The English Paper (Scomiche Fanfiction)

Chapter 7: My Real Parents

Mitch's POV

I'd never slept so good in all my life.

Something warm was under me and around me, like a safety blanket. It smelled like cologne mixed with lust- the perfect combination.

I opened my eyes slightly and realized what I was snuggling with wasn't a pillow. Or a blanket. Or both.

It was a person.

Scott Hoying was in my bed, his arm wrapped around me. And I, good-boy Mitch Grassi, had my own arms wrapped around him, my head on his chest.

Oh, and we were both shirtless.
Shirtless.

I didn’t remember anything about last night. I asked a kid at school for something I could take to "loosen" me up a bit, and he gave me a small orange pill. After taking that, I remember greeting Scott at the door. I remember leading him upstairs to work on the project in my room.

I don't remember getting shirtless and snuggling in my bed together.

Wait!

I ripped the comforter down farther and checked to make sure both of our pants were still on.

Okay, okay, so I didn't have sex with him or anything. That's good. Now I just have to wait for Scott to wake up, and I'll ask him about the rest.

A strange feeling came over me- why didn't I just wake him up? Then he could leave my house in half the time of just waiting, right? No...wrong. I couldn't do it; I couldn't just wake him up when he looked so peaceful right now. He had a tranquility about him that I'd never seen before, and it was downright, smoking  hot.

I let him sleep as I curled around his muscular build. He was so comfy, like my own plush Ken doll.

Hold on, did I just compare him to Ken?

No, no he's not Ken. Ken doesn't do drugs. Ken doesn't get Ds and Fs in school. Ken's a good boy, just like me, and when I find my Ken, he'll be perfect, not like a Scott Hoying.

But the more I thought about the perfect boyfriend, the less turned on I became. Imagining a tall, brown haired guy with glasses and tucked in dress shirts was turning me off, big time. Slowly, I turned my focus back to Scott. Tall, sexy, bad- it was all so not me. But at the same time, maybe it's what I've wanted this whole time. Maybe my parents are the ones holding me back from all this.

Ugh- my parents.

But before I could think about what my parents have held me back from, I felt the warm presence under me start to move. Scott's eyes opened slowly and I looked up at him. He looked down at me, and...smiled?

He smiled at me, just the smile he used on the first day of school at the water fountain. His Zac Efron smile.

Then, he did the unimaginable and kissed my forehead. Kissed. My. Forehead. His lips were warm and welcoming against my now-cold skin.

"Good Morning, Mitchie," He cooned, rubbing my back in small circles. "How'd you sleep?"

"Good," I croaked, smiling nervously. He looked way to happy... I need to know exactly what the heck I said or did to make him like this. "But-"

"Mhmm?" He still looked elated.

"Can you tell me what happened last night?" Scott's happiness vanished faster than the speed of light.

"You don't remember?" He looked so hurt. And knowing that I took away his  newfound joy made me hurt.

"Well, actually-" I was going to lie. I was going to say I had long-term memory loss and forgot. But looking at his crestfallen face; I couldn't do it. No matter how much of a screw-up Scott was, he deserved the truth. "I took a little... something."