Scomiche One Shots

Italian Heritage

I sit in he living room of our house, pretty simple house, if it didn't have air conditioning though I would die, my parents brought me here when I was 6 to learn my heritage, they said they'd be back soon. For now I love in the deserts with friends of my parents. I basically talk in Italian now, but I still know English. I start on lunch as Lina and Fred work in the barn. I stop to hear sirens, loud sirens. I look out the window and 3 black and white cars with flashing lights are on it. I turn around and look outside, Lina and Fred are packing things, running towards the house when men stop them in their tracks

"MITCHIE!!"

Lina says, her Italian accent heavy. I look at her with wild eyes as a man and a women come in, one of them rather small with brown hair, the other VERY tall with blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes, they start to guide me out, Lina and Fred trying to break free to see me. Or to run.

"That's him, Mitchell Grassi. Parents apparently went to start a new life in Italy and left him here" he reads. I look at Lina and Fred with big eyes, they sigh and look at me with sad and 'I'm sorry expressions'

"Me hai mentito?!? (Translation- you lied to me?!?)" I say. They try to say something but I stop them "dopo tutto questo tempo, voi ragazzi sono orribili, TI ODIO!!!" (Translation-after all this time, you guys are horrible, I HATE YOU!!!"

The two people who grab me start to drag me towards their car, putting me in the back seat, the blonde staring at me before shutting the door and getting in the front. They turn around heading out of the canyons while Lina and Fred are being put in a car

"Do you think he speaks English?" The blonde whispers to the girl

"I can speak it perfectly fine" I say. He looks back at me as does the girl "they don't" I nod backwards at the old house. The nod and turn around, sitting in silence

"What are your names?" I ask questionably

"I'm Kirstie Maldanado" they lady says smiling, I smile back. She was very pretty, but I didn't like girls

"I'm Scott Hoying" the guy says. His voice kinda deep but not too deep. Unfortunately mine was so high. He looks in the rear view mirror and smiles at me, I smile back. We drive into a city, I've never quiet seen before...

We go to a large building. Apparently the police station or whatever. I sit up, waiting for what's to come next, I was 19, I had been schooled, what was I to do? A man comes out, with Kirstie and Scott following behind

"Ah! Mitchell Grassi" he sticks out his hand, I shake it lightly "I'm Officer Brown, I'm here to help you, we've decided that until you can learn to live on your own, you will live with Office Hoying for awhile" I glance over at him, he smiles at me, his blue eyes shimmering in the afternoon light

"okay." I say

A couple minutes later Scott comes out again, sticking his hand out

"Let us travel home" he says smiling.

I take his hand and follow him outside into his car. We drive through the city. Until we reach and apartment complex. We walk into it, clearly he loved art. I look around until something catches my eyes. A little grey blob sits on the couch, I move towards in and I looks up, hissing at me

"AHHHH!" I scream running into the spare bedroom, I look at it from the doorway, Scott comes out looking around, then spots me

"Mitch? Whats wrong?"

"That thing!!!" I say pointing at the couch, where it stood "It hissed, it was terrifying!" he begins to laugh, I straighten up and walk out

"Whats so funny" I ask

"Its my cat, Wyatt" I look over at Wyatt

"that's a cat?!?!"

"yup, and it just scared the shit out of you" I punch him playfully

"Oh shush"

We kind of get into a little punch fight, he holds my wrists, I notice the small gap between us, I look up into his piercing blue eyes, he smiles.

"Your funny mitchland" he walks into the kitchen

"that's not my name..." I say back

"I know" he says, he pops his head out of the kitchen "but I like the nickname"

I sit at the counter talking with him, he made pizza which I loved! his was actually good coming from an Italian over here.

"So you can speak fluent Italian?" he asks me question

"Sicuramente" I say,

he smiles as we continue eating our pizza's. After we finish he leads me on a house tour. Showing me my bathroom, bedroom, his room, living room, everything. There were 5 days worth of clothes but he said we would go shopping tomorrow. I didn't really know English tradition but before bed we hugged. I hug him tightly and look at him

"Goodnight Scott" I say smiling.

I walk into my room, grabbing the pajamas and taking a cold shower, Oh how nice it felt. I brush my teeth and get into bed, listening to the A/C blast cool air into the room. It was a nice sound but I do admit I miss the sound of crickets from the canyons. I look over at my table. 12:30 I knock on the wall lightly

"Scott, are you still up?" I ask

"yeah, you?"

"yeah.." I say. To be truthful I was so homesick. I hear some rustling and then Scott appears at my door.

"Wanna talk?" he says. I nod, tears forming in my eyes. He could obviously see them, he comes over and lays beside me in bed, I cry into his chest

"T..They l..lied to m...m...me" I say stuttering, He rubs my back holding me closely to his chest. Wiping my tears away as well

"I know Mitch, you gotta face it sometime" I nod, as my crying slowly stops itself. I breathe in a deep breath, Scott still rubbing my back

"Thanks.." I say rubbing my eyes dry, He smiles that killer smile again

"No problem" I look between us to see no gap, the warmth of Scott pulling me in\

"I should go-"

"wait! please stay!" I say desperately. he smiles and lays back down, looking like he actually wanted to stay. I think he did "thankyou'' I look up at him, our faces inches away

"No problem Mitchie"

Then he kissed me.