Based on this tweet. Credit to the owner.
Scott looked under his bed, hoping to find his favorite blanket hiding under there. Somehow, all of his lost items always end up underneath his bed. He suspects it has something to do with Wyatt. Just then the cat meows and rubs against Scott's jeans. Scott leans down and pets the cat, asking him "Where did you put my blanket, you little demon?" Wyatt just purrs and walks away, tail swinging behind him.
"Thanks for your help" he exasperatedly calls after the cat. Shaking his head he returns to his search. He checks his closet, reaching into the top shelves and drawers, but is left empty handed. He checks the bathroom, and all over the house, but finds no blanket. He returns to his bedroom, frustrated, when he notices a light coming from the living room. Mitch must've fallen asleep while writing lyrics. He thought to himself, amused.
It wasn't unusual for his friend to fall asleep, mid lyric. He had done it once or twice himself. He walks outside to find the TV on Mean Girls and Mitch fast asleep on the couch,snuggled up in his blanket. Mitch must have taken it without Scott noticing. Scott silently awwws and smiles at how peaceful and snug Mitch looks wrapped up in his blanket. He stands there for a moment or two, observing the adorableness of Mitch snuggled in a blanket, before turning the TV off and picking Mitch up.
He carefully holds Mitch and shifts him into a different arm to open the door to Mitch's room. He places Mitch on his bed, hoping he hadn't disturbed Mitch's sleep. He watches and awws as Mitch snuggles deeper into his blanket. He plants a kiss on Mitch's forhead, whispers "goodnight, sweet dreams" and heads to his own room, pulling out a different blanket for the night.
You guys, a while ago I started a new book called Welcome to Hell. It's Scomiche, but with a twist. I'd love it if you guys could go check it out, tell me what you think about it. I love you guys, you're the best ever.
