Scömìche One Shots (*PG-R*)

Wrong Buttons

TW: bullying and homophobic slurs

"Sir? Sir! Hey, is everything alright over here?"

Scott took a second to realize the girl was talking to him. He quickly scanned his surroundings and noted that everything was absolutely normal. Well...maybe other than how excruciatingly messy he was being. He'd heard an ice cream truck pass by the party they were at a while ago and chased it until it stopped for him, returning with two cones. He'd offered one to Mitch but he declined so he ended up keeping both of them, and they were now sitting on a park bench witching their friends zoom through the slip and slide and toss frisbees as he tried to finish. By the time he'd gotten to this second cone, there was creamy white liquid running down his hand and he was a big, sticky mess. California heat did not mix well with frozen desserts.

"I told you to just give that one to someone else," Mitch had groaned as he watched Scott poke out his tongue and take a long lick from his wrist to his knuckles.

"Fuck that, Mitchie. It's summer and I deserve these calories. It's so worth it."

But it really wasn't. He'd gotten sick of the sugary vanilla taste minutes ago but was too stubborn to admit that he'd made a mistake by trying to eat both huge cones of soft serve, so now they were just relaxing and talking as he licked at the melting mess of concentrated sugar as it spilled all over his right hand. Until this woman interrupted them, of course, and now she was looking down at him expectantly and awaiting an answer.

"Um...yes, we're great." He answered with a smile. He didn't recognize her and was a bit thrown off by her worried expression. He watched as she nervously bit her lip and tucked a blond piece of hair behind her ear before looking around the park and motioning with her hand. Scott followed her eyes and realized she was waving someone over- another girl, a brunette who looked around the same age as her. "Who...is everything alright?"

"I'm not sure...me and my friend just wanted to check up on you. We thought you were being, um...harassed. Or like, targeted."

Scott's expression softened and even Mitch looked up from his phone, a little concerned. "I'm being...oh. Um, okay. Where? By who?" He was beginning to get antsy, thinking maybe someone was watching him or something. It might just be a fan who wanted a picture or autograph, but the way this girl was warning him was bothering him. She said he was being targeted. He'd never really been in this position before and definitely didn't expect it during a Fourth of July party with a huge group of his friends. He looked over at the big gathering to make sure everyone was okay before turning back to the woman. "Excuse me, who's...um, targeting me? I'm getting nervous."

She just tilted her head quickly and widened her eyes and Scott followed her gaze to Mitch, who was looking right back up at her. Scott saw a flash in her eyes but he just stared at her, bewildered. "What? What's going on?" The girl she had waved over joined them and Scott still didn't understand anything, and he was beginning to get frustrated. "Can someone just tell me what's going on? Who's 'targeting' me?!"

"Him" she groaned, nodding her head towards Mitch again. "We saw him come sit down next to you with a drink and try to make conversation, we wanted to make sure you were safe."

"Oh!" Soft chuckled, relief flooding his body. "Yeah, yeah...I'm fine. You had me so worried there for a second. Thanks for the concern, though." He smiled up and quickly waved at them, a little surprised when they didn't walk off.

"No, I don't think you get it..." the brunette finally piped up, takin over for her nervous blonde friend. "He might be trying to harass you. I mean, he's obviously gay but he's been watching you eat that for a while, too. He's been staring at you licking your hand and like...he's practically on you right now."

Scott frowned. There was quite a sizable gap between them on the bench-at least, by their standards- and Mitch had been playing on his phone the whole time, which Scott was sure of because even when he wanted Mitch to pay attention to him his eyes were glued to that screen. He was looking at Scott with a strange expression, clearly confused by the whole situation. "What? He...no, this must just be a weird misunderstanding. I promise you that I'm fine, you don't have to wor-"

"You don't understand, I'm pretty sure he's a predator...I mean, look at him!" She was whispering harshly as if that changed the fact that Mitch was right there and could hear every word they were saying.

Scott's saw Mitch shift uncomfortably in his seat from the corner of his eye and he glared up at the two girls. "Excuse me? That was incredibly rude. He's my best friend and he's not doing anything wrong, you have no right to come here and say stuff like that to us. Please leave us alone."

"He's your friend? What, did he force you to say that when he saw people coming? He didn't even join you until after you sat down!"

"Yeah, he was getting me a drink. See?" He held up his half-empty solo cup in his free hand and waved it around, growing frustrated. "I really don't have to explain myself to you, though. You obviously didn't come over to 'check on me,' you came here to talk shit about my friend. Just go, please."

"You're sitting with a fag in women's clothes who's watching you lick ice cream off your fingers like a pervert and you want us to go?" She looked down at him with an unjustly sympathetic look on her face. "Look, you can just come with us. It's okay. The second you're alone he's gonna have his hands in your pants and you'll be yelling for help. Shit, should we just call the cops? Look at how...how it's looking at us now." She nudged her friends arm and gestured to Mitch, who was looking up at them with his lips parted and hurt in his eyes. Scott scooted to close the gap between them and put his clean hand on the boys shoulder, pulling him closer.

"Can you...can you two just go?! Did you just call him a...what the fuck? If anyone's harassing us it's you, and I'm asking nicely one more time for you guys to leave us alone."

The brown haired girl rolled her eyes, her voice growing louder. "That's what he wants. He's gonna get you alone and try to grope-"

"LISTEN." Scott stood up and the girl finally shut her mouth, tilting her head back to look up at him. "You have no right to project your stupid prejudices onto my friend just because of what he's wearing or...or whatever. Since you won't just fuck off like I nicely requested multiple times, we'll get out of here for you. Alright? Come on, Mitch."

Mitch stood up and reached for his forearm, stepping around the girls and whimpering when one of them pulled at his long cardigan. "Look! He's already touching you! He's already grabbing your arms, and if you know what's best for you you'd get away from...from it. You don't-"

Scott roughly tugged the bottom of Mitch's cardigan out of her grasp, throughly frustrated and just annoyed at the way the two girls were treating Mitch. Without thinking, he an arm around Mitch and turned his body to face him, tilting his head down to kiss him right on the lips. He admittedly kissed him for longer than necessary, pulling away from the very surprised, flustered boy only when he felt heat radiating from his face into his own cheeks. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and pecked a blushing Mitch's forehead just to rub it in their faces before turning back towards them. He pulled his phone out of his back pocket and snapped a picture of the two girls, who were looking at them with mixed expressions on their faces.

"How do your homophobic asses feel about that, huh? And don't worry about the picture I just took, I'm only gonna turn it into the cops and report you two for verbally harassing us completely unprovoked. If I feel generous, I'll leave out the fact that you pulled at his clothes and physically harassed him, too. Y'all have a good day, we're leaving." He reached for Mitch's hand and pulled him along, walking towards their group. He slowed his pace a little when he saw that Justin and Chris were making their way towards them with worried expressions.

"Wait! Wait..."