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7

"Told me what?"

"I'm not actually with Kirstie, Mitch."

I did a double take. That's not what he told every news source ever last month. Or what he told me a couple of weeks ago.

Sighing, Scott perched on the edge of my sofa. I remained standing.

"Esther thought it would help promote us both, and Avi just agreed to it, like always. We had to fake date, and neither of us were thrilled, but we did it," he spoke to the floor, not looking at me at all. "We didn't think we were that convincing, but everyone seemed to buy it. Including you. Sorry," Scott met my eye.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Um... Well... I assumed you'd want to know..." He fumbled over his words, watching his hands nervously.

I nodded.

"Ok,"

"What?" He looked at me, surprise written on his face.

"Thank you for telling me. I still don't totally understand, but that's ok,"

I wanted him to leave. Was our friendship a publicity stunt too? Was the kiss? I was more confused than before.

Scott took a deep breath. "Mitch, I had to tell you this because I don't want to pretend anymore. I don't want to date Kirstin. Or any of the other girls I know," Scott paused for a moment, looking me in the eyes. "I'm gay."

That... made a lot of sense.

"Ok?" I still didn't want to jump to any conclusions, or put words into his mouth.

"Ugh, this is so much harder than I imagined," Scott muttered quietly, so I barely caught his words. I stayed silent, giving him time to say whatever he wanted to.

"I had to tell you all of this because I like you, Mitch. Thats why I kissed you at the party and I'm sorry for denying that I like you yesterday because I do," he paused to gauge my reaction for a second before continuing. "I feel terrible about it and Kirstie told me that I should come and talk to you, so here I am."

I looked at Scott in awe. He liked me? Was this a joke? I'd spent the last few weeks flirting back and forth with him, but him actually saying he liked me was a shock.

Scott watched me carefully as my mind raced.

"I'm sorry, we can just be friends. We don't even have to be friends. I've made things weird, I'll leave..." He got up to open the door, shoulders slumped slightly, but I reached out and grabbed his hand. He stopped, looking at me.

"After all that you want to be just friends? That's the most ridiculous thing you've said."

And with that, still holding his hand, I took a step forwards and kissed him. It was soft and sweet and perfect. Even more perfect than the first kiss. No interruptions. Just us. His lips on mine.

After a minute, Scott broke away, still standing close to me.

"Oh my gosh," He smiled goofily, resting his forehead against mine as I looked into his calm blue eyes. I could easily have stayed like that forever.

"Am I dreaming?" I asked. I had been so hurt and annoyed earlier, but any remaining traces of that were gone.

"I hope not,"

I could feel Scott's breath as he spoke. I reached up to gingerly touch his cheek as he smiled.

"Mitch,"

My eyes darted back to being locked with his.

"Will you be my boyfriend? I mean, we might have to keep it quiet for a bit, but..."

I honestly did not care at all. I was happy to be Scott's secret boyfriend any day.

I pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

"Of course, Scott!"

His face lit up like a child's. He wrapped the hand I wasn't holding around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest.

We stood like that for a minute, just watching each other, but eventually Scott released me. I let out a small giggle.

"Are you ok?" Scott asked.

"I'm fine! This is definitely not how I expected the day to go, but it's a thousand times better," My happiness was evident in my voice.

He gave a sweet smile as he spoke.

"I'm glad you think so."

"Can you stay for a bit?"

"Of course. Kirstie's covering for me, and no one argues with her."

I laughed.

Scott flopped back down on the sofa, and I curled into his side. I put on a trashy film, but I was focusing more on enjoying the fact that I had Scott this close to me. My boyfriend, Scott. It would take a while to get used to.

"I was so scared you were going to just kick me out," Scott confessed after a few minutes.

"I thought about it," I kissed his cheek again, "But then I decided you were too cute for me to let you get away, even if you have been confusing as anything."

Scott smiled, leaning down slightly to press a kiss to my lips.

"I'm sorry. Is everything all cleared up now?"

I nodded.

"Its weird, but I get it. I just wish things had been clearer from the start,"

"Me too."

Scott rested his head on top of mine (which cannot have been comfortable for him considering our height difference) and turned his attention back to the film. I shot a quick message to Kirstie.

M: Thanks x

K: no prob!
K: i guess everythings all good now?

M: It's all perfect

K: dont go getting all sappy on me

M: Sorry!
M: Ur still my fave

Scott glanced over at my messages and gave a chuckle.

"I thought I was your favourite?" He batted his eyelashes at me.

I hit his arm gently.

"Of course you are silly, I just don't want to get on Kirstie's bad side."

"I knew someone who got on Kirstie's bad side once. I haven't seen her since,"

"Are you trying to scare me away already?" I laughed.

"Never." Scott told me, his expression serious.

We kissed again, and everything felt right in the world.