not sure if I'll ever return to this story but feel free to read :) When Mitch joins University and is thrown into a flat with three boys that hate him, he thinks that nothing can make it better. Until a tall blonde greets him in the elevator - mysterious, perhaps dangerous, yet endearing. Scott Hoying impacts Mitch's life in a way he never thought was possible. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Mitch Grassi..." He breathes, a smirk growing on his face, "nice to meet you." I take my card, a small blush emerging on my cheeks as Blondie stays stood opposite me, almost making me feel pressured to stay pinned up against the wall. The elevator doors ding open as the guy turns away from me, walking away with his head turned over his shoulder and his eyes still on me. "W-what's your name?" I stutter, pressing a button to keep the doors open. He turns towards me, walking backwards down the corridor of the second floor. He laughs, raising his brow, "See you around, Mitch Grassi." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Best Scömìche Fanfic and Best Plot, PTXFanFicAwards 2018!! #1 in Scömìche May18. Pentatonix have conquered the world and moved on. As Scott prepares to throw the best 40th birthday party ever - minus Mitch - the past returns to trouble his settled present. And after the reunions, who knows what the future will hold? Our choir nerds are all grown up, but they still love each other. And the drama. Runner-up Best Angsty Fic, PTX Fanfic Awards 2017

Speed dating. Five minutes per date. You have until the sound of the bell, so hurry up! Cowritten with Ehcimocs!

Scott loves music. Mitch loves coffee.

"Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce, too many bowls of that green, no lucky charms. The maids come around too much, parents ain't around enough. Too many joy rides in daddy's jaguar, too many white lies and white lines" - Frank Ocean, Super Rich Kids. Some snippets and screenshots from my fic, Close My Eyes and Feel The Crash. Basically a deleted scenes compilation. Enjoy!

Its the traditional story, with the one exception no one heard of. Mitch had waited and waited for the number on his shoulder reached 0. He had waited for just over 18 years. 219 months. 6,758 days. And now the day was here. On this day, he was destined to meet his soulmate. Or so he thought.

inspired by ed sheeran's "perfect" each chapter will be based off of a line or two; and at the same time, will all be based in one universe

a Scomiche one-shot inspired by the James Arthur song

Scott's vision is fuzzy. Hazy. Unfocused like it hasn't been since the LASIK. He vaguely wonders why, but his head hurts so much he's distracted and can't figure it out. He thinks for a second that he's drunk. That he's given himself the mother of all hangovers. But his shoulder and his arm and his chest and his side and his leg also hurt-shit, his shoulder really hurts-and he's never been drunk enough for that to happen before. Plus, if he's not mistaken, that's his steering wheel in front of him, through the haze and the dust and the noise and the red and whatever the deflated white thing is. Regardless of how drunk he's been, he would never be drunk in the driver's seat of his car. Fuck. Fuck, he hurts. The spiderweb pattern across his windshield is kinda pretty though, sparkling like that in the sun. Blink.

Scott Hoying is a senior in high school and undoubtedly a jerk; a big one in fact. His parents are quite well known, and that is part of the reason why Scott is the way he is; popular and big headed. Mitch Grassi, on the other hand is quite the opposite. He is a junior, one year younger than Scott and is quiet and creative. He likes to keep to himself and never causes trouble. Scott couldn't care less about anyone but himself, but when the two clash and a secret about each of the young men is revealed, their worlds are turned upside down.