Reconnection ~ (Scömìche)

Lunch

A/N: I made a new cover, you like??

Here's another update for you and I'm sorry, I think it's kinda boring.

You should still read it anyways, and remember I love reading your comments!!

Enjoy!

misbehavinmitchy xo

MITCH:

My fingers were trembling as I reached for the doorbell to Scott's L.A home. My phone hung limp in my hand as I really hadn't the guts to call him before I rocked up at his front porch. With a deep breath my finger finally pressed the bell and I heard the familiar chimes echo throughout the large house. My heart was pounding in my chest. I couldn't believe Candice talked me into coming back here. I couldn't stand to be humiliated yet again today- it wasn't even midday.

I heard soft footsteps plodding along the wooden floor and I imagined Scott wearing his soft white Gucci sliders as he neared the door.

All of a sudden, the door was swung open and Scott stood before me; his hair, which was getting a little shaggy and overgrown, flopping unstyled across his forehead. He was wearing only a pair of ill fitting tracksuit bottoms that hung dangerously low on his hips and a loose tank top. I found myself staring straight into his chest as he stood before me, one hand on the door and the other leant against the doorframe.

"You came back?" Scott said as I looked up, a puzzled but hopeful look spreading across his face.

I shook my head. No, I couldn't let him forgive me just like that. I shouldn't have lied, and I definitely shouldn't have run away when I did it. I fixed him with a determined stare.

"Scott," I began, "I need to talk to you."

There was a pause as the tall blonde furrowed his brows in reaction to my demeanor; but then he slowly nodded, pulling the door wide open to let me inside.

"Yeah," he said. "Yeah, okay."

I followed him through to the kitchen, and I sat in the same barstool I had been perched on not two hours before. Maybe I could pretend like we would just pick up the broken conversation right where it left off. That's if you could even call what we had a conversation - it was more of a few exchanges of words before Scott disappeared upstairs, and I ran off to avoid confronting my blatantly ever growing feelings. I was so caught up in my own thoughts that it took me a while to register that Scott was speaking again.

"Where did you go?" he asked me, and I thought that was his much politer way asking me why on earth I just ran away without even so much as a wave goodbye.

"To Candice's," I explained, not meeting his gaze. "She managed to talk some sense into me," I laughed awkwardly. "So I'm back now."

"Oh. Do you want a drink or something?" he offered.

No! He needed to stop being so nice to me. A slap around the face would hurt less than this passive aggression he seemed to be showing. I'd never seen him act this way before, as for once, his usually open character was shielded behind a faux smile.
I told him no, and instead stood to face him, trying my best to look dominant beneath his larger frame.

"I shouldn't have left," I said plainly. "And I want to explain."

"O-okay," Scott responded quietly. He was picking at a piece of loose skin around his thumbnail and for once it seemed as though I wasn't the only anxious one in the building.