Scomiche One Shots (R)

Snacks

Mitch tossed and turned in his bed, the vodka induced dizziness wearing off, replaced with a dull ache in his head. By 2am, sleep had not found it's way to him, as he stared aimlessly at the convenient store's sign across the street. It cast stretched shadows through his open window, illuminating his otherwise dark bedroom. The second floor apartment was quiet except for the quiet click of the clock, and the occasional taxi flying by outside.

Quickly, the large amounts of alcohol and little amount of food he had consumed that night caught up to him. Scurrying out of bed, he barely made it to the bathroom before the contents of his stomach were emptied into the toilet. The mint flavored toothpaste instantly erased the burning sensation in his throat, as he brushed his teeth.

He opened the medicine cabinet, looking for something to ease his unforgiving hangover. Great, no ibuprofen, no pepto, not even something to make him fall asleep. He made his way out of the bathroom and to the fridge, looking for a light snack and maybe even some ginger-ale. No luck with either of his hopes.

Sighing, he slipped on a pair of sweatpants and a white tee shirt, courtesy of Acne Studios, the "open 24 hours" sign from the convenient store across the street flashing in his mind. The front door key slipped into his pocket along with his wallet, as he opened the front door and into the hallway.

"Ahh fuck" he mumbled, the bright hallway light hurting both his eyes and head. A quiet chuckle from down the hallway startled him out of his thoughts. A tall blonde was sitting on the floor outside a door, fumbling with his phone.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you" he said. Mitch recognized him as the guy who lived next door but had never spoken with him

"It's..it's ok" he replied walking towards him "I'm Mitch Grassi. I live right there" he pointed

"I could tell, saying that you just came out that door" they both laughed "I'm Scott Hoying"

"So, Scott...why are you sitting outside your door?"

"Roommate has his girlfriend over. I was not about to listen to their headboard the entire night" he smiled

"Ugh; straight people" Mitch mumbled

"You can say that again" the blonde smiled back

"Are you...?" he let his sentence trail off

"Gay? Ya, you?"

"I had a girlfriend in kindergarden if that counts as being straight" At that they both laughed, Mitch now leaning on the wall.

"So tell me brown eyes, why are you out here at 2 in the morning?"

"Going to the convenient store across the street to get a fix for my hangover, wanna come blue eyes?" he mimicked Scott's pet name.

"Beats sitting here" he got up and they walked down the stairwell. "How come we've never talked before? I've seen you around"

"I'm a busy boy; got lots of parties to attend and drinks to drink" Mitch joked

"Ahh, I see. Is that why you're wandering across the street to relieve your hangover?"

"Spot on Scottie" the brunette replied, the doors of the store sliding open. He made his way to the medicine aisle, beginning to scan the bottles. He picked up a bottle of Tylenol and Pepto then wandered towards the drinks, the blonde following like a lost puppy.

They stood side by side in silence, staring aimlessly at the drinks. Mitch gently leaned against Scott's shoulder

"What should I get?"

"Coconut water typically helps, or ginger ale if you have a stomachache" he looked down at the smaller boy. Mitch opened the fridge, grabbing both of his suggestions "Ooh must be rough if you're getting both"

They walked up to the cashier who was half asleep, and set the items on the counter. He rang them up, putting it all in a plastic bag, and they journeyed back to the apartment complex.

"Hey, if you wanna, y'know...come hang out in my apartment, you can" Mitch offered

"No it's fine, thanks for the offer though"

"Are you just going to continue sitting in the hallway until his girlfriend leaves?"

"Ya but...I don't mind"

"Just come in. I don't bite, unless you want me to" he said, a devilish smirk playing on his lips.