(ON HOLD INDEFINITELY) Blondie - Scomiche

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a/n - hey! The photo attached is the pic that Scott shows Mitch.

Enjoyyyyy! :)

It's official. I'm a loser. I have nothing to wear, I look chubby and boring, and Scott's gonna think I'm an even bigger freak.

Not that I care, I just want to make a good impression for once. But like I said, I don't care.

I walk out into the kitchen area of the flat, adjusting my dark hair in the microwave reflection.

"Where you going?"

I look into my reflection and see Travis stood behind me, his arms folded across his chest.

"Out." I say sharply, "don't wanna ruin your night in with 'the lads',"

"We got Jess and her girls to come over, you're missing out." He smirks, licking his lips.

I turn towards him, pulling my leather jacket over my front, "I'm sure I'll survive, besides, thought girls weren't really your thing, Travis?"

"Of course girls are his 'thing', douche bag," Frankie calls from another room, "every guy is obliged to like girls, unless they're a fucked up little squirt like you,"

"Wow!" I say sarcastically, lifting my brow as Travis squirms in his skin, "never knew you could use words as big as 'obliged', Frankie, I'm proud of you for extending your basic vocabulary, well done."

Travis smirks at me, "still a sassy little bitch,"

"Mm-hm," I lick my lips, "you'd know that more than anyone, right?"

Before Travis can respond with one of his witty little comebacks, there's a light knock on the door. I turn around, twisting the handle and smiling as Scott stands on the other side.

"Ooooh," Frankie whines, "who's your new boyfriend, Mitchy?"

"Okay," I turn around, exasperated, "firstly, don't call me Mitchy, you lost that right a long time ago. Secondly, he isn't my boyfriend, and finally, you have spaghetti sauce on your chin. Sort yourself out."

Scott laughs loudly, placing his hand on my back and walking me out of the door.

"You got told, man."

Frankie's muffled response is drowned out as I close the door behind us.

"I'm guessing they're the room mates you were talking about,"

"Yeah," I sigh, "I hate living there,"

"I bet.."

We walk in silence for a few minutes, just taking in the calm surroundings and appreciating each other's company.

"So, where are we going?" I ask, smiling up at the tall blonde. I notice his necklace, a larger version of mine, and smirk, "hey, we match."

Scott looks down at his own necklace, then reaches out and holds mine in his hand, "we do," he smiles.

"And I thought we could go out for dinner then maybe to a club or something? I mean, I don't know if that's your thing I just thought-"

"Sounds great." I interrupt, taking my bottom lip between my teeth slightly.

He takes a deep breath, looking down at his feet as we walk down the street.

"You.. Uh," I break the silence, "I didn't think you'd actually turn up, just.. people tend to run away? When I tell people I'm gay they usually... I don't know, people just feel weird around me, I'm not used to guys sticking around.."