Drunk In Love (A Scomiche Fanfic)

Chapter One - The Hangover.

(Scott's POV)

"UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I shouted as I woke up. I felt like utter shit. I was sweating, unable to move, once again I was hungover.

Mitch was laid next to me laughing. "I told you not to drink, but you did it anyway!" 

Wait, why am I laying in bed next to a naked Mitch? I smirked, thinking about what could have gone on last night. I was about to ask Mitch what happened, when my stomach rumbled and I immediately ran to the toilet, puking my guts up. Mitch came in (now fully dressed) and gently rubbed my back. I must of been throwing up for at least ten minutes, Mitch by my side. I felt awful. I know how much Mitch hates the sight of vomit, yet he stayed with me, comforting me. He's so sweet.

"Here, put these on" Mitch said to me, handing me a pair of my boxers. I was so hungover, I didn't even realize that I was naked. Wait, what did go on last night?! Obviously something, I mean we were both in bed, nude. I smirked again. I wish I was sober last night, so I could have remembered what we did, what it felt like...

I've had a HUGE crush on Mitch ever since I broke up with my ex-boyfriend, Alex. (A year and a half ago). Ew, Alex, even his name is discusting. I was on my way to his apartment, I was gonna suprise him, seeing as I hadn't seen him all week. I knocked on the door, no reply. So, of course being the sneaky man I am, I used the spare set of keys he had given me, and unlocked his front door. "Alex, baby?" I shouted. Nothing. His bedroom door was closed, which was odd, seeing as he never usually closes his doors. I opened the door, and dropped the bottle of wine I had brought for us to share. He was in bed, with another man. "FUCK!" He shouted. He jumped out of his bed, and put his boxers on."This really isn't what it looks like, I promise! I, um, well, OH SCOTT! LOOK AT WHAT THE WINE HAS DONE TO MY WHITE CARPET!" he screamed in horror, pointing at the red stained floor. "I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR CARPET, ALEX!" I shouted, tears streaming down my face. And with that, I punched him right in the nose, and ran out of his apartment. That's the last I saw of him. I drove straight to Mitch's house, ringing the doorbell until he finally answered. "Scott?" He said, with a confused look on his face. I ran up to him and cried into his sholder. He sat me down, and I explained everything that happened. He was so nice about it, hugging me, telling me everything was gonna be alright. I told him I didn't want to be alone, and not a second later he invited me to come live with him. Of course, I said yes. We spend so much time together, and just a week after Alex cheated on me, I discovered the feelings I felt for Mitch.

I quickly put on the boxers, and continued puking up. Being hungover sucks. When I finally finished, Mitch handed me a glass of water. "You okay?" he asked. "No." I mumbled under my breath. Mitch smiled and said "I'll go and get you some clothes, be right back!" and shortly after he returned with my black joggers, and Sponge Bob t-shirt. I put on the clothes, and attempted to walk to my bedroom. I failed, as soon as I moved the room span, and I ended up in a heap on the floor.

"I got ya." he laughed, as he heaved me up off the floor, and carried me to my bed. 

"Scott, I think you should sleep." he told me.

"But I need to ask you something!" I argued. I was desperate to know what happened last night...

"Scott. Rest." he snapped, getting annoyed. I was gonna argue back, but I didn't have the engery. Mitch pulled the covers over me, and placed a kiss on my forehead. He smiled, and walked out of my room, shutting the door behind him. Moments after, I fell asleep.

I will find out what happened, whether he wants me to know or not.

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