Savior | Scömíche {DISCONTINUED}

Chapter 7~

I need to pee but I don't want to get up... so let's write, instead!

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My head was pounding once I woke. My body felt like lead; my heart strangely aching as I lifted myself up to face the day. The man I brought home was gone-- must have been a one night stand. That's low, even for me. 

Before anything else, I headed towards my kitchen for some breakfast. My routine was pretty standard: Bagel, coffee (Starbucks or no), shower, brush teeth, then do whatever. I used my first two fingers to rub soothing circles into my temples, groaning loudly as my doorbell rang. 

Lumbering over to the wooden slab, my hands fumbled with the lock before throwing it open. "Hey, you!"

I looked down incredulously at the sight before me; one pissed - off looking Matthias Bush, tapping his little foot on the welcome mat. "We need to talk, you and me!" 

He pushed himself past me, quickly shutting the door. "Come sit on the....the...c...cou...."

"Couch?"

"Eah', that thing!" I did as instructed, leaving the door unlocked in case Mitch came looking for him here. I wonder what he's doing?

"You hurt daddy! Did you knowed that you hurt my daddy?"

My face contorted, adding to the pounding headache I already wore. "W-What? I didn't hurt Mitch, what do you--"

"Don't lie! Daddy came home crying last night! He told me to go night night but I wanted to know why he was sad. He told Memaw that you hurt him." 

My hands moved to cradle myself, as if trying to hold the pieces of my already fragile state together. What did I do last night? Is he okay? Does he hate me? "I....I didn't mean it, Matt....I'm sorry..."

"Apologize to daddy, not me. He'll be here soon! You really didn't mean to hurt daddy?"

"Never! I would never consciously hurt your dad. Never."

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I paced frantically, weighing my options as my mom muttered incoherent things into a small Motorola. "Honey, I think he might be at Scott's. It's reasonable."

"I don't want to see him right now...." I sighed loudly, scratching my beard and looking out the window. "But I will, for Matthias."

A few minutes later and i'm out the door, dragging my small feet towards my destination. His words wouldn't have crushed me so badly if he at least sounded a little intoxicated. It all seemed so surreal... The front door was cracked, and it was all the answer I needed. I ran inside, only to see my son and my best friend having a mini counselor session on Scott's couch. "Matthias Bush! What have I told you about running off without telling me?"

"Scott said he didn't mean it, daddy! He said he'd never hurt you on purpose! Isn't that great?!"

I moved my sight towards the tall blonde, awkwardly standing in the corner of the room and rubbing his arm. Usually, he was the composed one; not all folded in on himself and vulnerable. I ushered Matt out the door, walking him home before returning back to Scott's and entering. "We need to talk, Scott Hoying."

He nodded silently, waving towards the chairs in the living room. I sat myself down, waiting patiently for him to get comfortable. Although, seeing his couch only made the previous night's events reappear in my mind...

"Scott, what exactly was that?"

"I don't remember.....Honestly. I was really smashed Mitch, i'm so--"

I held up my hand, and with that his mouth snapped back shut. "As crazy as it is, I am prepared to forgive you. I've done some stupid things while drunk, too."

Scott's eyes lit up. "Stay here, with me. Let me make it up to you--"

"Scott--"

"No, please. Just stay. I....I need you." 

I felt myself blush, despite the circumstances. I moved towards him, wrapping my arms around his bulky frame and allowing myself to become lost in the heat and scent of Scott Hoying. I felt him noticeably grunt, and I stepped back-- but not before I was immediately pulled back in.

"No, no, it's okay-- just a little sore. Really hungover from last night."

I chuckled, squeezing myself to him, but not as tightly. "It's okay, i'll take care of you."

"No, Mitchie, i'm supposed to be making it up to you!"

"Too late. Made up my mind. C'mon, upstairs with you." I smiled, tugging him by the hand towards his stairs. I was glad that our friendship could be patched so easily-- I wasn't ready to let go after such a short time. 

"So, you aren't taking me to some high - class, fancy resturant or anything...?" I joked quietly as I led him into his bedroom. 

"I know you, Mitchie. I think you'd rather...slay in bed and watch Breaking Bad, than go out and be social."

"Wow, you are so right!" I laughed, pushing him backwards onto the cushony mattress below. "I'm going to get some Aspirin, get comfortable for me~"

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I smiled at his thin body as he walked out of my sanctuary, shaking my head before peeling my pants off and tossing them onto the floor. Classy, classy me. 

I changed into a ruby red tank before climbing underneath my silky sheets with a sigh-- it was nice to be back. Once Mitch returned, he laughed at my pants and spoke while handing me a glass and the medication: "So it's that kind of party, eh?" 

He tugged his own pants off, throwing them behind him in a way that was supposed to be sexy, but only knocked my lamp off of the mahogany dresser behind him. "Shit, sorry Scooter," he muttered, but I could only laugh again. This man would definitely be my end. "I'll pick it up later, come here alreadyyyy," I whined, opening the blanket. He quickly scooted in, making me jump when his foot touched my calves. "You. Are. So. Cold!" 

He laughed loudly, showing his adorable dimples off again. No. Put those away. I can't even deal.

"Well, that's where you come in Scott." My arms went around him to pull him closer, grinning when I felt his little hand clutch my top. My other apphendage went to flipping on Netflix, where we snuggled for the rest of the day.