truce // scomiche

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I looked through the tiny viewfinder on my Polaroid camera and snapped a picture. It inched out of the top and I grabbed it, watching the photo slowly materialize.

"Did you just take a picture of me?" Scott asked as he drove.

"No." I say, looking at the picture of his profile, one arm slung over the steering wheel, the other resting on the gearshift. His eyes, hiding behind sunglasses, were focused on the road. His fingers incessantly drummed on the gear shirt.

I took a sharpie out of the glove box, captioning it.

Scott :)   October 1st

"I always look terrible in those photos that you take." He grumbled.

"Lies. You're beautiful always."

He tried to grab the photo from my hand to see it, but I slapped his arm away.

"Eyes on the road, buddy." I scolded.

"Throw it away, Mitchy. I'm going to hate it."

"Scott, don't be mad. You look hot."

He laughed, relenting.

We were on our way to see a scary movie. We were beginning the 'Month of Scare' as Scott called it. It was totally not my kind of thing, but, for some reason, I was willing to face my horror movie induced fear for Scott.

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"That was great, though not as good as the first one. It wasn't as scary, actually," Scott said as we walked into the dark night. I grabbed his arm tightly as we walked to the car.

"What is wrong with you? I will never sleep again," I said seriously.

He laughed, turning the car on. I got a photo of it.

{  Scott :)  pt. 2  October 1st  }

"You can stay at my house if you want. If your parents are okay with it."

"Yes, thank god. I'll let them know." I said with relief.

I pulled out my phone to tell my parents.

Group Chat: Mom & Dad

Me: i'm staying at the Hoying's tonight if that ok with you guys

Dad: Okay. See you tomorrow. Love you!

Mom: U know I really don't like u sleeping over there. Will u please sleep in Lauren's room?

Me: of course. love you.

Mom: Luv u 2. Pls be home before noon tomorrow!!!

"Mom wants me to sleep in Lauren's room. If she asks, tell her I did."

"She won't ask, but okay. What does she think we'll do?" Scott asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

I averted my eyes, "I don't know. She just doesn't really trust me, I guess."

"Maybe it's me," He suggested, grabbing my camera at a red light.

"No, I don't think it's you. She really likes you. I think she thinks that two gay people can't not like each other. The light is green," I reminded him. He put down the camera and I pulled out the photo. It was a shot of me looking down at my phone. My short, dark hair was messed up and my knee was drawn up, acting as a rest for my chin. It was an awkward photo, but i thought I looked good. I smiled.