MITCH SING-OFF, 6TH PERFORMANCE:
"Hey! That's my laptop! What are you doing?!"
"Just liking messages sent to you and flirting a bit."
"From who?"
"Girls who loved your thrusts in the Britney Medley," Scott giggled.
"What?! No you're not!" I looked over at the screen and HE WAS!
"Scott! Stop!" I reached for it and he pulled it away, closed it and gave it back to me.
"It's okay. I'm a bit tired of it now."
"How long have you been doing this?"
"During your shower."
Damn it, I take really, really long showers.
"Why? Why would you do this to me?!" I was exasperated with him.
"First, those girls will vote for us to win. That's why we are here," he said in a totally annoying manner.
"Second, I did it to my followers too. Same reason. Third, remember way back a couple months ago when we wrote to our favorite performers and they recognized our tweets and posts? It's nice. It's a nice thing. Fourth, ...," he paused.
"What? What is fourth," I rolled my eyes at him while I looked at my social media to see the damage he had done.
"It's good to have you know, for you know..."
"No. I don't know. It's good to have for what?" I snapped.
He looked down at his hands, "Your annual," he said softly.
Oh yeah. There is such a fine line between being a performer and my sexuality being questioned again. I guess this could help. Look at all these girls, mostly very young teens, but still, all these girls who like me, maybe obsessing about me. A little smile was tugged involuntarily on my face. Unfortunately Scott saw it.
"Yeah, Romeo. You're a hottie!" he laughed as he threw a pillow at my head.
"Scott! Stop it," but I didn't mean it. Epic pillow fight ensued!
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When Love is Wrong
FanfictionThis is a rewrite of a story I wrote called "Scomiche Alternate Universe." Wrote a lot of it and got horribly lost. Let's see how this attempt goes. I'm rereading, editing and posting a bit at a time.
