The English Paper (Scomiche Fanfiction)

Chapter 9: I Really Don't Know How To Party

Mitch’s POV

The next morning I woke up with the same warm presence as the night before. However, this time I knew that Scott Hoying was wrapped around me.

Oh, Scott. My beautiful disaster.

His arms were wrapped around my shoulders and my head was lying on his chest. My hands were locked at both ends of his waist and I was pulling him closer. Our legs were intertwined in a tangle of warmth, the 3 or so blankets we had cocooning us together.

I could get use to waking up like this every day.

As usual, I looked into Scott’s face. Normally there was a hint of worry, an eternal melancholic expression that was with him all day, haunting him. But when he slept, that sadness was washed away. He didn’t look happy, but he looked calm, at peace. I loved when Scott looked like that. I already loved him, but this was the time of day when I fell more in love with him, if that was even possible.

“Mitch, babe, I know I’m gorgeous but it’s not polite to stare,” Scott laughed, startling me.

“I-I, um,” I stuttered. Suddenly I was embarrassed about my previous thoughts of ‘Scott at peace’ and ‘love him more.’

“Totally kidding,” Scott said, his eyes still closed. “By the way, you look completely hot in my clothes.”

I blushed furiously while trying to hide my face in his shirt. How can he make me feel like such a scared little boy, but I’m still completely in love with him? And how can he make such sassy comments, and then retaliate by telling me I look hot in his clothes? I was completely turned on, but I didn’t want Scott to think he wore all the pants in the relationship. There for, I replied, “Thanks, Scottie. But I’m sure I looked hotter when you were giving me a rub-down last night.”

He laughed nervously and looking into his face, I saw the redness creeping in. “We’re adorable,” He said, referring to the fact that we were both giggling and blushing like 4th grade school girls.

“Too adorable,” I snuggled into him some more, inhaling his perfect scent of manliness, lust, and cologne.

“I could lie here with you forever,” he crooned, rubbing my back in small circles. “I love you, Mitch.”

“I love you too, Scott,” I smiled, the past 2 mornings have been the best mornings of my life. I only hoped today wouldn’t be interrupted by a beat-down and bloody escape.

“You ready to talk about what happened last night?” He asked timidly, obviously scared about what my reaction would be.

“There’s not much to talk about, really. My parents throw some punches whenever I do something they don’t’ approve of, so that’s basically my reasoning behind being such a teacher’s pet. Then, they don’t beat on me, and I’m good. But being the goody two shoes made me realize that I wasn’t going to have many friends- I’ve known Kirstie for ages, and no none new really wanted to talk to me. So I’ve pretty much been a lonely boy these past couple of years,” I explained quietly.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone about your parents?” He asked.

“I couldn’t. I love Kirstie to the moon and back, but her parents hate me. There homophobes and I’d probably get beat up just for going into their house. And who else was there to tell? But when I met you, I trusted you, and I don’t know why. I feel like I fell in love with you the moment I saw you, and I just denied it the whole time. I actually wanted to tell you, because I knew you could help. I’ve never met someone so special to me,” I felt silent tears creep down my cheeks, and I tried to stop them, but nothing was working.

“Don’t cry over me,” Scott said, pulling me into him. “I’m not worth crying over.”

"You are to!" I retorted, playfully hitting him on the arm. "I love you, babe. You deserve everything."

"My dad used me as his own personal punching bag because I was such a piece of shit," He said quietly, and I immediately stopped laughing, smiling, and     breathing.
That's why he took my dad so seriously. He's been through this crap before.

"Scott," I didn't try to hold back my tears anymore. I let them flow down my cheeks and and onto Scott's tanktop. Hugging him closely, I tried to mend my baby.

My beautiful, big-hearted, yet terribly misguided and broken baby.

"It's okay, really," Scott started, his voice hearty from crying. "The drugs helped numb the pain, and I figured if I was already a piece of shit, why not be an even bigger one? I fucked so many random guys, Mitch. Girls, too- they were drunk and didn't give a flying fuck whether I was gay or not. My parents had already left my brother and I to fend for ourselves, but I still felt like I had something to prove. To show what a piece of shit son really looks like. I don't even know how I got so deep in the drug family, it just kind of happened."

"When your parents left, were you just left, all alone? To die?" I tried to picture a sad, lonely, vulnerable Scott. I saw the sadness, the distant loneliness, but something about a 'vulnerable Scott' wasn't coming together for me. I guess all tough guys have to start somewhere.

"Nah, I had a brother. His name's Chris. We lived in our house for a little, but he already had plans to go off to college and do something with his life. I found Kevin and Avi afterschool one day and we became brothers," Scott patted my back.

"I'm glad your okay," I said comfortingly.

"Right back at you. Who knows what the fuck would've happened if I'd never found you? I love you so, so much. So fucking much Mitch, I just can't say it enough." I had a warm feeling in my stomach. Scott Hoying loves me and can't stop saying it. AW!

"I love you too Scott," I smiled smugly. My boyfriend loves me- yippee!

I felt comfortable being myself for the first time that morning. Being with Scott brought out such a good side in me... I felt alive, like the parts of me put to sleep by my parents were waking up and ready for vengeance. So, when Scott got a call from someone named Travis, I was curious as to what was going to happen.

"Who was that?" I asked, wondering who Travis was.

"Travis," Scott started. "He's a huge douchebag, but he throws good parties. He invited me and I can have a plus one, so..."

Scott was smiling but I was confused. What was he asking? And why was Travis a douchebag? Are his parties that good?

"Huh?" I asked, looking into Scott's majestically blue eyes.

"Will you be my date to Travis' party?"

Ohhh. The fog in my head cleared up and I smiled at my boyfriend.

"Duh," I said, remembering to add a very important detail. "But... I, um, I really don't know how to party."

"Don't know how to party?" Scott giggled.

"I've never been," I admitted, feeling red creep onto my pale complexion. Scott's probably been to a hundred parties, and I've never even been invited to one, let alone gone.

"No worries. You'll catch on real fast," Scott kissed my forehead, and I sensed a double meaning in his words.

I'll catch on real fast?

What was that supposed to me?

But, I didn't want to say anything. It was my first party and I was determined not to mess it up. I snuggled into Scott's chest and inhaled his scent, which I loved almost as much as him.

"All day of snugglin' time and a party tonight. This is the life, Mitchie," Scott nestled his head over mine.

"Mhmm," I replied, vaguely remembering that today was Monday and we were supposed to be in class.

Oh, well. My first ditch day and my first party.

You know what Scott? I think I like it when good boys go bad, too.