Scömìche One-Shots

The Bar

A/N- And now we welcome a drunk Scott into the story

Mitch's P.O.V
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And I lost Scott again. How wonderful, that means I need to find him through this sea of people. Can't be too hard, right?

After I pulled him off of the man he was dancing on, I took his hand and pulled him through the crowd. "Mitch, where are we going? I like adventures! That guy I was dancing with was so hot! I think his name was Alex! He like puppies. We should get a dog! Maybe a cat?"

"Scott, we already have a cat. His name is Wyatt," I laughed. Scott looked really confused and it was adorable. Maybe I should tell him how I feel, since he probably won't remember much tomorrow. Yeah, that's what I'll do!

After I finally got home, Scott grabbed me and pulled me onto the couch. "Yes?" "I don't remember." This was going to be a long night. I tried to get up, but Scott held my waist, pulling me back down. Now I was sitting in his lap. "And where do you think you're going," Scott said in a low voice. "Um... I-I uh," I stuttered. "You're hot," Scott said seductively, while pulling me closer to him with his chin on my shoulder.

Oh, Scott, if you only meant it.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. And what if I like you more than a friend?"

"What if I like you more than a friend, too," I said.

"Well... then, I'd do this" he took my face into his hands and crashed his lips onto mine.

"I bet I'd do the same," I whispered.

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Scott's P.O.V
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I woke up with a pounding headache. What happened last night?

Mitch was already up, so I went downstairs after vomiting for ten minutes straight. "Hey Mitchie! What happened yesterday." His face fell, that can't be good.

"Well, um... You called me hot. You kissed me. You said you liked me and I said I like you..." He trailed off. "Oh... well in that case, I meant all of it."

"Really?" I nodded and kissed him again

A/N- I don't even know what that was...