Scömìche One-Shots

You never knew

This is more of a PTX one shot but eh whatevs

"Here we are guys! 3 star hotel and we'll be here for a week," Jonathan exclaimed to the group. Mitch groaned as he walked towards Jonathan first, his black bag hanging from his arm and dragging his suitcase with the other.

"It's so disgusting here. Why'd you have to make us stay here?" He asked Jonathan. Scott walked up behind him, breathing a little heavily considering he had carried in his own two suitcases, one of Kirstie's, and Mitch's other two suitcases. Jonathan raised his eyebrows.

"C'mon, it's not that bad. Besides, would you rather sleep on the streets?" He asked Mitch. Mitch pursed his lips but said nothing. He turned and looked at Avi and Kevin's approaching figures. Kirstie was lagging behind because she had two of her suitcases and she was also talking to Esther.

"Why didn't we just leave at least one suitcase inside the tour bus? Do we seriously need all 3 for the week we're going to be staying here?" Kirstie muttered to Mitch when she reached the rest of the group. Mitch shrugged, opening his mouth to speak but Jonathan beat him to it.

"If the tour bus were to ever get robbed, which I'm pretty certain it won't, you wouldn't want them to take one of your suitcases, would you?" He asked. Kirstie and Mitch raised their eyebrows at each other, being the only ones paying attention to Jonathan. Scott seemed to be taking a selfie, Kevin was talking to Esther and Avi was on the phone.

"I've got some pretty cute clothes in my suitcases," Kirstie said pointedly.

"Saaaame, girl," Mitch said. They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Let's head inside," said Jonathan. Everyone grabbed their stuff (except for Mitch and Kirstie, who only had some of their things) and followed Jonathan inside. "See? It's not so bad!" Their manager exclaimed in an attempt to appease them. Mitch rolled his eyes.

While Jonathan was getting everyone checked in and set up, Mitch walked around the lobby. He noticed a weird symbol scraped into the side of the staircase. He studied it, and after trying to figure out what it was for a few seconds, he shrugged, thinking nothing of it. It would be a cool tattoo to have though.. He thought to himself as he walked away and back to the group, who were heading towards the elevator.

Scott looked around and realized that he agreed with Jonathan. The place wasn't so bad for a 3 star hotel. It looked more like a large home, a mansion that would've belonged to an English Lord or something like that. The walls were red, and it was obvious that it had been recently painted. The place wasn't furnished and luxurious like what they were used to, but it was okay. He just hoped the rooms were a bit better. He curiously eyed a painting right next to the elevator of a bowl of fruit. He leaned closer to it and saw that on the wood part of the frame, there was a weird symbol carved in, obviously with a knife. Before he could point it out, he noticed that the group was waiting impatiently in the elevator for him and he hurried inside.

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Scott looked up from his phone as Mitch walked inside their shared hotel room, breathing heavily as if he had run the whole way.

"Where were you?" Scott asked. Mitch's eyes darted around as he shut the door and locked it.

"Nowhere. Forget about it," Mitch said. Scott noticed that Mitch was repeatedly pulling his sleeve down, as if covering his wrists. Before Scott could ask Mitch about it, Mitch grabbed some articles of clothing from his own suitcase and he ran into the bathroom. Scott stared after Mitch, but then shrugged. It was probably nothing, and if there was something going on with Mitch, he would tell him. He was sure of it. He put his phone aside and decided to wait for his boyfriend to be finished in the bathroom.

Once Mitch was finished, he walked out, and Scott grinned as he realized that Mitch didn't look tense/nervous anymore. I knew it was nothing in the first place, Scott thought. Mitch put his stuff away and Scott gave him a confused look when he saw that Mitch was wearing a gray long sleeved shirt. He knew that Mitch always slept shirtless. "Babe?" Scott said. Mitch jumped and looked up at Scott from where he was leaned over his suitcase.

"Yeah?" Mitch responded.

"Come to bed with me. I'm tired," Scott pleaded. Mitch hesitated.

"I think.. I think I'll sleep alone tonight. You get your rest," Mitch said. Scott frowned.

"Mitch, if there's something you need to say, get it off your chest. Do you not love me anymore? Is that it?" Scott asked worriedly. Mitch gaped at his boyfriend.

"Um, no? Why would you ever think that?" Mitch asked. Scott extended out his arms.

"Doo youu reallyy love mee," Scott sang, and Mitch gave him a look before rolling his eyes. "Seriously. Come to bed with me." Mitch took a deep breath but grabbed the items he had been searching for. His phone and earbuds. He got into bed with Scott, and tried to stealthily cover his wrist, but Scott noticed.

"Mitchie, why are you hiding your wrists?" Scott asked quietly. "You aren't cutting, are you?"

"What?! No. Of course not," Mitch said. He went to put his earbuds in but Scott stopped him.

"Then show me your arms," Scott demanded. Mitch sighed, obviously exasperated, but he lifted his left sleeve. The skin was smooth and soft. Nothing wrong.

"See? Nothing wrong," Mitch said. He leaned forward and soflty kissed Scott before rolling onto his side and placing in his earbuds. Right before Scott fell asleep with his arms wrapped around his earbuds, he realized that he hadn't checked Mitch's right wrist. But he drifted off before he could think about it any longer.

The next morning, Scott was jerked awake by someone shaking his shoulders. He opened his eyes and saw Kevin. Just by taking one look at his face, he knew something was wrong. He sat up, not even caring that he was only in his boxers and his hair was disheveled. "What happened?!" He asked. Kevin looked like he wanted to speak, but his eyes teared up and he started crying. He sat down on the edge of Mitch's untouched hotel bed and buried his head in his hands. Scott looked towards the other side of the room, where Mitch was comforting a sobbing Kirstie. Mitch's face was also tear stained, and by looking at Mitch and Kirstie he could tell that they had only just now woken up as well.

"Can someone tell me what's wrong?" Scott asked, unable to keep his voice from shaking. Mitch wiped his eyes and kept his arms wrapped around Kirstie, but he spoke.

"Kevin woke up this morning," Mitch said, and he sounded like he was about to burst into tears again. "And Avi- Avi was dead. He had purple marks around his neck, so he was obviously choked. The police have been called, but they haven't arrived yet, we all woke up barely 10 minutes ago. None of us wanted to be in the same room as- as the body."

Scott sank down to his knees. And he cried.

so I am still on hiatus, I've just been working on this one for a while so I figured I'd publish it. this isn't the end though, so don't fret.

life update: I can bench press 65lbs now yEEt