Scömíche Fluff One Shots

Music Festival

**A/N: This is going to be a bit of a longer one, so get comfy, kids

Scott and Mitch were sitting next to each other on their bed one night, both already dressed to sleep. Scott was watching something on TV, sitting with his long legs stretched out, his ankles crossed, and his back against the headboard. Mitch was sitting cross-legged with his laptop in front of him, looking at wristbands for a music festival that was going on that weekend. "Scott?" he said, looking over at him. "Yeah, babe?" Scott replied, looking back at Mitch. "Do we have plans for this weekend? Like, for PTX or anything?" Mitch asked. Scott thought for a few moments before shaking his head. "No, I don't think so. Why?" he answered. Mitch shrugged.

"I dunno, I was just looking at this music festival that's scheduled for this weekend and I kinda want to go. I looked up the artists that are playing and they don't seem too bad. Plus, the wristbands are a good price," he said. "Let me see," Scott said, scooting over a little bit to look at Mitch's computer screen. Mitch turned the laptop a little so Scott could get a better look.

Scott read over the information, his blue eyes flickering across the screen. He squinted a little before realizing he didn't have his glasses on or his contacts in. "Damnit, forgot I'm farsighted," he muttered. Mitch chuckled a little at him. Scott quickly reached over and grabbed his black framed glasses from on top of the nightstand before slipping them onto his face and reading over the screen again, much more easily this time. He sat back after a while.

"Yeah, we can go. Do you want to go for one day, two days, or all three days?" he asked. "What do you think?" Mitch replied, a small smile on his face. "All three it is then," Scott decided, giggling. "Are we inviting any of our friends?" he asked. "Like, duh," Mitch answered, already texting the group chat they had with Kevin, Kirstie, Avi, Matt, and Esther. Once he had done that, he began ordering the wristbands from the festival's website, not even waiting for an answer from everyone. He knew them well enough.

Once that was done and his order was confirmed, he shut his laptop and plugged it in to charge in the bottom of his nightstand. They then both went into the bathroom to brush their teeth before bed. When they were done, they got under the covers in bed and cuddled until they fell asleep. The next morning, when Mitch woke up and checked his phone, he had five notifications from the group chat. After he read all their messages, he quietly got up to figure out what he wanted to wear at the festival, letting Scott sleep a little while longer. This was always the hardest part about big events for him, deciding which out of his many clothes he wanted to put together for good outfits.

He went inside the walk-in closet and looked at all the clothes on his side of it, huffing as he did so. He had so many clothes and the festival was only for three days. He pulled out a bunch of different shirts and spread them out on the medium loveseat they had in there. He raked his eyes back and forth over them before picking three out: a gray tee that said "Hello, boys" on the front, a white tee that had large, intentionally-placed rips at the collarbone, and an oversized black and white striped sweater that went off one of his shoulders in case it got cold. He hung all the other ones back up on the rack before moving on to pants.

Choosing pants was much easier since most of his pairs of pants were black skinny jeans. He took out three pairs of them and laid each one on top of a shirt. Then he moved on to shoes. He walked over to his shoe shelf and surveyed it before taking out a pair of black heeled boots, a pair of white leather creepers, and a pair of black, white, and tan creepers.

When he emerged from the closet and went back into the bedroom, Scott was just waking up. Mitch watched as Scott stirred and groaned softly, the covers gently rustling as he moved around, trying to fully wake himself up. Mitch smiled. Watching Scott wake up from where he was standing was the cutest thing ever to him. He looked at the clock and saw that it was just past 11.