Scömìche One-Shots

Natural Disaster

A/N- I got this idea while listening to Natural Disaster, hence the name lol

Scott unlocked his phone, and saw some Twitter notifications. He looked at the new account. It was all hate, a hate account just for him. He read the posts.

Why is he even alive?

He should die. Maybe even kill himself.

Mitch Grassi just feels sorry for him.

He has no talent at all.

He cried, and cried. At least Mitch wasn't home to see him like this. Then there was a knock on the door. "Scott, sweetie, are you okay? I thought I heard crying" "I-I'm fine." Mitch opened the door and walked over to him. "What's wrong, Scott? What happened?" He showed Mitch his phone.

"Scottie, they're just jealous of you." Scott stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. "Maybe they're right, it's like I'm a natural disaster," Scott spoke lightly. "No, Scotland, don't say that." He sat back down. "Are you here because you feel sorry for me? Do I have any talents?" "Sweetie, you're the most talented person I know," Mitch said.

"And I'm here because I love you." Scott smiled. Mitch got up and hugged Scott, holding onto him for as long as possible. "I love you too." Now, Mitch smiled.

"Okay, we have a rehearsal in two hours. Wanna save water?" Mitch winked, and Scott's smile grew wider. He nodded.

~

Kirstie noticed the marks on both of their necks. "What did you guys do this morning?"
Their eyes widened and they looked at each other and laughed. They fell onto the couch and kissed. Avi, Kevin, and Kirstie smiled and applauded. "I KNEW SCÖMICHE WAS REAL," she yelled.

"SCOTT AND MITCHIE SITTING IN A TREE! K-I-S-S-I-N-G," Avi screamed.

They cuddled into each other, embarrassed. "Shut... up," Scott whispered.
"Aw, look who's embarrassed," Kevin said, smiling and doing a little happy-dance. Mitch and Scott gave up on them, so they kissed again, blocking the others out.