(ON HOLD INDEFINITELY) Blondie - Scomiche

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"You ready?..."

"Should I be scared?"

"I don't know.."

I hesitate, "Scott.. What is it?"

Scott looks down at the floor before standing up, smiling widely, "okay.. So when I first met you, you told me some facts about you, right?"

He holds his hand out towards me and pulls me to my feet as I frown, "right.. I did.. What are you planning?"

"Can you remember what you told me?"

"Um..." I shake my head, "I told you my Starbucks order.. Did you buy me Starbucks?"

Scott turns away from me, pulling me by my hand toward my bedroom. Maybe my dreams aren't too crazy.

Joke, they are.

"Ooooh, Scott," I joke, throwing my hand on my forehead dramatically, "it's too soon, I'm not ready..."

"Don't flatter yourself," Scott laughs, standing in front of the door with his fingers wrapped around the handle, "okay, close your eyes, sweetie."

I raise my eye brow, "Scott-"

"Close your eyes!"

I sigh heavily, closing my eyes with hesitation as Scott moves. I feel his body move behind me as one of his hands reaches forward to cover my eyes, "just so you don't peek.."

If my eyes weren't closed, Scott would have just earned himself an eye roll. He presses his chest against my back, pulling the door handle before holding my hip with his free hand. We begin to walk forward, and I grip onto Scott's hand to ensure I don't fall. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me further against him, breathing onto my neck as we stop walking.

"Okay.." Scott breathes, releasing his hand from my waist, "are you ready?"

"I'm scared," I say with a laugh, pushing myself backwards against Scotty's chest.

"One, two..."

Shit shit shit.

Scott moves his hand away from my eyes as the light almost blinds me. I squint slightly, confused as I look at my surroundings. My bed is normal, TV is the same, walls and floors are the same colour. Nothing has changed.

"Scott?" I frown, looking up as he grins at me widely, "what is it?"

I hear shuffling from under my bed as Scott giggles, and I suddenly become very nervous. Are my parents here? Do we have rats?

"Here, kitty.."

I squeal loudly, lifting my hands up to cover my mouth as the smallest, cutest, grey sphynx cat pops it's head out from under my bed.

HOW MUCH MORE FRICKIN ADORABLE COULD HE GET

I reach down, lifting up the little kitty and cuddling it in my arms.

"Scott!" I smile stupidly, my heart full and racing as he grins down at us, "you got me a kitty?"

He nods slowly, placing his hand on my back as he reaches to stroke the cat, "he's all yours, Mitchy. Do you like him?"

"He's a boy?" I say excitedly, "oh my god, I love him! Thank you so much, Scotty.."

Scott sits down on the bed, "what are you gonna call him?"

I bite my lip, looking down as the cat jumps out of my arms, "I don't know!" I exclaim, "he looks like a... A.... Wyatt? Wyatt!"

"Yes!" Scott smiles, looking behind him as Wyatt jumps over my cabinets, "Wyatt's perfect."

"He needs a middle name."

"Wyatt Boris,"

I frown with a smirk, "no, Scott."

"Wyatt Paws?"

"Cute," I laugh, "but no. I want it to have a meaning."

Scott's shoulders slump as he thinks. He pouts and bites his lips, tilting his head as he thinks.

Pencils.

"Wyatt-Blue." I smile, "that's his name, Wyatt-Blue."

"What?" Scott smiles with a shake of his head, "why Blue? I don't get it?"

"You. You're my blue pencil, and he's my Wyatt-Blue."

I watch as a blush crawls onto Scott's cheeks as he stands up towards me.

"Wyatt-Blue Grassi." Scott smiles sweetly, "that's perfect, Mitchy.."

"No, Wyatt-Blue Grassi-Hoying. He's your baby too."

Scott's smile merges into a grin as he wraps his large arms around me. I can't believe he bought be a kitty, he remembered that I wanted one and bought me the most perfect, beautiful sphynx cat I've ever seen. Could he get any more perfect? Yes, he could be gay.

"Thank you so much," I smile into his chest, "I'm so happy!"

Scott leans back, his arms still wrapped around my waist. Our faces are only inches apart as he smiles down at me.

Those lips look good.

"God," I sigh, shaking my head, "I could just kiss you right now, I'm so happy, I-"

ABORT ABORT ABORT

Have you never heard of internal monologue, Mitch? Some thoughts aren't supposed to be heard by others!

My eyes flicker down to his lips then back up to his wide eyes.

Fuck.

"Uh, Mitch.." Scott mumbles, moving his arms away from my waist and running a hand through my hair, "I don't think so.."

He laughs awkwardly, walking over to Wyatt and picking him up.

"I was joking.." I blurt out, "I mean, I wouldn't kiss you, you're- I mean, I'm... You're not even, uh.. Yeah, it was a joke."

Great, round of applause for Mitch for handling that situation so smoothly.

"Yeah," Scott coughs, "just a joke, um..."

"Uh..."

I watch as Wyatt jumps out of Scott's arms and into a brown paper bag, causing it to fall over with Wyatt in it. I laugh quietly, watching as the little one runs about and explores his new home. I know that Scott is watching me intently, I can feel his eyes burning into the side of my head, but I refuse to meet them. Why did I say I would kiss him? I'm literally such a loser.

"He's beautiful, isn't he.." I whisper, smiling as Wyatt licks his paws and wipes his ears.

Scott keeps his eyes locked on me, "he is.."

I look over at him, tilting my head with a smirk, "you're not even looking at him, Scotty?"

"I know.." Scott whispers, still not looking at little Wyatt. He smiles sadly, walking towards me and lifting his hand towards my face. He pushes a small strand of hair away from my eyes, running his fingers down from my forehead, over my cheek and finally resting them on my neck.

"My parents are coming tomorrow, Mitchy.." He croaks, clenching his jaw slightly.

"I thought they were coming next week?"

He shakes his head slowly, "no... I'm gonna stay at home tonight. Just so I'm ready for them, is that okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," I smile, "of course it is, stop worrying, Scott."

"You don't know my mom.." Scott chuckles sarcastically,

"No, but I know you.." I breathe, pulling on the bottom of Scott's shirt and playing with a piece of loose cotton, "it will be okay, you've got me and Wyatt-Blue if it all goes wrong. He loves his daddy."