Scömìche One-Shots

Run To You pt. 1

Mitch's P.O.V
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"YOU DONT CARE ABOUT ME ANYMORE, DO YOU?" I was so mad at him. I bet you're wondering why. I woke up to him in bed with Alex. He cheated. On me. With Alex. He didn't say anything, so I rolled my eyes. He started crying as I backed away.

I took my sweatshirt, threw it over my head, grabbed my phone, and slammed the door shut. I called Kirstie since I had no one to talk to. "Hey Mitch, what's up?" I heard some mumbling in the background. "Avi says hi," she said. Those two lovebirds, I swear. "Kirst can you meet me at Starbucks? It's really important and I don't know what to do."

"Sure, see you in five."

She saw me and gave me a bear hug. "What's wrong? Did something happen at your apartment?" I looked at her and felt a tear slip down my cheek. "Sc-Scott cheated on me with A-Alex. Why would he do that, KK, why?" She gave me a look filled with sympathy.

"Are you sure he cheated on you?" "Well, he was in bed with him, and I'm pretty sure that THAT is cheating," I spat. She thought for a moment and said, "Did you get his side of the story?" I stared wide-eyed at her. "N-no."

"Well," she started," he called me yesterday and said he was going out. Maybe that has something to do with it. Maybe he went to the bar and Alex forced him. Mitch, that's what he told me last night. He called me when Alex fell asleep."

I was shocked. I looked at Kirstie and she nodded. "Go. Now," she said. I left my drink on the table, not bothering to bring it back to the apartment. I know, that's a first. I ran. I ran as fast as I could, even if I was out of breath. I stopped in front of his bedroom door and didn't know if I should knock.

Almost like he read my mind, Scott opened the door and it hit me in the face. "Ow," I whispered. "Oh my gosh, Mitch I'm so sor-"

"No, Scott, I'm sorry. I didn't know he forced you. I didn't listen to you. Therefore, I'm the one that's sorry. And I really mean it, Scott." He gave me a huge hug and kissed my cheek. I blush at the slightest of things. What can I say? He's Scott.

My Scott.

A/N- can I have requests please? I'm running out of ideas... Fast