Scomiche One-Shots

NY

There were a lot of things Mitch liked about living in New York. There was always something to do or someone to see, his recording studio was based here, and he liked how fast-paced everything was. There weren't many things to dislike about the city, but as a rule, the brunet couldn't stand tourists; but every rule is made to be broken.

It was a particular shitty Tuesday and Mitch was late. His manager expected him in the studio over and hour ago but things just weren't going his way. His alarm never went off, his hot water heater broke, and the line inside Starbucks was impossibly long.

He'd finally made it back out to the sidewalk to walk the last few blocks to his studio when it happened. Something solid collided with his shoulder and not only did Mitch spill his coffee, but he couldn't regain his balance and he found himself sprawled out on the hard cement.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" The stranger that slammed into the smaller man was speaking to him but it took Mitch a few seconds to process the words.

"Are you okay?! I'm so sorry! You fell hard. I think your leg is bleeding!" The words stopped for a second and Mitch could feel his anger bubbling over.

"Of course I'm not fucking okay! Jesus, don't you have eyes? Can't you see where the fuc-" the words on Mitch's tongue evaporated when he flicked his eyes up to the broad man who had landed him in his current position.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't see you. You're so little and I didn't see you in the crowd. Let me help you up." Mitch let his eyes study the hand held out for him before taking it and letting his weight be hoisted upwards so he was planted on his feet again. "Come here, I want to make sure you're okay." The tall blond guided him off to the side, out of the way of foot traffic, before turning those amazing blue eyes back to his own brown ones.

"I'm okay." The words were soft as they left Mitch's lips. "It's just been a really shitty day." The brunet raised an eyebrow when the stranger had the audacity to laugh at him. "Is something funny?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's just that it's only nine in the morning and you're already having a shitty day?" Mitch briefly considered slapping the taller man but he decided is face was much to pretty.

"Yes. I missed my alarm, my hot water heater broke, I don't have coffee anymore, and now I'm bleeding on my $500 jeans. Sounds pretty shitty to me." The blond let out another laugh and Mitch decided he was trying his patience on purpose. "Yeah, I'm gonna leave now, asshole."

"Wait! No! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." The smaller man turned back and raised an eyebrow at the other. "I just... you're right. That sounds awful. Can I get you another coffee?" On a normal day, Mitch would have said no and been on his way, but today wasn't normal and he found himself nodding and rejoining the sea of people heading towards the coffee shop with a tall blond by his side.

The crowd inside the shop seemed to have died down and Mitch was almost disappointed there wasn't more of a line. He had no real reason to speak with the other man after they got their drinks and for some reason he found himself frowning.

"My name is Scott, by the way." Scott. It fit him.

"I'm Mitch." Blue eyes scanned across his face before he was met with a smile.

"I like that. It's just as pretty as you." A warm blush covered Mitch cheeks and he found himself openly flirting back.

"Is that the best you've got, stretch?" The blond tossed him a lazy grin as he settled his hip against the counter where they were waiting for their drinks.

"No, I can do better. Hang on." Mitch watched the man curiously. He really was gorgeous. "Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only ten I see." Scott finished off the line with a wink and the brunet couldn't hold back his laugh.

"That one was even worse."

"If I could rearrange the alphabet I'd put 'U' and 'I' together."

"Oh my god Scott, st-"

"Is your name Earl Grey? Because you look like a hot-tea!" Mitch was crying with laughter at this point and it only got worse when Scott's composure cracked. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm done. I swear." It took a few seconds for Mitch to regain enough composure to speak.

"Those were terrible, but you're very cute. What percentage of the time have those actually worked for you?" Their drinks had come by now and Mitch found himself following Scott outside.

"That depends on whether or not I can convince you to go out with me tonight." There was a slight hesitation and Mitch let his gaze fall to his hand when a larger one slipped into his own. "Come on. One date."

"Okay."

"Okay? Yes?" Mitch laughed again and rolled his eyes. Scott was good at putting a smile on his face.

"Yes. Okay. I'll go out to dinner with you. Give me your phone." The blond complied and couldn't keep the smile off his own lips.

"Just for the record, you're the only one I've ever used cheesy pick-up lines on so I guess that means they have a 100% success rate." The wink shot in Mitch's direction raised a blush to his cheeks and then Scott was taking small steps away from him. "I'll call you in a few hours to get your address and everything. I'll see you tonight, beautiful." With that, Mitch was alone in the crowd of people again.

A/N: hi idk if I like this but I'm considering part 2 anyways lol