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

Ask Me Out

"Hey, Mitch."

Scott stood right next to my car when I came out, smiling before he pulled me in for a loving kiss. I kissed him back, blushing when I felt the stares on us.

"Hey, babe," I muttered, flustered. "I brought the clothes."

I went to open the trunk, getting out a bag full of neatly folded high brand dresses. I looked at Scott, wanting to make sure he knew what he was holding.

"I love these dresses," I began, insecure where I was going with it. "Thank you for letting me hide them."

The smile on Scott's face was soft and genuine. "Of course, honey. Anything for you." He pressed his lips to my temple before taking the bag and putting it into the trunk of his car, the one that was parked next to mine. I bit my lip as he slammed the trunk closed, not sure I wanted to tell him. Thankfully, he realized something was off.

"Sweetheart?" he asked worriedly. "Are you okay?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm just- I think we need to talk. About- uh... about prom."

"Sure honey, what is it?" He took my hand into his but the ringing bell interrupted my thoughts.

"Later?" I asked. "During lunch? I'll be behind the school, where we first talked."

Scott just nodded, looking at his schedule. His eyes lit up and I looked at the piece of paper in his hands and understood why.

"We have art now," he said smiling, and took my hand as we both walked towards the building.

Mrs Anderson was already in the classroom, a small smile on her face. I liked when she smiled because that usually meant she was generally happy with the class and might give us a fun exercise. To be quite honest, I felt a bit out of place in my art class (ironically), but when Mrs Anderson told us we were going to paint designs after collecting in our projects, I was the only one with a smile on my face. Well, except for Scott, who turned to me and gave me a smile back, letting me know he was happy for me.

We were given canvases and paints and brushes and were told to start out with a small sketch that we would turn into a painting. All that was due next Tuesday, so we had exactly a week. I immediately got out my pencils and started sketching, thinking of all those high brands and how I could merge their recognizable designs into one piece.

I decided for a big ballgown, drawing a dark gray base and then starting to experiment with patters. I thought of Balmain, the rope patterns it was known for, Vetements with their oversized garments and extreme shoulder pads, Versace with their Greek style... it was going somewhere.

I was so focused that I flinched when someone put a hand on my shoulder. I heard a chuckle from behind me and turned around to see a tall blonde boy towering over me.

"What are you drawing?"

I looked at my sketch that wasn't even close to being finished.

"It's going to be a ballgown," I said, looking back up at Scott. "I wanted to merge some of my favorite brands, so this-" I pointed to the top with golden patterns, "this is Balmain, along with the two rope holders right at the sides. This-" I pointed to the shoulder pads, "is Vetements with the oversized stuff, and the rest is Versace. Well..." I smiled, remembering yesterday's events. "Except the lace. That's... supposed to be a little something reminding me of- um..." I blushed, but I knew he understood what I wanted to say.

Mrs Anderson came to me and I told her exactly what I had told Scott before. Well, I obviously left out the part about my lace dress, saying it was just a little something that I added because I liked the idea. She smiled at me.

"I see you're familiar with fashion," she said, her voice warm. I liked her - she was a great teacher, very understanding of her students' thoughts and everything.

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm going to the Academy of Art in San Francisco. I'd like to study fashion design."

Her eyes lit up. "That's amazing, Mitch. If that's your dream then go for it. I can already see that you're gonna be an amazing fashion designer one day. You're a great artist."

"Thank you."

She was so kind. How did the world deserve people who were like her?

***

Lunch break came soon and I walked out of the school, surprised to see Scott standing there right at the spot where we first talked months ago... It's been so long. But then again, it hasn't. It hasn't even been a year, but it felt as if I'd known this guy for my entire life. He'd turned my life upside down, and despite everything that had happened, I was endlessly thankful to have met him, to have him in my life. He was everything.

I smiled when he approached me, putting his hands on my hips and pressing a soft, loving kiss to my lips. I kissed him back, smiling.

"You wanted to talk, sweetheart?" He asked, his hands still on my hips. My smile dropped and I bit my lips insecurely.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Prom. Next week."

He intertwined our fingers and led me to the wall. We both sat down next to each other, nearly no space between us. I smiled, thinking back to the first time, when we were too awkward to sit closer than a foot apart and talked about superficial stuff.

"I know we talked about it already," I began, nervous. "That we- uh... that we're going together."

He put an arm around me, seeing how nervous I was about all this.

"You don't wanna go?" He asked and some part of me expected him to sound disappointed, but he didn't. He sounded... understanding?

But I shook my head. This wasn't what I'd wanted to say.

"No, that's not- Look. I'd love to go to prom with you." I locked my eyes with his blue ones, letting him know I was serious about this. "But..." I continued, "I'm scared. What if they won't let us go there together? I know prom is really important to you."

He just shrugged, taking me by surprise. "Not as important as you, honey." He pressed a kiss to my cheek. "If I'm not allowed to go to prom with the person I love, then I'm not going at all."

"You could take Kirstin?" I offered. I knew going to prom was very high on top of his bucket list, and I wasn't going to ruin that just because I happened to be a boy.

"I'm not going with anyone else," he just said, already sure of his decision. I couldn't help but feel relieved at his words. So it didn't come into question for him to go to prom with someone else. I was a lucky guy.

"So... Are we going?" I asked, raising my eyebrows in question. Scott smiled sweetly, turning around so he was facing me as he took my hand into his.

"I've always wanted to do this," he muttered before locking eyes with mine. "Mitchell Coby Michael Grassi, would you like to go to prom with me?"

I chuckled, flustered, but so in love with the boy next to me. I leaned in to kiss him hard, my heart threatening to jump out of my chest. He was perfect.

"I'd love to," I said softly when we parted, our foreheads still touching. I chuckled and pecked his lips again, so endlessly grateful to call this boy mine.