Scomiche Love Scenes.

One Moment In Time.

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in forever, I've been too busy writing essay after essay and shit. Thanks for your patience, I love you guys! -Lexi. 

I layed in bed, my whole body ached with the usual numbnes of heartbreak. I tried to will my body to get up, but it couldn't. All I could manage to so was lift my hands to my face, wipe my groggy eyes, and sigh loudly. My sigh echoed down the empty halls, just one more reminder I didn't need that I was home alone. My throat carried a burning sensation, my stomach began to tighten and I suddenly felt a wave of nausea rush over me. I screwed my eyes shut in attempted to block out all the memories that began to flood my brain. I could still here the "I love you Scott"s ring in my ears. When I re-opened my eyes, I felt the tears flow down my cheeks uncontrolably. I still couldn't will myself to move until my chest beneath me began to feel colder with the way I soaked  myself. I finally got up, and miserably shuffled myself to the bathroom to get some tissues. As I opened the medicine cabniet to try and find something for my still-exsistent nausea, all of the memories from the past few months began to re-enter my mind. I still couldn't wrap my mind around how it went from "you and me forever babe." to "I don't think I can do this anymore." and him suddenly disappearing every night to go be with some random douche who wasn't me in what felt like just a matter of minutes. I continued rummaging through the medicine cabinet, I still couldn't find what I was looking for. Probably because my mind was racing and each thought was moving at a hundred miles a minute. I eventually found some Benadryl and took some before taking our industrial-sized box of tissues back to my room and throwing myself back down on my bed with a thud. 

I decided that maybe some music would do me some good. I reached over to my bedside table and grabbed my phone and scrolled down to a particularly sad song. "I Can't Make You Love Me." played on repeat in the background as I continued to sob and drench my shirt. I klung onto my pillow, thinking it would replace the absance I was feeling in my heart where I knew he should be. After this went on for about two hours, I heard a key turn in the lock, the front door of the house swing open, and a pair of extremely expensive tennis shoes stroll in. Panicing, I jumped off my bed in a fluster to run up to my phone and turn off the music I quickly wipped the tears from my swollen, bloodshot eyes and forced those that lingered back down my throat. I took my time running out to the living room to greet him. After aimlessly strolling the halls I heard his gorgeous voice call out.

"Scotty? I'm home! Where are you?" When I was sure my voice wouldn't quiver I finally managed to reply.

"I'm in my room Mitch!" I heard him approach my door and took this as my final warning to pull it together. When it swung open, there stood a gorgeous as ever Mitch. At first he smiled, then his face began to fall at the sight of me. My shirt was still wet, my eyes were swollen and bloodshot, and doszens of crumpled up tissues scattered the floor.

He looked around for somthing, I don't what. Signs of illegal activity possibly? Finally, his eyes returned to me, and looked me up and down.

"What the hell happened to you?" he asked in a tone that sounded as though he was almost ashamed of me for spending  the past two hours crying. It was no mystery that that was what happened, no use denying it, but I coudln't tell him he was the reason why I was crying. I had to maintain some of my pride just as he was oh so effortlessly.

"Titanic." I blurt out thoughtlessly. He pushed his eyebrows together in confusion, and  leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms. 

"Really? Because it looks like you've been crying for at least two hours." He scanned me up and down once more. "You mean to tell me that you only got through about an hour and a half of Titanic before you started bursting into tears?" He clearly didn't believe me. 

"It's a really sad movie!" I shot back, refusing to let my guard down. Mitch just sort of sighed and walked over to my bed, sitting down 

"Alright Scott, why don't you tell me why you were really crying?" I wanted so badly to refuse to sit down, but then Mitch crooked a finger at me and I had to give in. 

I sat down next to him, avoiding his eyes and still saying nothing. He scooted closer to me and placed a hand on my thigh, stoking it contently, my entire body suddenly turning very hot. 

"Scott, do you know why I was out all day?" I shook my head. I couldn't say it, it was too painful. I stared down into my lap, my brain screaming to the rest of me to stop hurting, to stop caring. But it couldn't. 

" I broke up with Adam, Scott." He said, squeezing my thigh gently. For the first time, I looked up at him and stared into his deep, gorgeous, brown eyes. Not knowing exactly what to say. 

"You what?" I asked dumbly, Mitch scooted even closer, his hand still placed on my thigh. 

"I broke up with Adam." He repeated. "I ended it with us because the pressure of not being good enough for you got to me. So I thought I had to go out and downgrade to somebody who I could be good enough for. It didn't work though, your voice haunted my every waking hour and instead of being happy with the guy in front of me, I couldn't stop giggling at your laugh, your jokes, your smile." The stare we were holding suddenly deepened. "That's when I knew I made a terrible mistake. Scott, I'm so sorry. Please say you'll take me back. Make this our one moment in time and say that we can be boyfriends again." 

His eyes were hopeful, while mine were still a little bloodshot. I placed my hand on his that still rested comfortably on my leg. "I've been crying over you the past two hours." I admitted with a nervous chuckle. 

"I know." He grinned placing a soft, yet quick and passionate kiss on my lips. I smiled and began kissing him back. This is it this is what I've been waiting for. This was our one moment in time. This was where we were meant to be.