bad 4 us (Scömìche)

Moving?

A/n this will be a series, so enjoy! I will also be hinting here and there about what the next book will be called so just keep your eyes peeled!
Mitch's POV
I woke up sore, everywhere. I looked around and the room was empty so I grabbed Scott's shirt from the night before and buttoned it. I made my way downstairs. Still no one. I made my way to the pool where I saw Scott swimming laps. I stood quietly in the door way until he saw me. "Join me." I blushed and made my way to the pool. "I'm wearing your shirt! I don't want to ruin it." He rolled his eyes at me. "I don't give a shit about the shirt, I have hundreds more! Just get in the damn pool." I did as told and he pulled to him pressing sweet kisses on my lips, jaw, and neck. I smiled into our kiss. He pulled away and looked at me with those piercing blue eyes of his. They were one of my favorite things about him. You could get lost in them and not realize you are until you're far gone. He smiled his perfect smile and placed another kiss on my lips. "I love you, Mitchie!" He exclaimed. "I love you too, baby boy." He smiled once again flashing off his perfect teeth. "I'm older than you by 6 years, Mitch." He said with a small giggle. " I should be calling you baby boy." I gave him a look. "Do I look like I give a shit?" I asked and he shook his head and pressed a kiss onto my temple. I snuggled my head into his shoulder and drug my fingers through the water. The water was pretty warm and I was still tired, but I didn't realize I had dozed off until we were inside and I was on his lap. I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at him. "Oh there's my beautiful boy." He said smiling at me. I snuggled closer to him. "Mitch , I have a serious question to ask and I want you to be 100% honest on how you feel about it." I nodded and he continued speaking. "I be been thinking about this for a long time... I want you to move in with me." My head jerked up. My mouth dropped open and I couldn't form any words. "You know, the worst you could say is no." He said kindly. I looked at him and shook my head. "Are you saying no, or saying no to saying no." I finally had collected my self enough to get something out. "No,to no." He smiled. "So that's a yes?" I croaked out a barely audible yes. "Great! I'll go call the movers and they should have you moved in by tonight!" He set me down in the couch and as I reminisced about what the hell just happened. I could hear him in the other room talking to the movers. Before I knew it, there were already people at Scott's, our, house putting my stuff in places Scott had told them to. I quietly made my way up to Scott's, our, room. And grabbed a clean shirt of his and a pair of his sweat pants due to the fact that I was still soaking wet from earlier. I got changed, threw the wet shirt aside, and sat down on the bed. I was once again collecting myself when I heard a voice from the doorway. "Mitchell, are you okay?" I looked up and met Scott's ocean blue eyes. In that moment I realized that everything was falling into place. Everything was perfect and I knew that even if this love was bad for us it would be worth it. I nodded signifying that I wasn't in distress. " I just can't believe this is finally happening." I managed to squeak out. He came and sat beside me and pulled me into his lap. "I understand baby. I can't either, but we will have a great life together. You're mine whether you like it or not." I looked him dead in the eyes and smiled. "I like it." He smiled a wicked smile. "That's what I wanted to hear." He growled and stood me up. "I'm going to go make dinner." He said smacking my ass while exiting the room. I smiled and took in my surroundings. The rest of my life would be great, if I let it be.