Don't Mess With Scott Hoying's Boyfriend

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HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!! Thank you so so much for all of your support on this book and many of my others. I'd never expect to have so many views or likes or comments on any of my books, and never did I expect to go so far with them. I started this out for fun and I am so thankful for everyone who likes my books and continues to read them. A special thank you to those who've been here since my first book (I think it was The Line Between Superfruit and Scomiche or it was The Jock). Y'all have stuck with me even through some of my dramatic breakdowns or my quick minute things I say when I'm not thinking. Like I'm crazy and insane and sometimes a bitch but y'all stick with me, and again, THANK YOU SO MUCH!

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Love y'all and hope you enjoy this chappy!!!!

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Scott pulls up to the cafe on the corner of their street, it was small but so cute and comfy. It had a homey feel, so Mitch or Scott would just got there to do on schoolwork and study for tests. They also had a little stage where people would be up there, singing or even just playing guitar and it was super relaxing. Not to mention the smell of coffee that satisfied their noses.

Scott was there today because Mitch had been there for three hours, applying to colleges and doing school, studying for finales. Both Scott and Mitch, and a few others, including Kirstie, were graduating early this year. Instead of April, like everyone else, they're graduating in March. It's everyone who've taken advanced classes and finished all they needed for the year that there's no need for them to be staying in school longer than they need to. (Idk if this happens anywhere else, but I live in Tennessee and I've seen it happen with a lot of people so)

Scott walked in and immediately spotted Mitch sitting at his favorite table, the middle table against the farthest wall from where you walk in. Instead of the table against the wall, it was a, black leather, love-seat couch against the wall and in front of it was the wooden table and on the other side, two wooden chairs. Mitch's favorite thing about the tables against the wall were that one side always had a couch/really comfy chair. He liked this one table in particular because you could see the whole cafe if you sat on the love-seat.

Anyway my ass is babbling about how amazing this cafe is.

Scott walked up to where Mitch was, walking to the side of the couch Mitch was sitting on to kiss the top of Mitch's head. Mitch freaked out for a split second before he realized who's lips were against his skin. Mitch giggled, smiling.

Scott pulled away, "You look absolutely adorable right now." He commented.

Mitch was wearing leggings and a maroon hoodie that said "Indiana" in white letters on the front. One of his dads old sweatshirts. He had one earbud in, and his computer and books set up on the table, his legs cross-crossed.

Mitch giggled again, "Thank you. I smell good too," Mitch joked.

"Yeah because you're wearing my cologne. Don't think I can't smell it."

Mitch rolled his eyes, Scott pulling out a chair to sit down in when Mitch whined. Scott's head snapped Mitch's direction.

"Are you okay?"

Mitch pouted, "Come sit by me."

Scott chuckled and pushed the chair back in, walking around the table to the other side of the love-seat couch and sitting down.

Mitch pushed all of his books more towards the middle of the table so he could sit closer to Scott. Scott saw him do so and moved himself closer to the middle as well.

"Wait, move to the middle of the couch." Mitch said.

Scott just chuckled because he knew exactly why Mitch wanted him in the middle. Mitch pushed Scott's legs apart, no not what you think ya nasty people, and climbed to sit in between Scott's legs.

Instead of sitting back into the couch, Scott sat upright so that his chest was almost against Mitch's back. Because Mitch wasn't sitting on top of Scott's legs and instead in between them, Mitch's head was just a little above Scott's chin.

Scott out a hand on Mitch's head, "You're so cute and short."

Mitch looked to the side and up at Scott, "I am not. When we're standing, I'm just under your chin."

"You mean at my chest."

"Shut up, you dork."

Scott chuckled as Mitch looked back at his computer and continued to apply at different colleges. Scott looked over Mitch's shoulder, not really having to look over Mitchs shoulder because Scott was so much taller, and read what college Mitch was applying for.

Scott raised his eye brows, "Harvard?" He asked.

Mitch bit his lip because he forgot to tell Scott about it.

"Yeah, sorry it totally slipped my mind to tell you but I have all the requirements and I got almost a perfect score on the ACT so I can apply to more of the Ivy League colleges."

"No, it's totally fine. You didn't have to tell me, I just thought you were set on Princeton, or Yale? And since I had the requirements for Princeton, I thought that was your first option."

"No no, Princeton is still my first option but I thought since you were accepted into the Marine Corps, you weren't gonna do college?"

"No, I am. I still want an education, I'm gonna take them online and just try to work out my training schedule and class schedule."

Mitch smiled at him, pecking his lips, "I am so fucking proud of you, Scottie."

"Kinda proud of me too."

Mitch giggled, "Cocky?"

"No, I just mean that I never thought that I'd get to apply to an Ivy League college, or go into the Marine Corps, like I've always wanted. You really helped me along with my grades and encouraging me to go into the Marine Corps. I never thought I'd get here, so, yeah, I kinda am proud of myself. But I really owe it all to you. So thank you."