Scott's POV.
I think my head is going to crack in two. I smile widely as Mitch whispered those words. He has a crush on me! Me! Can you believe it?! Because I can't, but here he is... He has a crush on me. I keep repeating it in my head. I must have looked like a goofy goose, because Mitch started to laugh.
"I. Have. A. Crush. On. You." Mitch said, poking me between every word.
I smiled. This boy is making me so happy. Well, I am happy that I told him. I don't want to have a relapse all over again.
"Do not poke me." I said and I started to tickle Mitch.
Mitch giggled and squealed. His body moved in any ways possible. God, he is so gorgeous. He is so sexy. I bit my lip. I hovered over Mitch as I continued tickling him.
"S-Stoppp! Pleaaasee..." Mitch squealed.
Suddenly Mitch pulled me closer and our faces were an inch away from each other.
"I... Umm... Okay?" I whispered as I looked into his eyes.
"Hi." Mitch smiled.
"Hey..." I smiled back.
I stared at his lips. He stared at mine. Before I knew it, we're kissing. Our lips moved slow, letting the moment happen. I try to deepen the kiss, but Mitch pulled back.
"That was..." Mitch gasped.
"Amazing..." I finished his sentence.
"Yeah." Mitch whispered.
"Don't worry. No relationship." I told him.
As if Mitch wanted to hear that, he got the confidence to lean in again. This time he allowed me to deepen the kiss. Our tongues fought for dominance, he won.
After a good 3 minutes, I pulled back, breathing heavily.
"Mitch, you do things to me... We should stop for a moment. Let me calm down." I said and blushed when Mitch looked at my jeans. It was showing a slight bulge.
"I do thát to you?" Mitch giggled.
"Yes and it's not funny." I complained.
Mitch suddenly kissed my neck softly. I wanted to pull away, but my hormones were totally down for it.
"If you want me to stop, tell me." Mitch whispered in my ear.
I felt chills running down my spine.
"O-Okay." I sighed.
Mitch pulled me down on the bed and started to straddle my hips. I tensed up a bit. Not moving a muscle.
"Oh, sorry. Is this uncomfortable to you?" Mitch asked.
I shaked my head quickly.
"N-No... It's j-just the p-pressure..." I said.
"Pressure?" Mitch asked and he seemed to understand me as he gasped one moment after his question. "Oh..."
Now Mitch was blushing.
"Should we continue this?" I asked.
"I don't know..." Mitch shrugged.
It's funny how it works. One moment the hormones blur out your mind and the other moment your mind is on track again.
"Do you want to continue?" I asked.
"I am confused." Mitch said and he layed down next to me.
I turned to face him. I placed my hand on his arm, rubbing it sweetly.
"It's okay. We shouldn't rush this. We just confessed and I don't want to ruin it." I said.
"Hormones suck." Mitch scoffed.
"I know." I laughed.
"Let's cuddle?" Mitch asked.
"Sure." I smiled.
"Tyler is going to be so happy if Scömíche happens." Mitch giggled.
"Scömíche? Really?" I laughed.
"Yeah, he made us a shipname. Like, Shyland for Shane and Ryland." Mitch explained.
"I see... Wasn't Tyler the one who called us a powercouple?" I asked.
"Yes, he is a fangirl." Mitch said.
I smiled. I felt relieved and happy.
"We could be a powercouple when we get out of here. Until then, we stay soulmates." I whispered.
"That's nice." Mitch said and he cuddled up to me.
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(COMPLETE) Please, don't try to fix me. - Book 1.
Fanfiction(COMPLETE) Mitch and Scott are both damaged. They don't believe in love anymore. Until they meet each other. The way to healing is a long way. It's hard to feel safe again. Because sometimes, feeling safe means being vulnerable.
