Scomiche - Secret Diary of a Fangirl

Intro

Hola.

Ok, no.

I mean, hi. Konnichiwa... hello and what not. I haven't the slightest idea how to begin so let's just jump right on in shall we? My name is Mitchell, but literally no one ever calls me that except my parents or my physician. Everyone just calls me Mitch...

"Mitchy!" 

Or Mitchy, or Misha or whatever name he feels like calling me at any given time. Speaking of him, he's going to get really whiny in a couple of seconds. Wait for it... ...

"Mittttchhhyyyyyyyyy. I need youuuuu" 

Told ya. Anyway, he can wait for another minute or so. I'm sure it's not important anyway.

Wait. I'm getting completely ahead of myself aren't I.

This might go a little easier if I told you more about him. Calm yourself, you'll hear more about me later. Besides, he is WAY more interesting than I could ever be.

He is Scott, an international mega superstar. He sings, he acts, he models, he... well, he tries to dance so I guess it counts. He's a household name and anyone who says they don't know that name is either lying or an alien. Hell, I bet even aliens are fans.

It doesn't hurt that he's also GORGEOUS. He's got all the right B's in all the right places. Blonde, blue eyes, broad, built, BIG ... and a perfectly biteable bubble butt. Just stating the facts. He's like everyone's wet dream poster boy and wow does he know it (and exploit it).

"Mitchyyyyyyy where are youuuuuuu!? I'm incomplete without you."

He's also a drama queen, but hey nobody's perfect.

I guess I should also mention the reason that he even matters. He's my boss. I'm his personal assistant (among other things) which I have to say has some really amazing perks. There's awesome parties, incredible couture, constant traveling and the money is nothing to sneeze at. Still, I'd have to say the best part of my job is getting to know Scott. He's just as nice, and sweet...and funny as you'd imagine him to be (at least he is now, but more on that later) and did I mention that he's gorgeous. Like GORGEOUS with all the shouty caps and a chorus line of firework emojis kinda gorgeous. I consider the eye candy a major perk.

Just don't tell him I said that.

"MiiiitCH!!! I MISS YOUUUUUUUUU"

He's also slightly impatient and more than slightly needy.

"Keep your pants on, I'm trying to find the room service menu."

"I want champagne!"

"You have a flight impossibly early in the morning are you sure that's wise?" Aha! Found it. Who hides the room service menu? That's like my first stop.

"Champagne is always the right choice."

Of course, when I turn around he's standing between his bedroom and the living room I've been tearing apart to find our dinner menu. The massive suite that is serving as tonights home away from home is a bit ostentatious for my liking, but the French decor suits him and he looks like a damn king standing there filling the doorway in black and gold Givenchy. It's really, really not fair.

"I said wise not right." It's always hard to pull my eyes away from him, but this time I manage... barely. I don't know why I even bother. He knows how to manipulate me to get what he wants (which I'm sure will be demonstrated on countless occasions.) Still, the label would kill me if I let him get smashed before an airport run again. Yep.. I said again. He may be Scott 'everyone knows my name, bow down bitches' Hoying, but if he misses another flight it wouldn't be him who would be punished... it would be me. I love my job enough to know when to say no... usually.