Forever and Always - Scomiche One-Shots

Kiss It All Better

Based on Kiss It Better by He Is We

Warning: shooting & character death

"No, we're going to that cute little bakery down near Woodbury on Saturday then we have the lunch with Kirstie and Jeremy on Sunday," Mitch sighed, climbing the concrete stairs up to the bank.

"Are you sure? I swear Kirstie said Saturday for the lunch," Scott argued, pulling out his phone to flip through the calendar.

Mitch stopped at the heavy glass door, one hand on the golden railing running horizontally across it, and turned his body to look at Scott. "Trust me, I know what I'm talking about."

Scott was still searching his phone for any possible evidence that he was right but coming up empty. "No, but Kirstie said 1pm on Saturday because that was the only time she could get a sitter."

"She said two thirty on Sunday because that is the only time she can get a sitter."

Scott looked down at the now blank screen of his phone, contemplating having another look for proof that he was in fact right but decided against it. It was more than his life was worth to disagree with Mitch.

"Fine, if you say it's Sunday then I guess it's Sunday. But I swear, if she ends up calling us on Saturday wondering where the fuck we are, I'm gonna rub it in your face so hard that I was right."

Mitch's eyebrow quirked up as he smirked suggestively at the blonde. "Oh yeah? What exactly are you gonna rub in my face?"

Mitch could see the confusion flicker across his face before he caught up with Mitch's sex-riddled brain. "Ugh, Mitchell. Must you try to turn everything into an innuendo? That one was a bit of a stretch."

"Excuse me," Mitch gasped, bringing a tattooed hand up to his chest. "That one worked perfectly well, thank you very much. Besides, you're hornier than me most of the time. You walk around in a permanent state of horniness."

Scott shrugged. "Have you seen you? You'd be the same, trust me."

Mitch gasped again, this time a grin gracing his face, deep dimples denting his cheeks. "You know exactly how to compliment a girl."

"Just this girl." Scott stepped in closer to Mitch to kiss him once before pulling the door behind him open. "C'mon, we've got very important business to attend to."

As it turns out, there was more to marriage than Mitch had ever realised. It wasn't simply buying a ring, saying 'I do' at the end of the aisle and then calling it a day. He thought planning the wedding was going to be the extent of it, but that was only the getting married part, they had the rest of the marriage to figure out.

Last week, Mitch had arranged an appointment at the bank to set up a joint account for them. They were essentially going to be joint humans - though, that's basically what they already were - so they might as well have a joint account, too. It would make saving the money for their honeymoon a lot easier as well. Iceland wasn't exactly cheap, especially with the two of them desperately trying to pay off their massive student loans, but Scott insisted he would take Mitch wherever he wanted to go, no matter what, and who was Mitch to argue with that?

Mitch glanced at the gold rimmed clock on the wall to his left, checking they were on time for their appointment. He was delighted to find it was only 2:50pm, 10 minutes early, a rarity for the two of them. They often got caught up doing other things - namely in the bedroom or the shower or on the kitchen counter - that being on time was practically unheard of, never mind being early.

The soon-to-be-wedded couple were directed to a small waiting area that consisted of only a dozen low, blue chairs and a table equipped with a handful of magazines and pamphlets about bank accounts and such. Mitch dumped his phone and water bottle on a chair before taking a seat a few away from the only other person waiting there, a scrawny man with a thick beard who was casually flicking through People magazine. He didn't strike Mitch as the type to keep up with pop culture and what the Kardashians were getting up to but he supposed there wasn't much else to do here.