September Drabbles

twenty-two; lucky

i had a scomiche meltdown on scott's birthday and then proceed to write all of this even though i should have been working on college applications. you're welcome i guess?

"Have I ever told you that I'm so goddamn lucky to have you in my life?"

"Maybe a few hundred times."

-

"And, as long as we're on that topic, are you two dating?"

Giggles almost immediately fell past Scott and Mitch's lips, but neither one of them made any attempt to stop them. The interviewer sitting across from them raised an eyebrow, but the smiles were stuck on their faces at that point.

"We aren't dating," Mitch answered. "But I do constantly feel as if we're married."

"We just have an insanely close friendship. We always joke about being married, but some days I truly question it too."

"Its one that I'm just very lucky to have." Scott couldn't help but look to Mitch then.

"Yeah. Me too."

-

"...running. Oh, honey. Would you like to come with me?"

Scott looked up from his phone then to stare at Mitch. Even though he was done singing for the moment, Scott was still in awe. He looked back to his phone, just in time to see the video he had taken start over again. Scott briefly wondered if this is what the fans felt like when they finally saw him or Superfruit or Pentatonix live. Then again, he was a fan of Mitch, so he assumed yes. Scott posted the video then without a second thought.

"Scott." The blonde's eyes darted up once again to see Mitch standing barely a foot in front of him.

"You're up."

-

The second the door had closed on the duo's dressing room, Scott wrapped Mitch up in his arms. Mitch didn't even hesitate to do the same thing. Even though Scott could hear the applause coming from the main stage, nothing mattered to him except for the boy in his arms.

And a couple hours later, Scott's arms were still around Mitch, only now they were laying directly next to each other.

Scott could still hear applause going on, even if it was just on their TV screen. As the screen faded to black he squeezed Mitch.

"I'm so proud of you," Scott whispered. Mitch turned to face him after he spoke up.

"I'm proud of us."

Scott briefly met Mitch's eyes, but then something snapped inside of him, and didn't even think twice about leaning in then and placing a gentle kiss on Mitch's lips. When he pulled away, Scott immediately pressed his face into Mitch's neck to hide the smile and blush that was on his face.

-

"Scott?"

The blonde groaned quietly before burying his head further into his pillow. He loved the sound of that voice, but it also meant that he would have to face reality once again.

"Wake up, babe."

"Don't wanna," he said, his voice coming out much lower and more hoarse than he intended.

"I got you coffee and I wanna say happy birthday to you."

"You did last night."

"And I wanna say it again. But I can't do that if I can't see your face." Scott knew Mitch definitely could still say it, but he also knew Mitch would be too stubborn to let him be. So instead, he rolled his head to the side and made a half-assed attempt to turn his head further to look at Mitch. And when he did, he was rewarded with a small smile from the brunette. Mitch then sat what Scott assumed to be his cup of coffee on the nightstand before sitting himself down on the bed. Mitch reached up for Scott's face, then brushed some of his hair off his forehead.

"Happy birthday, Scotty." Scott let a smile stretch across his face. He brought one of his arms out from under the covers then wrapped it around Mitch's waist.

"Come 'ere." The brunette furrowed his brows then shuffled closer to Scott.

"Geez, you smell terrible." Scott tugged on Mitch's waist again in reply. Mitch simply rolled his eyes before lowering himself on the bed next to Scott. "You're lucky I love you."

"I know."