PB + J (A Scömíche Fan Fic)

Flawless

Writers Note: Mitch is flawless, that's all I have to say. But seriously I had that part of the Beyonce mash up they did stuck in my head yesterday and I'm pretty sure I annoyed the heck out of some people singing, "WE FLAWLESS." On another note, this chapter actually isn't the original chapter. Fun fact. I wrote a whole different thing and I wasn't into the vibe it was giving off so I rewrote almost all of it. So this one was kinda hard to work with. I tried my best though so I hope you like it. But we won't keep ya. Also it's Spring Break for me *yayyy* and ill be in Vegas for a couple days so hopefully ill get some writing in on the way there but I'm not sure about the whole Internet situation so hopefully I can update there but I'm not so positive. Ill try my best though! So thank you so much #sorrynotsorry this is dragging on.

*kissy noise* Goooodbyeeeee

Mitch's POV

A soft hand rubbed mine, gently and gracefully. I blinked my eyes until they finally opened for a second, I let out a small sigh. My body ached and felt sore.

"Mitchie.." I heard a cute voice say.

I closed my eyes tightly, "Scott?"

He rubbed my hand some more, "I'm here." I could hear a smile in his voice, it made me happy to hear him again.

"Is Kirstie and Avi and Kevin.." I mumbled.

"They're out getting coffee. How are you feeling?"

I finally opened my eyes and saw his beautiful blue eyes studying my face. Even though I was probably torn up, bruised, and scratched; he still looked at me like I was the most magnificent thing he'd seen. His smile just makes my heart melt.

I gave him a flirty smile back, "Better now that your here."

He chuckled and threw his head back a little, "I'm glad."

We both turn our head to the noise of his phone buzzing on the bedside table.

He hesitates to check it,"I-I'll look at it later."

I can't stop myself anymore, I pull Scott in for a hug, startling him.

"I was so scared, Scott." A hot tear rolls down my cheek onto the same cloud sweater Scott was wearing when I left Johnny Rockets.

Scott sniffs and says, "Me too."

Suddenly we hear another buzz from his phone. He tries to release from my hug but I refuse, "Please, just a little longer."

He relaxes again, "I thought I was gonna lose you." His voice cracked and shook. I sobbed into his shoulder for a while. I needed to get myself together, I took a deep breath and let go.

"How long have you been here?" I asked him as he pulled up the chair next to my bed and sat on it. His red rimmed, blue eyes sparkled and his embarrassed smile lit up the entire, plain colored room.

"I've been here since about 3:30."

I was shocked, "3:30?! What time is it?"

He looked to the clock by the big wooden door, "Like 7:00." He said in casual voice.

"Scott, you need to get home and rest. Get some sleep, eat, change, and shower." I must have given him a very worried look, well because I am worried about him, but he leaned in closer to me and grabbed my hand again.

"Mitch, I can't do all those things unless I know your okay."

Aww. That's so sweet of him, but he can't talk like this and act like this if all we'll ever be is friends.

"I am okay. Please, go take care of yourself. Don't worry about me." My eyes wandering around the room, the window to my right was opened a crack and the small breeze blew the curtain. I smelt the spring flowers and fresh rain. It must have sprinkled a little last night.

"How can you say that, Mitch? You could have died, at least let me spend some more time with you." His eyes gave me an urgent look moving back and forth from both my eyes in a desperate way. I couldn't refuse.

I smiled, embarrassed and looked down again, "Okay," I said softly, as if almost mouthing the words.

I jumped a little, remembering and startling Scott again, "How's Wyatt?!" How could I forget about our cute, little, hairless kitten?! Wyatt was one of my most favorite things in the whole world and I hadn't even asked Scott about him until now.

He chuckled a little, "I bet he's fine. Ill check on him when I get back later."

"When will I get to go home and see him?" I said in an innocent voice, like a small child would say.

He bit his lip and rolled his eyes a little, "I'm not sure." He responded shrugging his shoulders, wearily.

"Probably soon," I said reassuring him.

His eyes lit up again and he lifted his head up, "Your probably right."

Our attention was caught by the bedside table again, except the buzz was even longer. Some one was calling him.

"I should get that," he picked his phone up off the table and checked the caller ID. I sneaked a peak to see who it was without making it obvious, it was Liam. Stupid Liam. I forgot about him too. I felt my stomach churn, just thinking about him with Scott. He was most likely the one texting him over and over again, ruining our moments. He walked out the door staring at his phone and as soon as it closed he answered.

How could I let Liam take Scott from me, I should have stopped Scott and ask him to stay. It's possible the texts weren't even from Liam, stop worrying

Suddenly the door opened, Avi, Kevin, and Kirstie walked in.

They all harmonized saying,"Hey!"

They each held Starbucks coffee in their hands. Kirstie wore a pull over sweater, some short shorts and flip flops. Kevin rubbed his bare arm nervously but still smiled at me in a pleasant way. Avi pulled at his beanie, "How are you feeling?"

"How do I look?" I questioned back, with a big grin. They all looked to each other and smiled, "flawless."