a practice of patience ; scomiche oneshot

A Practice of Patience

welcome to the oneshot i've been working on for a month in between writing my multichapter scomiche fic!

here's the small spotify playlist i made for this (i love how the title shortens to apop thats cute): https://open.spotify.com/user/moopymips/playlist/46RrI4W2UOBXT4WSDKoeuu?si=vuf2aw7ZQPaNUavV_NSxWw

feedback & votes would be incredibly appreciated! :-) enjoy!

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When Scott and Mitch started dating, everything was slow.

Scott was so handsome and kind and charming and charismatic- It was why Mitch fell for him in the first place. He went out of his way to help his friends, he wasn't afraid to laugh at himself, he stood up for people when they needed it-

You get the point, he's practically the perfect person. Granted, high school boys are usually complete knuckleheads so it wasn't stiff competition.

Mitch, on the other hand, kept to himself, not going out of his way to be in the spotlight. He had a couple close friends, so he never felt the need to make very many acquaintances.

He had a pretty concrete schedule that he didn't frequently stray from. He would head straight home after school, changing into more comfortable apparel before settling into bed with his sphinx cat, working on homework and scrolling through various fashion blogs. Occasionally he would stop by the library and pick up several books after school, but that was usually only once every two or so weeks. He would cap off the night by taking a soothing shower and going through his skincare routine before crawling back into bed at around eleven o'clock.

Routine was good. Knowing how your day was going to unfold was nice. It all felt very safe.

That practically went out the window when Scott started talking to him.

Scott was the heartthrob of choir. Girls would not even try to be subtle about how bad they had it for the tall blond. Mitch would watch them try to ask him out with a glare in his eyes and a tightness around his heart, which would ease when Scott told them his schedule was too busy.

Mitch would never admit it, but in a way he was one of those lovestruck girls, only a lot less brave and a lot more subtle.

He would watch Scott sing in awe, quickly looking away whenever the boy met his gaze with a grin, a blush rising to the top of his cheeks as he pretended to observe a wall decoration intensely.

It became a frequent occurrence, with Mitch turning his head to look at Scott only to find him looking right back with a pleasant smile.

"You totally have a thing for Scott Hoying, don't you?" Kirstin asked him one day, coming up to walk next to him, both holding holding their lunch trays and making their way to their usual table.

"What? No! Where did you get that impression?" Mitch squeaked in response, looking around to see if anyone heard her.

"It's not hard to tell when you practically swoon everytime he opens his mouth." she informs, the two setting down their trays and settle opposite of each other.

"I do not!" Mitch protests defensively, earning an eyeroll from the raven haired girl. "And is it so wrong to admire talent when you see it?"

"So you're telling me you don't find him attractive?" Kirstin questions skeptically, setting down her forkful of salad to watch him in disbelief.

"Of course he's attractive, but that doesn't mean I'm attracted to him!" he answers to a confused Kirstin. "Like you're attractive but I'm not trying date you-"