. 1: he deserves it
2: ...I'm going to ask him to...marry me.

The more I thought about it, the more scared I got. Once we were done frosting cookies and ate a bunch, I was shaking so much I had to sit on the couch in a puffy blanket. Mitch saw me and immediately sat down next to me.
     "You cold?"
     "Yeah...Or maybe I just want to cuddle you," I said with a wink. My shakiness make my wink turn into a weird flutter of my eyelashes. Mitch took off the blanket and sat directly next to me. He then wrapped the blanket around both of us. I smiled at him, and laid my head on his shoulder. It was the most peaceful I'd felt in weeks. Mitch brushed a piece of my hair off my forehead and kissed it. I smiled as I drifted off to sleep.

Ok heyyyy I'm sorry for not updating for like 4 months.... but hEy I'm back. This might seem a little out of place but at least it's here. Also I didn't really edit it so it's kinda... all over the place. Yeah overall this really sucks. Anyway. Thank you for reading!!!!
Boop boop,
~Sam 💕🏳️‍🌈