Anything Goes (Scomiche)

Pharmacy

Mitch grumbled under his breathe as he walked with his dad into the pharmacy. He had to be the chauffeur for the day since his dad was sick, and he was so over it. Five stores later, and now the pharmacy, Mitch was ready to go home. The pharmacy was relatively tiny, a little 'ma and pa' pharmacy. He'd never been here before, but it was clear his dad had since he walked straight over to the cold medicine that was right in front of where the pharmacist was working at.

Scott looked up at the door as the bell rang, signaling someone was coming in. He didn't pay too much attention when he saw the older gentleman walk up to him to look at the cold medicine, until he spotted the younger man trailing behind him. It was fairly obvious that he was very unhappy about being here, but he looked adorable, even if he was grumpy. Scott decided to take it upon himself to help them out. The pharmacy tech, Lia, was about to make her way out to help them when Scott stopped her.

"I'll take care of this one, take a break."

"I bet you will take care of him," she winked. "I'll be in the back if you need me," she said in her sing-song voice as she disappeared to the back.

Mitch was leaned up against the wall, waiting for his dad to finish picking out what medicine he needed when he heard someone clear their throat behind him.

"Anything I can help you with today?"

He turned around to see who it was and basically had to yell at himself to keep his jaw shut. It was clearly the pharmacist, since he had a white lab coat on overtop of his black dress pants and purple button up shirt. Mitch was half wishing he was the sick one right now. Before his thoughts could get any dirtier he was slapped in the chest by his dad.

"Ow! What?"

His dad gestured towards the medicine and raised his eyebrows at Mitch.

"Oh, right, you lost your voice. Okay. Um, he needs to know what medicine to get."

Scott turned to look at the younger man, who had a visibly red face after getting smacked.

"Sure, what are his symptoms?"

Mitch looked to his dad as he was pointing to basically everything on his face.

"Uh, sore throat, runny nose, a cough, and a headache?"

His dad nodded and looked back to Scott.

He grabbed a few things he thought would help his dad's symptoms and brought them over to the register.

"You may want to take some extra vitamin c, he seems pretty sick. Wouldn't want you to get sick too."

"Oh, um, thanks. I'll remember that."

"It's nice of you to take care of him."

"I didn't have a choice, believe me."

That comment earned him another smack from his dad while Scott tried to stifle his laugh.

Scott rang them up, and as they walked out the door he kept yelling at himself for not even catching the boys name.

Two days later Mitch was sitting on the couch when he heard his dad call for him.

"Mitch!"

"What!?" He groaned, knowing all to well by the sound of his dad's voice he wanted him to do something.

"I need you to go to that pharmacy we were at and pick up my prescription, and I need another box of this medication," he threw the box at Mitch expecting him to catch it, while Mitch just watched it hit the ground.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. Now go."

As luck would have it, Mitch walked in the pharmacy and the first person he saw was Scott, who had his back to him doing, well, pharmacist stuff he guessed. He fixed his hair real quick and walked over to grab the medicine.

Lia turned to the door when she heard the bell, smiled, then elbowed Scott as hard as she could.

"What the hell? What was that for?"

"Mystery man is back. Thought you'd want to know."

Scott turned around, and sure enough, the man was standing at the counter, looking around the store aimlessly, waiting to be helped.

"Hi, back so soon?"

"Uh, yeah. Have to pick up a prescription and more medicine for my dad."

"How's he feeling?"

"Good enough to yell at me to come out and run his errands."

Scott laughed a bit before he could answer.

"Well that's good, I suppose. Name?"

"Oh, right. Grassi, Mike."

Scott ran the name Mike through his head a few times before deciding that name didn't suit him, but he liked it anyways. He at least had a name for the mystery man. He found the prescription, pulled it out, and had to do a double take. This can't possibly be for him, right? He's too young to need that. While he thought this through, Mitch signed for the prescription and paid for everything before he looked at what exactly his dad needed him to pick up. His face instantly turned blood red and his eyes widened at Scott.

"This isn't mine. It's my dad's. I swear. I'm Mitch, not Mike. You've got to be shitting me. He did this on purpose."

He went to grab his stuff and walk out so he could go live under a rock when he heard Scott laugh again.

"I believe you, I'm betting you don't need those anyway." He winked.

Scott grabbed the company card and quickly wrote something on the back.

"Here's the number to the pharmacy, and mine, you know, incase you ever need any help."

As if Mitch's face couldn't get anymore red, it did.

"Thanks, I'm sure I'll need some help soon."

Mitch turned out the door, still embarrassed, but with the hot pharmacists number, he would ignore the fact that his dad sent him out to get his prescription of Viagra.