Scomiche One Shots

Stop Distracting Me!

Hard working....that was the definition of me, my biggest fear is not being successful. My parents always pressured me I to being successful and doing more and more things. The only thing that doesn't help me, is Scott.

Scott Hoying. My best friend is the one who constantly distracts me. When I'm working on homework, piano, singing, he is always there, making me procrastinate, December 3, 2006 I believe we were in our freshman year? Yes. I had denied him again for hanging out. To go home, piano recital this weekend, have to practice. My mind was racing. I go home and hop right onto the piano to start practicing, using the usual melody and playing the songs that I played. I played the keys right but something felt wrong. I don't know, it just didn't sound...full

"Your never going to be a success if you play like that loser"

"SHUT UP!" I scream at myself and slam my finger on the keys

"Woah Mitch I didn't even say anything and your already mad" I jump up to hear a voice behind me, I spin around and there stands Scott. Usual t-shirt and jeans

"Oh gosh Scott go away" I say turning back towards the piano

"Come on Mitch, hey why did you scream shut up" I freeze just as I touch the A4 key hearing

the sound ring through the room

"It's nothing" I say adjusting the paper "just stressed" I begin to feel hands rubbing my shoulders as I grab my other song out, Scott's hands basically melting my insides, making my drop the sheet music

"Mitch you need to relax" he says in a soothing tone while rubbing the knots out of my back

"S..s...Scott y..you n..need to s...s..stop"

I say barely making out the words as his hands work magic to my back, I lean my neck forward as he works hard on my neck. I moan as he rubs a knot within my neck.

"Mitch why don't you ever relax?"

"I..I'll n..never be a s..success" he stops and sits down next to me, my dark bangs almost covering my face

"You will be a success Mitch, but you have to relax!" A sigh and look straight down on the piano keys, pressing them lightly

"That's not what everyone else says..." I say, my hands still on the keys

"So that's who you were talking too" he says looking at me

"Still stressed" I say

My parents died 2 years ago from a driving incident. Their voices still haunt my mind, pushing me to do better and stop slacking around.

Scott places his hand on my hand making me push it down. It sends a a shiver up my spine. His warm hand against my cool one. He looks over at me removing my bangs from my face, revealing my dark brown eyes

"You'll always be a success Mitch, Always."

"How can I Scott! You always distract me!"

"You may not be a success in anything us, but you always will be in my eyes Mitchie"

I feel his large palm against my back pulling me forward, our eyes inches apart, his lips hovering against mine

"You always have been.." His voice sending shivers up my spine

He pulls me into him, kissing me lightly. His lips like a pillow. I kiss back, oh how good it felt. My hand drops from the piano and onto his hip. We break the kiss and he stares at me

"And always will be..." He says