Jobless [Scomiche] (Homeless Sequel)

Chapter 2

Mitch's POV

It's been about a week since that horrible nightmare, but the thought of my old life hasn't left the back of my mind. I love Scott, I really do, but my mind just has these doubts. What if he gets tired of me and wants me to leave? Where am I gonna go? What if his heart fails again and he actually dies? What am I gonna do without him? Where will I go? How will I survive? How would I ever go on without him?...

"Hey Mitch! Where are you?" Scott yelled from across the house. I sat up on my bed and looked toward the door.

"I'm in my room!" I yelled back. Shortly I saw Scott at my door, in a tank top and some shorts. I smiled and adored how amazing he looked, as always.

"Hey, I just came in to tell you that I'm going to work tomorrow." Scott said, coming into the room and standing at the foot of my bed.

"Wait, you have a job?" I asked, confused. I had no idea he had a job! He never went out whenever we first met.

"Yeah! Whenever I found you and took you in, I called my work while you were showering and I took some leave for a few days to help you out. Then after that incident with my heart, I got even more time off. As much as I do want to stay here with you, I need to get back to work. I need to support us somehow!" Scott explained, sitting on my bed now.

"Oh, well why didn't you bring that up at some point?"

"Well, I was too worried about you! Trying to get you well fed and healthy. And when we went on our 'dates', I was too busy enjoying my time with you and listening to you about your life before the streets. Whenever I hung out with you it completely slipped my mind because all I wanted was to be with you." Scott scooted up closer to me and soon we were inches apart. I smiled and gave him a little peck on the lips. He pulled me in close and kissed me softly. After about a minute, our lips parted and we just looked at each other, smiling.

"So, what do you do for a job?" I asked softly, running my hand through his hair and resting it on the back of his neck.

"I'm a music producer. I work for a company that's always trying to find musical talent. It's a really great job, but it can get stressful at times." He said softly, smiling. I chuckled a little.

"Well then it's a good thing I'm here to take some of the stress away." I smiled. I kissed him again, but the back of my mind started with more "what-ifs" that really messed with me. What if he stresses too much his heart fails again? What if his heart is so fragile that stressing over his job and supporting the both of us gets to him? What if, what if, what if.... All of a sudden, an idea escaped my lips before I could even think about it fully.

"I need to get a job." I said thoughtfully. Scott looked at me, hesitated and smiled.

"What made you think that so suddenly?" He asked.

"Well, I don't want you to do all the work supporting the both of us, plus I need something to do while you're at your job, and I can't just sit here and do nothing. I need to get off the ground somehow! So starting tomorrow, I'm gonna start trying to find a job." I said, smiling proudly. 

Scott's POV

"I need to get a job." Mitch said suddenly. What? Why is he thinking about that now? I smiled.

"What made you think that so suddenly?" I asked, curious. He smiled.

Well, I don't want you to do all the work supporting the both of us, plus I need something to do while you're at your job, and I can't just sit here and do nothing. I need to get off the ground somehow! So starting tomorrow, I'm gonna start trying to find a job." Mitch explained, smiling. I was shocked that he said this, but I didn't show it. My mind is going crazy, maybe because of stress or something, I don't know. I mean, I'm proud of Mitch for wanting to start his life so quickly, but it makes me wonder about us. Like, whenever he finds a job and gets some money of his own and gets off the ground, why would he still need me? He wouldn't have to depend on me for food, shelter, or clothes, so would he just leave? I mean, I don't see why he wouldn't at that point.  I don't want him to leave. I want him to stay with me forever. I love him. 

I smiled and cupped his cheek with my hand. "Sounds good, Mitchie. Just don't rush into it, ok? Having a job isn't everything you know." I said, trying to maybe delay his thoughts about getting a job. He sat up, and I sat up with him.

"I know Scott, but I feel guilty for having you do all the work in supporting us and I still feel like I owe you for doing everything for me. I need to make up for it by helping you support us and get a job. It feels like the right thing to do right now." He said, looking deep into my eyes. I sighed and smiled.

"Mitch, you don't owe me anything. I love you, and you loving me and staying with me is enough to last me a lifetime." I said, leaning in. Mitch smiled and giggled softly.

"I would never leave you Scott. Ever." He said, leaning in and closing the gap between us. Our lips connected and we embraced, laying back down on the bed and kissing each other softly.

After a few minutes, I heard a door bell. We pulled apart and I sat up.

"Who would that be now??" I looked at the clock. "It's 10:00pm!"

"I'll go with you to see who it is." Mitch said as he sat up. We both walked through the house and to the living room. I reached for the doorknob, turned it, and opened the door. The face I saw shocked me.

"Hey there fellas!" The cheery voice said. I smiled wide.

"Holy crap, hey Kirstie!! Come on in!!" I said, standing aside. Kirstie came in, hugged Mitch, then hugged me.

"Girl, what are you doing here? We thought you went back to Texas!" Mitch said excitedly. 

"Well, I did, but I came back because I have some amazing news!" Kirstie said, smiling and heading toward the couch. I closed the door and joined her and Mitch on the couch.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Well," Kirstie smiled, unable to contain her excitement, "I'm moving here, to LA!!"