Dr. Hoying (Scomiche)

Love?..

As he held my hand to his car, I decided to lock fingers with him.
My bold move, caused him to smirk. Shit. Was it to bold?...
"We're almost there Mitchy, and it's ok to lock our hands" he laughed.
I sighed and kept walking on my sore weak legs.
We made small conversation about the schools we went to, and our interests.
I found out a lot about him, just by a small walk to his '05 Ford Mustang.
The window was still smashed, but my blood was gone.
"I have a locker at work to put my stuff so nothing will be left in here to steal."
He opened the car door and helped my inside. He got in started the car, and drove.
"So.. what's your favorite drink?"
"Triple shot ."
"I had I hinch"
"Sure you did Scotland."
"Scotland aye?" He said with a horrible accent.
"Stop, your basic white bitch voice is perfect"
"Basic white bitch? Sounds more like...."
that's dumbass looked at me and smiled.
Idiot.
We made it to the nearest Starbucks and got out of his car.
I stumbled out again, but Scott quickly came to 'my rescue.'
We entered the coffee shop, only to be delighted with the sent of fresh coffee being made along with all the sweets.
It was mostly empty which was strange, but it was nice having the place to ourselves.
Scott ordered for me, and even offered to pay for our stuff.
We ordered our drinks and sat down at the closest two person table.
To be honest, it seemed like a date for a while.
But just a few seconds.
"Scott?"
"Yes?"
"Why are you being so nice to me? I'm a freak with no life that likes bands."
"You're not a freak Mitchy. Your human. I'm human. Every one with emotions and opinions on life are human."
I started to fidget with my straw. I look down at my cup. It was true. "But why me out of all people?" I replied softly.
He grasped me hands, startling me to look up at him. Now holding me, he said "Because you're special, to me Mitch. " He started into my eyes, as I started into his.
He leaned in a little still holding my hands.
He slowly puckered up his lips leaning in a little closer.
In love instincts I also lean in. Our lips centimeters apart.
I push a little further our lips connecting as my eyes fluttered closed.
A quick little push turned into a heated make out session.
Our lips moving in sync as we shared each other's contact.
I released my self gasping for air.
"I-I am so sorry I shouldn't ha-"
I shut him up with a quick peck.
"Doesn't bother me. I liked it."
He smiled as a deep crimson red stained his pale cheeks.
A/N hey I'm going to discontinue this book for a little bit. Working on something a little better. ;)