Gone (Scomiche)

Cute

I mentioned the first time Scott called me cute was the best day of my life, so I might as well tell you about it.

Scott and I weren't dating yet, so I honestly wasn't expecting it.

"Scooooooooott? I'm gonna take a shower, is that alright?"

"Yeah, have fun."

I laughed. "Thanks?"

"Anytime," he replied, distracted by the magazine he was reading.

"And afterwards, I'm gonna read, okay?"

He looked up. "Okay."

"Then maybe we can watch a movie?"

He went back to flipping through the magazine. "Sure."

I smiled and left, going to take my shower. I usually stay in the shower for a while, so about twenty minutes later, I got out and dried off. I went past Scott with just a towel around my waist, humming away. After I had put on some plaid pajama pants (because it was already two and I wasn't planning on leaving the house) and a black t-shirt with a sweatshirt that was decorated with multicolored waffles, I went out to the living room where Scott was sitting, listening to music with one earbud in, and he had moved on to another magazine. He was mouthing the words to himself and I didn't even know if he noticed I entered. I plopped on the other end of the couch and picked up my book.

Finally, Scott noticed. "What are you reading?"

I looked at the title to make sure I got it right. "It's called Will Grayson, Will Grayson."

"What's it about?"

I proceeded to give him a lengthy explanation of what had happened in the two chapters I had read so far. He had smiled at me the whole time and I didn't know why, but I ignored it because I was too into talking about my book.

"And I just dont know what's gonna end up happening!" I finished off by saying.

"You better read then!" He exclaimed with as much enthusiasm as I had.

Without another word, I opened the book and began reading. An hour passed and I was still sucked into the book, but every so often I would look up to see Scott looking at me.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

He shook his head with a coy smile. "No."

I shrugged, but then I saw it. Stuck with a post-it note on page 109, Scott had written me a note.

I think you're really cute, Mitchell the note said.

I pried it off the page and flipped it over. Nothing. I looked to Scott, who pretended to be completely concentrated in his magazine, but I could see him blushing and smiling behind the pages.

My mouth gaped open a little. "Sc-Scott what is this?" He didn't answer. "Scott?"

"Keep reading," he croaked. His voice was dry and slightly shaky. Obviously, he was nervous.

I tried to keep reading, but I couldn't focus. It turned into more of skimming, if anything.

Then page 114 had another sticky note. Will you go out with me, Mitchell?

I, again, took off the post-it and reread it several times then snapped my head to Scott so fast I was surprised there wasn't wind. Did he really just ask me out? Have these notes been here the whole time? Is this real life?

Seeing I wasn't answering, Scott peeked out from over his magazine and then said, "It's okay if you don't want to. I totally get how that could ruin our friendship. Or maybe you just don't want to go out because you dont like me like that... Either way, it's whatever you want. Like, we could just go out and call it a date or not a date and say it's as friends and see if it's uncomfortable or maybe--"

He was rambling, so I interrupted. "Scott... I would absolutely love to go on a date with you."

My voice trembled and I didn't realize until after it came out. Scott grinned. "You are so freaking cute."

Little did he know the only thing I could think of these past few weeks was how cute he was. And how all I wanted to do was kiss him till my mouth hurt and I couldn't think straight.

And that's how we both kinda told each other we had a crush on one another.

The way my heart was beating made me feel like I was walking on air.

Scott seemed more relieved than anything, which is understandable, because I probably wouldn't have had the balls to do it at all.

"Well, duh," I brushed off in response, trying to lighten the mood.

We both laughed. I was so incredibly happy in that moment.

But, oh, how things can change. Telling you this story, I'm extremely sad, and honestly, I don't think I can get through it without crying.