Drunk In Love (A Scomiche Fanfic)

Chapter Four - Text Message.

Hi! I just wanted to say that in the last chapter, I for some reason wrote 'Scott is engaged to Alex' which is not true. I don't know why I put it, it was late at night haha. But I've changed it, so it's all good:)

(Scott's POV)

"Shit." I said, pretending to be annoyed. Mitch had just told me everything, and there was no way I was gonna tell him that I was happy that we had sex. That would just be incredibly awquard.

"At least you don't have a boyfriend." Mitch mumbled. He's been dating this Travis guy for a while, so there's no way he likes me, like I like him. Travis is a nice guy, but I get extremely jealous when they're together. At least they haven't moved in together, Travis is always working, which means he doesn't come home for long periods of time, so there'd be no point him living with Mitch. I asked if Mitch wanted to move in with me, so it would be easier for us to film Superfruit. He said yes, and we've been living together for 2 months.

"Scott, what am I gonna do?" Mitch cried, covering his face with his hands.

"Hey, it's okay. Travis will never know. I mean I know you feel guilty, but it's not like anyone saw us." I told him.

"Yeah *sniff* I guess you're *sniff* right." He whispered, wiping his eyes. "I mean it's not like it meant anything, it was a mistake, a drunk hook up. Right?" He asked. If only he knew how I felt.

"Erm, yeah! Yes, it was just a drunk hook up." I told him, trying not to sound pissed off.

"Anyway, you want anything to eat? I went to get some food whilst you were asleep. I have bacon. I know how obsessed you are with that stuff!" He laughed.

"Bacon would be amazing right now." I mumbled as I laid back down and covered my face with the covers. "Wake me when it's ready."

"Haha, I will." Mitch replied, and walked out of the room.

(Mitch's POV)

Fuck.

I wasn't that drunk.

I could have stopped it.

But it was sooooo good.

Mitch, stop.

I cheated on Travis, what was I thinking!

Oh my god.

I have a boyfriend.

Yet, I fucked my best friend.

What am I?

I bet Scott feels real guitly.

Jesus Christ.

"Ughhhh!" I whined. I am so pissed off right now. I got out the bacon and started cooking it.

*Beep*

I got a text message.

I read it, and froze.

Shit.

It was off Alex, Scott's ex.

He also happens to be really really really good friends with Travis.

"I know what you did."

I'm screwed.

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