Mitch stood up and tugged on the side of Scott's shirt, whimpering. "Come on, let's go!" Scott groaned. He didn't want to go anywhere. He knew he couldn't tell Mitch why, though.
"Just five more minutes, okay?" Scott opened one eye, replied, closed his eye, and received a groan back from Mitch.
"Whyyy?" Mitch muttered pitifully as he laid back down on the black leather couch, closer than close to Scott.
Scott replied, feeling bad but getting better at lying each time he did. "Mitch, I'm super tired... you know we just got off tour. Are you pretending not to be tired?"
Mitch sighed. "Yeah, I am. I just want to do something with you, celebrating the end of the tour. I guess I could lay back down for a bit. But only, like, 15 minutes!"
"That's perfect. After that I promise I'll get up and we can go to Starbucks and sneak Wyatt in your Céline purse again, okay?" Scott was relieved that Mitch would rest with him for a little longer but he didn't want to make him bored.
Mitch smiled lopsidedly and giggled. "Deal. And try not to give him any of your coffee this time!"
They both chuckled, got comfortable, and closed their eyes.
Scott suddenly opened his eyes once more, deciding he was going to tell Mitch what was really going on. "Mitch?" Scott turned his head and looked at Mitch's small figure, his head resting on Scott's back. Mitch's eyes were already closed and he was breathing softly, almost like a newborn puppy. Scott turned back around and thought to himself, 'He's already asleep, I'll let him rest.'
*** This is my first fanfiction so don't come down too hard on me :) It was super fun to write and I'd love feedback! & also, expect more action... much more action. Can you guess what is wrong with Scott?***
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The Unknown (Scömìche Fanfiction)
FanfictionSomething is wrong with Scott, and it isn't something ordinary. Nothing like you see regularly in sappy fanfictions such as cancer or another disease. Something is inside of Scott. What is it? Mitch has yet to find out.
