Scömìche Oneshots

I Believe

(A/N, sooooooooooooooo, I've been listening to Happiness Begins by The Jonas Brothers a lot, and decided to write this. I hope it's okay!)

"Hey, babe?" Mitch asked.
"Yeah?" Scott replied from his office.
"Did you eat all the peanut butter?" The brunette asked.
"Um, no."
"Babe! There are two f--king peanut butter jars f--king right next to you!" Mitch exclaimed. "I'm trying to make a f--king PBANDJ!"
"Okay, calm down, baby." Scott said. "Don't we have almond butter?"
"Why would you think I'm looking for straight up peanut butter?" Mitch asked sassily.
Scott rolled his eyes, sighing. "Okay, do you want me to get more?"
"No, I'll just make something else." Mitch said, turning around dramatically.
Scott rolled his eyes again, turning back to his editing.
Mitch decided to make vegan grilled cheese, already starting to cook. Lady Gaga playing from his phone loudly, as he sang along.
Scott walked out of his office. "I smell something good!"
"That's my sandwiches, you had peanut butter." Mitch said.
"C'mon, babe!" Scott said. "Please?"
"Well," Mitch said. "Okay, fine, just don't gimme the puppy dog eyes!"
Scott laughed, grabbing a sandwich. "Works every time." He took a bite, spitting it out.
"What is it?" Mitch asked.
"What the f--k is wrong with it!?" Scott asked.
"Babe, it's vegan grilled cheese." Mitch replied.
"You didn't tell me it was vegan!" Scott exclaimed.
"It's healthy, not poison!" Mitch said. "Calm down."
Scott sucked the peanut butter off the spoon he had been using, walking to the sink. "Holy sh-t! Mitch!"
"What is it now?" Mitch asked, walking out of his room.
"Dishes."
"So?" Mitch said.
"So, I need help!" Scott exclaimed. "C'mere."
"K, but I'm not handwashing." Mitch insisted.
"Who said that?" Scott asked.
"I just did my nails!" Mitch cried. "I can't mess them up!"
Scott groaned. "Fine, I'll do it."
Scott started washing dishes, while Mitch dried and put things away.
"Why's it so quiet?" Mitch asked.
"Do you want music?" Scott asked.
"Of course!" Mitch said.
Scott grabbed his phone, pulling up his playlist.
'Finesse' by Bruno Mars started playing, Mitch starting to dance.
"You haven't danced in forever!" Scott said.
"Well now I am!" Mitch said, rapping Cardi B's rap under his breath.
"Ooh, now we're rapping!" Scott said, handing Mitch a dish over his head. "Only a few more, baby."
"Okay!" Mitch called back, twirling, grabbing the plate.
"Don't drop anything!" Scott called.
"I won't!" Mitch called back.
"Okay, baby, we're done!" Scott said. "Wanna dance?"
"You haven't asked me that in so long!" Mitch said, as his boyfriend held his hands, spinning him around. "We really haven't been that romantic."
"If you want romantic, I'll be it." Scott said.
"No, I don't wanna change you." Mitch said. "I'm just saying we haven't done the things we used to do."
"Like what, precious?" Scott asked.
"I don't know." Mitch said, as he fell back in Scott's arms. "We used to lay in bed and cuddle a lot."
"Has that changed?" Scott asked, picking his boyfriend up. "Come with me."
They went to their room, Scott tossing Mitch onto the bed.
"Babe!" Mitch screamed, as he landed hard on the bed, Wyatt jumping off so he he wouldn't be squished.
Scott laughed, wrapping his his arms and legs around Mitch. "Is this better?"
"Yeah." Mitch said. "Baby? Are we still the best power couple?"
"Of course we are." Scott said. "We're the best couple in the entire world, Scömìche is real, baby!"
Mitch smiled, as Scott kissed him. "Okay, just checking."

(A/N, I didn't proofread again, sorry! Love ya, stay fcute!🦄🦄❤🧡💛💚💙💜)