Depths •||• scomiche

44.

it's been a week and scott has been gone most of the time.

and everytime i ask him what's wrong he just... doesn't respond.

i'm also getting sad because he doesn't really talk to me.

and i want to kiss him, but he always instantly goes to bed.

and sometimes he just stays away for the whole night, and then doesn't respond to my texts or calls.

literally everyone is worried.

-

ozzie:
scott

at least like tell us what's wrong so we're not worrying so much

jacob:
i agree

u:
he won't respond

ozzie:
is he with you?

u:
no

he hasn't been for like 2 days

jacob:
please respond

we're all worried

u:
that won't work

i looked up from my phone from the sound of the door opening.

finally.

finally on saturday night at 8 pm he's back.

i got up and walked to scott, who just closed the door behind him.

"where were you?" i asked, knowing that he wouldn't answer.

"not right now." he put his hand on my shoulder and slightly pushed me sideways, walking past me to sit on the bed.

not again.

he pushed me again.

i thought that aspect was over.

i turned to scott and saw him sitting on the bed with his elbow on his knees and his face resting in his hands.

i know he's sad, but if he doesn't talk to me there's nothing i can do about it.

i opened the door and stepped out, closing it after, not wanting to be with scott for a little moment.

ozzie:
SCOTT

GODDAMN

jacob:
ok i don't think that'll work

u:
guys

can i stay w you tonight

ozzie:
what happened

u:
nothing

ozzie:
come over

-

"the fuck? really?" troye asked, quite confused and shocked after i told them both what happened.

i was sitting on the couch in between troye and jacob.

"i mean, that's not really okay." jacob said.
"did he push you hard?"

"no, more like this." i pushed his shoulder slightly as much as i thought scott did to me.

"it's still not right." jacob shook his head.

"no. i mean, if he ever does that again you should really talk to him." troye continued.

"i guess." i shrugged. i don't want to.

a buzzing noise filled the room for a good 2 seconds, and jacob walked up to the intercom, not asking who it was and clicking a button that opened the door downstairs.

"who is it?" troye asked.

"no idea." jacob shrugged and waited by the front door.

"but mitch, maybe you should just talk to him anyway." troye said to me.
"that's probably better."

"i guess, yeah." i mumbled.
"i don't feel like talking about this anymo-"

"mitch?" jacob called from the front door.

"yeah?" i jumped up and walked to him.

jacob opened the door, where scott was standing, looking down and up again as he saw the door open.

"i didn't invite him." jacob said before walking away, leaving me alone with scott.

i stepped out and closed the door behind me, leaning against it.

"i'm sorry." scott started.
"i didn't want to do that again."

"can you please just explain... everything?" i crossed my arms, getting kind of impatient.

"no." he paused and sighed.
"well, not right now."

"scott, please, just... either explain or stop."

"s-stop what?" he stepped back a little.

"i... don't know." i sighed.
"i'm just kind of sick of you not being here."

scott grabbed my hand and locked our fingers together.
"i know, and i'm sorry. i promise i'll explain it soon."

"i don't know if i believe you." i wanted to get my hand out of his, but i also didn't want to.

"please do." scott put his hand that wasn't holding mine on my cheek.
"i'm sorry."

and then he kissed me.

i feel like this isn't allowed.

"listen, scott." i pulled away and looked him in the eyes.
"i love you so fucking much, but before you try and kiss me again we need to sort some things out."

"oh, yes, of course." scott nodded.
"how are we gonna do that."

"not like this, in front of jacob's apartment."

"no, yeah, i know. can we talk tomorrow?" he asked and let go of my hand.

"of course. i'll ehhmm... i'm gonna stay here tonight."

"yeah. i figured." scott nodded.
"i'll see you tomorrow." he kissed my forehead and walked off.

i feel like i'm gonna cry.

was that the right thing to do?

i knocked on jacob's door again and he instantly opened, meaning that he was probably standing there the entire time.

i literally feel like i'm about to cry, even though nothing bad happened.

"you okay?" jacob asked, noticing that i was pretty upset.

"i'm good, yeah. i'm gonna, ehm, talk to him tomorrow." i said.

"about what?" troye patted on the space next to him on the couch, signing for me to sit next to him.

i did and sighed.
"i don't have a clue."

-

i wish i could do a chapter from scott's perspective but i think that'd spoil too much lmao

ok anyway bye