Can't Afford To Lose Another Second With You (Scömìche)

Movie Night

Friday rolled around pretty soon and I was beyond excited for Scott to come over. Which was weird. Why was I so excited to have my best friend over for the millionth time? I let my mind wander. Maybe because he was fully single again and I could have him to myself? Or maybe because I just loved my best friend and therefore loved spending time with him? Or maybe because of the plans that I had for later that evening? I seriously didn't know. But whatever, it didn't matter. I was excited, that was a fact, and that was the only thing that mattered.

When I came back from school I took a thorough shower and made sure to shave in all places, making my skin soft and smooth and lathered myself in lotion when I was done. I brushed my teeth and dried my hair, styling it the usual way. I also put some make up on, concealer to cover up the dark circles under my eyes and filled in my eyebrows. I also made sure not to forget my trademark chapstick.

I went into my room with just a towel hanging from my hips. Shit, it felt good that my parents weren't home. I had the whole, giant house to myself. No parents also meant no maids, they would just come when I called them. I didn't like having maids around. Sure, it was company, but I felt sorry for them. They all had families that they wanted to be with, so I made them go home for those three weeks that my parents had gone on vacation, to Fiji. They were endlessly thankful.

I looked through my closet, finding my red shirt that I had worn on New Year's. It was still dirty and held memories I didn't want to think of, but it was Gucci. I didn't know if I could bring myself to actually throw it away. I hung it back into the closet and instead pulled out a black button-up with diagonal rows of frill. It looked rather simple in comparison to my other clothes, but it still looked as if I cared about my appearance. I put it on and decided for black skinny jeans to go with it. Some color? Nah. I was fine.

By the time I was done the doorbell rang and I sprinted downstairs to open the door.

"Hey, Mitchy," Scott hugged me tight and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek. "So happy to see you."

"Me too," I said, taking his hand. "Let's go to my room." I pulled him by his hand and he followed me upstairs. We left the door open. No one could bother us now.

"Aren't your parents home?" Scott asked and I shook my head. "They went on vacation for three weeks. Fiji."

"Wow," he raised his eyebrows. "So you live alone?"

"Yeah," I said, smiling. "It's great. I can do whatever I want to do and no one's randomly shouting at me for nothing. I love it."

"Sounds great."

"It is." I smiled at him. And I get the chance to try something, but I'm not telling you yet.

"So, what do you want to do?" Scott asked, sitting down on the bed.

"You up for a movie?"

He nodded. "Sure!"

It was already getting late. Meeting up after school always ended up being shorter than usual, but Scott was staying over this time, so it didn't matter. I checked my watch. It was 5:30.

We ended up watching Naomi and Ely's No Kiss List, eating cheap microwaved popcorn and thrashing all over the white expensive sofa, but I didn't care. I couldn't have cared less. With Scott by my side I was happier than I could've ever been and on top of it all, this one character in the movie, Gabriel, was hot, so it was perfect.

We were snuggled up in a blanket, my head on his shoulder when the ending credits came on and music started blasting from the speakers. I turned the TV off. It was dark outside. Perfect for my surprise.

"Scott?" I asked carefully, heart pounding in my chest. What if he'd say no? He looked at me, seemingly worried. I put my hand on his chest, feeling his body heat. And his heartbeat. Was it quicker? Or was it just wishful thinking?

"Have you ever been in a hot tub?"