Ride or Die (Scomiche Fanfiction)

Chapter 1: You...What?

Scott's POV

It's September 1, the first day of public schools. I (somewhat) graduated last year... even though my Senior year only consisted of one month. It was Mitch's first day of his Senior year, but obviously, both of us weren't going. We abandoned the "social norm" of school when we both realized education wasn't our thing.

Ever since then, Mitch and I have been going strong for a year now. Over Christmas break we got his clothes and computer from his parents' house, and the apartment was looking better than ever. We hung paper leafs from the ceiling and white lanterns from the window to celebrate fall. Mitch bought pumpkin spice flavored candles, and we had one in the kitchen and one in the bathroom.

Over the summer, we even raised money making funny YouTube videos on our channel called "Sup3rfruit." With our new money, I got us a king-sized bed with a base and headboard. A huge improvement from the queen mattress I used to have on the floor.

I stopped selling and doing drugs in late February. Mitch was so proud of me, and it felt like I was on Cloud 9. No one has ever been proud of me before, and it was a special feeling.

Mitch and I's life was going swimmingly. For the first time in my life, I loved someone, he loved me, and I was living as a successful part of society. Everything between us was on the table, except for one tiny little detail.

I sing.

It's really embarrassing, I know. But the fact of the matter is, when my dad would beat on me after one of his drunken stirs, music was all that I had. I'd listen to Beyoncé and Mariah Carey and all the greats, singing along with them. The lyrics were so raw and honest, and they described exactly how I felt. When no one was around I'd belt out the Cs and Ds those fierce ladies could hit, and I discovered that I could hit them too.

I sang all the time when I was alone- in the shower, in long car trips. But ever since I've been with Mitch, being alone was a rare occasion. My singing has taken a backseat to our love, and I didn't want to tell him about it.

What would he think? I mean, he thinks I'm this big, super-macho guy who can protect him during anything. But after I tell, I'm gonna be the Broadway boy who can only protect sore vocal cords.

I don't known if I'm ready for that change.

However, I'm tired of lying to Mitch. He's so honest with me, and I feel like a sleezeball sometimes. So, I'm spilling the secret. No regrets- we love each other, right? And he'll love me no matter how embarrassing the whole singing thing is? I hope.

I walked in the apartment to see Mitch making coffee. He bought a whole pack of Starbucks flavored coffee grounds and he was making the pumpkin spice one now.

"Hi boo," I said, walking up behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Hey baby," He said back, purposely moving against me. I couldn't let it distract me, though, because it was time to spill the secret, not spill anything else, if you get my double meaning.

"Hey now," I laughed. "I have something to tell you."

"That sounds serious," Mitch turned on the coffee pot and twirled around to face me. "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, honestly. I just thought I'd say- um..." I stuttered. Why was this so hard? Say it, Scott! Say it! "I sing!" I said louder than I meant to.

"You...what?" Mitch asked. He was going to leave. He was going to realize I was a pathetic Billy Joel impersonator and walk out. I couldn't handle it- everything was so perfect and now it was crumbling. Mitch hated me. He was rejecting me. I had to run.