"Aha, caught you now." Mitch said jokingly, placing his hand on Scott's lower back before walking up beside him. "Can't sleep again, Scottie?" He asked, in a more serious tone.
It was about 6 in the morning, and it's been about a week since Scott's gotten a full nights sleep.
"No, I don't know what's been going on." He shrugged. "I slept two hours. Been up since three."
"Aw, sorry, Scott. Try taking some of that Z-quil stuff, I heard it works."
"Maybe it will. I've just had a lot on my mind lately..." Scott trailed off.
"Wanna go grab some breakfast?"
"Sure, iHop okay?" Scott asked.
A short amount of time later, they were sitting in a booth, the restaurant mostly empty because it was so early in the morning.
Mitch ordered eggs and sausage, and Scott ordered French toast.
Scott couldn't help but notice Mitch's dimples while he laughed during their conversation, he thought they were awful cute.
"Scott?"
"I'm sorry, what?" Scott asked, embarrassed.
"Beyonce should run for president." Mitch smiled.
"Hell yeah."
~
That night again, he got some sleep, but not enough. About an hour.
"I've never had insomnia or anything before, I don't understand." He buried his face in his hands. "And it's like I'm so tired. But nothing." He shook his head.
"I'm sorry, Scottie." Mitch rubbed his back. "It must be hard, babe."
Scott put his hands down and nodded, the two of them were sitting on the edge of Mitch's bed, just talking.
"Let's go on a walk, okay?" Mitch asked.
Scott nodded.
It was raining lightly outside, but they didn't mind.
Scott couldn't help but notice Mitch's expressions were-different. More cautious. He seemed like he had something on his mind.
"Mitchie, got something on your mind?" He asked, knowing Mitch would probably say no.
Mitch shook his head, continuing to walk.
They bought some ice cream, and the rain started to get heavier.
"Fucking shit," Scott said.
"No, it's nice." Mitch said, embracing it.
"Mitch, come on-"
Scott was interrupted by a pair of lips meeting his own. He wrapped his arms around Mitch's waist, kissing back almost immediately. It was an indescribable feeling that he'd been craving for god knows how long, and he finally had it.
When they pulled back, they looked at each other for a moment before Mitch spoke.
"You always said you wanted to be kissed in the rain."
Scott laughed and held Mitch's hand in his as they walked back to the apartment.
"Mitch, do you want to be a thing?"
"Like a couple?"
"Uh, yeah." Scott ran a hand through his hair. "I mean, I felt sparks, but if you didn't-"
"No, I'd love to."
Scott smiled the widest he'd smiled in days, kissing Mitch quickly.
"I guess I thought ihop wasn't the most romantic place to tell you about my feelings for you." Mitch smirked.
"What?"
"Scott, you already fucking know Beyoncé should run for president. Why would I be reminding you?"
That not, Scott had the most satisfying sleep he'd had in over a week.
lol what was that
