Scomiche OneShots

Prom

Mitch checked his reflection just one more time. He wanted to look perfect. It's Senior Prom night, and he has a date this year.

A hot one, at that.

So he adjusted his hair one more time, made sure his makeup looked good, that his cream sheer button down was flowing in all the right places, then grabbed his coat. The Coat™. It was pink and fluffy and sooo expensive, but worth it for the iconic ass prom pics he would get out of it. He carefully took it out of the garment bag and slipped it languidly off his shoulders before heading downstairs to get his phone, clutch, and his date's boutonnière. He was trying so hard not to trip in his chrome Margielas, that he didn't notice his mom and aforementioned date at the bottom of the staircase.

"Mitchy..." "Oh, honey...", the two spoke on top of each other. Nel was already frantically taking photos at various angles, but Mitch's eyes were locked on the boy in front of him. He wore a cream turtleneck and a black velvet tuxedo jacket. His hair looked so soft and wavy, he must've gone to get it cut just for tonight. Mitch's eyes travelled down the blond's body. A flashy, silver Rolex on his left wrist and a clear plastic box held in his right hand, well tailored black suit pants, matching velvet loafers. Such a juxtaposition to the Nike and Adidas that he wore every day to school.

"Scott," Mitch sighed affectionately, and was almost frightened when his mother's voice drew him out of his intense ogling. He agreed that, yes, they should take pictures together before they left, and let his mom drag them to a spot in the house with good lighting. As they posed, Mitch gasped when Scott slid a hand under the pink Gucci fur and around his thin waist. He stole a quick glance up at him and noticed the sly smirk on his face widen before pulling Mitch in closer.

"Now we have to get one with Scott putting on the corsage!"

Mitch rolled his eyes at his mother's enthusiasm, but Scott seemed just as eager as he fiddled with the plastic box. He hastily pulled out the corsage, but slowed his movements to take Mitch's wrist delicately. They spoke quietly to each other while Scott secured the flowers and Nel snapped away on her phone.

"I didn't know for sure if you'd want one."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know... maybe you'd think it was too fem."

Mitch chuckled a little. "I'm wearing a pink fur coat and sparkly platforms. Nothing is 'too fem' for me, babe. Besides," he pauses to smile up at him, "you got it for me. So, of course I'll wear it."

"Now, Kissyboy? Let me get you putting on the boutonnière."

Dammit, he kept forgetting that she was here.

Mitch snatched the simple pink rose off the dining room table and attached it to Scott's suit jacket. "You look so good," he whispered.

Scott smiled softly in response, his eyes crinkling at the sides. "Not as good as you."

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Mitch's POV

We were in the middle of dance floor. A slow dance song that I'd never heard played loudly from the speakers.

"Thank you for asking me to Prom, Scotty."

"Who else would I go with, babe?"

"I don't know... I'm just so glad you're with me. We're such a power couple."

He smiles down at me and pecks my cheek before whispering in my ear, "Let's see how much of a power couple we really are."

The crowd of students was directed towards the DJ to crown this year's Prom Court. Scott and I ran together, and surprisingly got a nomination. Of course Scott "MVP" Hoying would win King, but me? There was no way I could be Prom Queen. Our school was accepting enough to nominate me, but for me to win? Probably not.

"And Martin High School's 2016 Prom King is... Scott Hoying!"

I turned to beam up at him as he murmured, "See you up there soon, Prom Queen." I rolled my eyes and clapped with genuine congratulations. I was so happy that the rest of the school knew how special and talented and amazing he is. But still, I sincerely doubted that I would be picked over any of the girls that I was running against.

"I'm so proud to announce Martin High's 2016 Prom Queen: Mitchell Grassi!"

Wait... what?

I was escorted though the crowd and onto the stage, a few voices yelling 'woo, go Mitch!' or 'scömììììche!!' Scott was beaming at me, the stereotypical red crown already gracing his blond locks. Someone behind me placed a tiara on my head and a mic in my hand. This was really fucking happening.

Scott spoke into his own microphone, tucking me under his arm, "Well Mitchy, do you have any words?"

"...No."

He immediately began an obviously prepared speech about how thankful we both were, how much we loved our school and blabbity blah blah. All I was able to do was watch him talk and try to process what just happened.

"And now, Martin High... I'm gonna dance with your prom queen." He declared, sweeping me into his arms and carrying me off the stage.

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We left prom early, at Scott's request. He explained as we walked hand in hand to his car, that he had a surprise for me.

"...Is it dick?"
"Well... that might be a part of it."

I studied his smirking face and asked, "Did you get us a hotel?"

He smiled ever bigger and kissed the hand held in his own.

"You'll just have to wait and see."

A/N

I've been trying to finish this for a while and I soon realized that it could relate to what we know about s+m now.  This is set in the present, and a part of the "Choir Room" AU, so if it hits too close to home, I'm sorry I guess?? I know everyone (including myself) is really emotional about the 🍓 book.

Stay safe and love yourself!