Savior | Scömíche {DISCONTINUED}

Chapter 2~

Oop. Well, thanks to everyone who is reading this! I honestly don't expect to get much response for this story, but ya know... 7 reads, already! Whoop! :3 Also, switching P.O.V because obviously, 3rd person is hard for me to swing sometimes. XD

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Mitch's P.O.V:

Who is this blonde guy, anyway? Just comes walking up into my life like he knows all my secrets. I felt as though his crystalline eyes were burning holes into me after a moment. Something about him was...different. Like he had insight into something far greater than the existence we experience physically and mentally. 

I leaned against the doorway, watching him with uncertain eyes. I could tell that he was a nice person but the vibe i'm putting off seems to be affecting him in an unknown way. "Why are you so surprised?"

"Why is your forehead so big?"

"Why are you being an assnugget?"

"How do you know my mother?"

"How--"

"Stop!" Nan yelled, looking between us. We had moved closer with every remark, and I now stood before him, frowning with slitted eyes. I could see him in better detail now, the way his blonde eyelashes curled up; lightly framed his beautiful blue eyes. There were veeery subtle freckles sploshing across his nose, barely even noticeable from up close, let alone far away. His beauty annoyed me. 

I could feel the tension melt away slowly, while our eyes failed to break contact. Our height differences were obvious now, I had to stand at least 2 or 3 feet back to look at him comfortably. 

"Get out of my mother's house."

Nan stood, walking over with haste and resting a hand on his arm. "Honey....just give him a chance. This is Scott Hoying. Do you remember me telling you about him?"

Memory of his name flashed through my mind and I felt my eyes widen impulsively. Scott Hoying. This is the man that had kept my mom safe when there were burglars abroad a few years ago. He is the one who eased her loneliness when my father passed. I was in Alaska. 

He, saved my mother's life when she fell on the stairs and he was outside doing yard work, able to hear her cries through the living room window.

"Oh my god," I groaned out, my  voice thickly coated in guilt. "I am so sorry--"

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Scott's P.O.V:

I chuckled quickly, shaking my head. "It's oka--"

Mitch moved forward quickly, tears pricking his beautiful brown eyes as he wrapped me in strong embrace. I was a bit taken aback, my mouth bobbing open like a fish to speak before thinking better of it and returning the warm gesture. "Really, don't worry about it, Mitch. It's my pleasure." 

"I have so mu-much to thank you for,"

"It's okay!" I laughed again, holding him at arm's length and wiping a tear with my thumb. "That can wait until later. I think, right now, we should restart. Hello, i'm Scott Hoying," quickly holding out my hand for him to take. His cheerful laugh, a bit strained from all the emotions running through him, filled the wooden room. As did my Mitchell-induced grin.

"Mitchell Grassi. But I prefer Mitch." 

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(time lapse, yoooo)