Gone (Scomiche)

Anniversary

A/N I tried to update on Scott's birthday but I fell asleep sooooo... sorry. Happy belated birthday, Scott!(:

Our one year anniversary was March 14th. Scott insisted not to get him anything, but I had to. I mean, one year is a long time for a relationship.

"Scottie?" I had asked a week before.

"Hmm?" He repsonded, sitting at the table, doing some rent calculations.

"Which one of us is doing the main thing for our anniversary? Should I plan something?"

"No, I got it."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I already made plans. Don't worry about it."

He had already made plans? Wow.

"Okay, what should I wear?" I stood up and walked over to the table, then put my hands face down on it, letting it support my weight.

"Hmm... well. I'd say a nice sweater? Because it's gonna be kinda windy, but we'll also be going somewhere nice so... bring a brush."

I tilted my head in confusion. What could possibly be so windy in the middle of March? And in L.A. where it's warm and nice... what would we be doing? I felt like I shouldn't ask, but I wanted to.

"I suppose you're not gonna tell me what we'll be doing."

He shook his head. "Nope."

I sighed, deciding not to fight it.  "Alright."

Before I knew it, a week had gone by and it was March 14th. I woke up at about 9:15 and wandered out into the living room. There was Scott, sitting on the couch with streamers taped up behind him on the wall. He had written "Happy Anniversary!" on them with permanent marker. I smiled and yawned. There was three little boxes sitting out, each with a little bow.

"Oh Scott, you didn't have to."

"Yes I diiiiid. Now open them." He demanded excitedly.

"Any particular order?"

"Nah, any of them will work."

I picked up one box and quickly unwrapped it, eager to see what was inside. I uncovered the box to see a gorgeous watch.

"Scott... how...how did you... no you didn't."

"I didn't what?"

"You couldn't have..."

"I couldn't have whaaaat?"

"This is the exact watch I was looking at online," I said in disbelief. "How could you have possibly known it's the one I wanted?"

He shrugged. "Magic."

I tenderly removed the watch and put it on. It looked great and I couldn't stop admiring it on my wrist.

The next present was a pin that said "Be the Jay Z to my Beyoncé" and then finally, a handmade coupon book from Scott. It included chores I could ask him to do if I didn't feel like it or kisses and hugs.

"I love it!" I exclaimed, pulling him towards me for a hug. "I love everything."

He hugged me back. "I'm glad."

"Let me go grab your stuff." I hopped up and ran to my room to grab the two presents I had for him, ignoring his comments on how he said not to get him gifts. I rushed back to him and handed the crappily wrapped gifts over.

He opened the first one which was a framed picture of us. It was one of my favorites. I had started to take a selfie when he popped up behind me and the looks on both our faces are hilarious.

He chuckled. "That's a classic."

"I felt like it described our relationship," I explained.

He nodded. "It definitely does."

Next he picked up the flat box and shook it. "Is it a pen?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

"Yeah, it doesn't sound like one either."

He tore the wrapping paper and opened the cover to reveal two tickets to the Mrs. Carter Show which was a tour by Beyoncé.

"Ohmygodmitch!"

I grinned.

"Mitchmitchmitchmiiiitch!"

I giggled. "What?"

"You. Got. Us. Beyoncé. Tickets?!"

"Yeah," I grinned with my voice.

"Near. The. Front?"

"Kinda."

He tackled me with a hug. "Thank you so much!"

I laughed and patted his back. "It's no problem."

After he had calmed down, I asked him, "When will we be leaving?"

"Um, well, the first thing is at four, but I was thinking we could go for a walk or something, so whenever you want to leave."

"Okay, I'll eat breakfast and get dressed and we'll see."

He nodded. "Okay."

I went into the kitchen. "Want an omelette?"

"Sure, thanks."

I whipped up two omelettes and we ate them together.

We finished rather quickly, took a shower, and then proceeded to find clothes.

I wore a dark blue sweater with stylish black jeans. I combed my hair even though it was going to get messed up apparently. Scott came out of his room wearing khaki type pants with a black v-neck and a dressy sweater over. He'd combed his hair in the way I loved and he smiled when he saw me.

"Hey," he greeted.

I couldn't help the happiness my face was showing. "Hi."

"Should we go for a drive?"

"Sure, where to?"

"Just around. We have a while."

"Okay, let's go."

I grabbed my brush and my wallet and followed Scott out the door. We got into his car (me in the passenger obviously) and he began driving. And we literally just drove. For hours. We talked and laughed and it was so nice. We stopped to do some window shopping also.

Eventually, we drove to the mystery spot. We arrived there at 3:50.

"Scott, what is this place?"

And then I spotted the hot air balloons.

"No! You didn't!" I screamed joyously.

Scott smiled. "I did."

"Scott! How did you find this place?"

"The internet."

"Oh, duh."

I couldn't stop smiling. I had been telling Scott for years how I wanted to take a hot air balloon ride.

"Well, let's go." He smiled and started running. "Race you!"

I gasped and chased him, but he still won. I mean, he'd gotten a headstart.

We boarded the balloon smoothly and the ride was fantastic. My fear was quickly dissolved by excitement, even as we took glimpses at the ground below.

Next, as Scott had promised, we went to a fancy restaurant. I brushed my hair nicely and we went inside. We were seated at a table.

"This place is so nice!" I exclaimed, still hyper from the ride.

Scott just smiled at me and I could see the love in his eyes.

We had a nice meal and by the end, we were both kinda tired. On the way home we picked up stuff for brownies and we had a great time making them. We sang and danced the whole time and soon it turned into a slight food fight.

I wish I could have that day back.