Letterman (Scomiche)

Lucky

Leading up to the dance, Mitch struts the halls proudly wearing Scott's letterman. There's something about being branded with HOYING on his back that has him feeling smug with every look tossed his way.

He especially loves when Scott's eyes are on him.

He walks down the hall, the baggy jacket swallowing him. He's got his books clutched in his arm and his bag over one shoulder (he opts for those kinds now that he's got Scott's last name on his back) as he sidles up to Scott's locker, leaning against it and gazing up at the pretty blond.

"Hey date," Mitch smiles.

"Hi pretty," Scott greets, shutting his locker and cupping Mitch's jaw. He leans forward, pressing a sweet kiss to Mitch's lips. "Excited? I can't believe the dance is tomorrow. It feels like I asked you just yesterday."

"Of course I'm excited. I've got the hottest date in the school." Scott smiles, wrapping his arm around Mitch's waist and preparing to walk them down the hall.

"Hey, Hoying!" They hear, a stampede of footsteps approaching them as a bunch of members of the football team group around Scott.

"Hey guys," Scott says, greeting some guys with handshakes and fist bumps. He unwraps his arm from around Mitch to bro-hug a few of them, and Mitch would be upset if it weren't so cute watching Scott be all bro-ish.

"Dance tonight!" The one guy announces. Mitch thinks his name is Justin or something like that. "Excited?"

Scott nods, "yeah, super!"

"Gonna' get lucky, Hoying?" Some guy asks, winking and making a lewd gesture. Mitch wants to roll his eyes because seriously? He's right here, and he has ears.

Instead he waits for Scott's answer, watches his expression as the question settles.

Scott just smiles, his eyes rolling a little as he sling an arm back around Mitch, pulling him close (and likely embarrassing the guy who had the nerve to ask the question).

"I'm already lucky."