Ride or Die (Scomiche Fanfiction)

Chapter 15: LA Debut

Mitch’s POV

When we all finally dispersed into our separate hotel rooms, everything got crazy. It was 7 o’clock, which meant that we only had 3 hours until we made our debut in LA.

Talk about crazy.

Scott and I were both wrecks; we were throwing our clothes left and right, trying to find the perfect outfits.

“Black jeans, blue shirt?” I asked, holding up two pieces of clothes.

“No, I don’t like that color blue. Wear green, it looks better with your lip color,” Scott smiled seductively, and I took that as my invitation. Walking over to his tall figure, I stood on my tip-toes and pressed my lips to his, kissing him sweetly.

Scott picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He turned us around and pressed me against the hotel wall, and for what felt like forever, we kissed and grinded on each other. By the time he released his grip and my feet touched the floor, I was dizzy from my cloudy, lusty thoughts.

“Well now you can’t wear green,” Scott laughed. “Your lips are too red, you’ll look like Christmas.”

I started laughed loudly into his shirt, which smelt like Dolce and Gabbana- one of my favorite cologne brands. I told Scott I liked it a few months ago and the next day he had it all over him.

Alright, I have to say it again: Scott’s the cutest boyfriend on the planet.

“What about purple?” I asked, holding up a shirt laying across our pillows.

“I love it!” Scott smiled widely. “Purple slays.”

“What are you wearing?” I smiled, taking off the shirt I was wearing and replacing it with the purple V-neck.

“I have a purple tie,” He pulled a tie out of his suitcase. “But what shirt should I wear?”

“Blue?” I offered.

“I’ll look like the cookie monster,” Scott started sifting through the mound of clothes on one of the recliners in the hotel.

“I could switch to brown and be a cookie,” I whispered in his ear, wrapping my arms around his neck. I made a trail of small kisses along his back.

“A naughty cookie,” Scott turned around and placed a warm kiss on my lips. “But we’ll be naughty later. I have to pick a shirt.”

“Fine,” I whined, plopping onto the bed and beginning the process of pulling on the black skinny jeans.

Moments passed of comfortable silence, both of us trying to look presentable for the big show.

“I should just go shirtless!” Scott yelled at last, throwing a pile of clothes to the floor. Somehow, the hotel room’s dirtiness looked amplified- clothes of every color were strewn across the chairs, bed, and floor.

“Even though I’d love that,” I began. “I have an idea. Wear a black shirt.”

“And look emo? It’s our first LA show, I can’t give the impression that I’m a-” But I interrupted.

“Let me finish! Wear a black shirt with the purple tie, and I’ll wear a purple shirt with a black tie. It’s absolutely adorable!” I squealed, piecing the outfit together on the bed to show Scott.

“What shoes?” He asked, smiling at the masterpiece I had laid out.

“You wear purple ones, I’ll wear black ones. We’ll be one of those adorable couples that wear inverse colors,” When his whole outfit was planned, I smiled enthusiastically and clapped my hands. Fashion was one of my fortes.