Scömìche One-Shots

Promise

A/N- This has self harm and stuff. It's probably going to be very bad, lol. Bye Queens!

Scott's P.O.V
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Mitch poked me. "What?" I wasn't in the mood. "Sorry. Um, I'm going out with Travis. I just wanted to let you know," Mitch said looking down at the ground. "Okay."

Great. Oh well, I have plans with my other best friend, anyway.

I sat down next to the sink at pulled out my friend. I met him when Mitch started dating Travis. He always looked very sharp and fine. He shimmered in the light, and made me feel better about myself. Since Mitch, obviously, didn't seem to care.

His name is razor.

We did our usual routine, but I thought that it was time to try something different. Maybe I could make another friend. I took out some pills and other medicines, some belonging to Mitch. But, he wouldn't care, right?

I just wanted to die. To forget about Mitch for once, and be happy.

Third Person P.O.V
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Scott didn't notice the door open, so he continued making small, yet very deep, cuts along his arms. He also didn't notice a very shocked and scared Mitch standing in the doorway. When he finally noticed, he didn't have the chance to take the pills.

Mitch's P.O.V
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"Scott?" Scott didn't look up, just continued making marks. "What are you doing back so early? I thought you were with Travis," Scott said. "Scott stop. What's wrong, baby?" "I just want to be happy," Scott said, crying. "But aren't you happy? You're with Alex, right?" Scott shook his head.

"I was with Alex as a distraction. I want to be with you. I love you, Mitch." I was surprised. "Scott, I love you too," I said. "No you don't, you're with Travis," he said softly. "That's why I'm back early. We broke up."

"Huh?" My face turned red. "Well, we were kissing and... I may or may not have moaned your name. That's when I realized that I love you, not him," I told him.

"Really?" Scott smiled. I nodded and smiled back. I got a towel and wrapped his arm with it, taking the razor from his hand at the same time. "Promise me that you'll never do that again. Okay?" I grabbed him by the collar of the shirt and pulled him closer to me. We were only an inch apart.

"I promise," Scott said. I pulled him in even closer and kissed him, passionately. He kissed back and it turned into a make out session. "Scott," I moaned. Scott smiled into the kiss. I found our hands going up each other's shirts. I didn't want to stop, but I needed an oxygen break.

I laid my head on Scott's chest. Everything was perfect.