Scömìche One Shots

My Girlfriend's Brother

Scott POV

New message from: Mitch

Mitch: Where r u??
Me: On my way, my parents barely let me out tonight
Mitch: Well hurry up. Btw Kirstie's making cookies

New message from: Kirst❤️

Kirst❤️: Will u be here soon?
Me: The bus just stopped outside ur house

I look out the window of the bus and see Kirstie appear on the front porch two houses down from the bus stop. I take a deep breath to mentally prepare myself for what is going to happen tonight and get off the bus. She sees me and runs up to me, immediately wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug. We walk down the sidewalk to her house, her hand clasped to mine. She asks if we can watch Finding Nemo and I agree to it. About five minutes in, she cuddles into my side. Her mom passes through and gives me a pleasant nod.
   
"You remember my brother, right?" Kirstie asks, never taking her eyes away from the TV in front of us. Excitement sparks in my stomach, but I try to act casual.
   
"Yeah, Mitch, right?" She nods.
   
"Do you mind if I call him down? He loves this movie." The excitement gets stronger, but I reply simply, "Sure." She gives me a quick peck on the lips before going up the stairs to retrieve him. As soon as she's out of sight, I run my hands through my hair and try to make myself look even half presentable. She comes back less than a minute later with Mitch, who is clearly trying to hide his smile. My heart melts when I see him. He gives me an almost unnoticeable nod and I return it. Our eyes lock for a second and it takes everything I have not to break out grinning. Kirstie takes her place next to me and Mitch sits on her other side.

After what feels like forever, a timer in the kitchen rings. Kirstie stands up and says, "Be right back. Try to be friendly." The second she is in the kitchen, Mitch is next to me, his lips are on mine, my hand is in his hair.
   
"I've missed you." he whispers in my ear before kissing me again. His hands move to my chest. "When are you going to tell her?" He pulls back and slides down to the other end of the couch as Kirstie's footsteps come back toward us. He combs his finger through his hair to smooth it back down and she rolls her eyes at us.
   
"Have you two ever even had a full conversation?" she asks. I shrug and Mitch moves his gaze to the window. I catch his gaze in the glass's reflection and he bites his lip, raises his eyebrows, widens his eyes a little.
   
"Hey, Kirst, I'm gonna head back upstairs. Thanks, though." My heart sinks as Mitch's retreating footsteps go up the stairs, but as the timer in the kitchen rings again, I get an idea. Kirstie stands to go check the cookies, and I say, "I'll be right back. I'm gonna use the bathroom."
   
"Okay." She gives me a smile and goes into the kitchen again. I force myself to walk as I make my way up the staircase. Mitch is standing in the hallway, and he drags me by the hand into the bathroom. As soon as the door is closed, he kisses my neck.
   
"You need to tell her." he says, coming up for air.
   
"Why can't you tell her?" I whine quietly. He sets his head on my chest and I close my eyes, letting myself take in my surroundings: Mitch's smell, the heat of his body pressed against mine, the dim, burning-out lights of the bathroom.
   
"I'm not going to tell her that you're 100% gay and we've been doing this for more than half of the time you two have been going out." He wraps one arm around my waist and hangs a thumb in a belt loop of my jeans.
   
"But she's your sister."
   
"But she's your girlfriend." I sigh.
   
"I don't want her to hate me, though. She was my best friend before all of this started."
   
"It'll be worse for me. I live with her."

"Maybe you should have thought of that before you fell in love with me." I tease. He steps back and smacks me playfully. "Do you think we could make it to your bedroom without anyone noticing?" We do. He ends up hovering over me, straddling my hips. My shirt is in a small heap next to the floor, and there are now red marks trailing down my neck. There is a smirk covering his face. My eyes are closed and my breaths are heaving.

"Scott?" I hear Kirstie's voice call from the hallway.

"Oh, shit." I mutter. I try to get Mitch off of me and my shirt back on before she comes in and says, "Mitch, have you seen-" She stops, stares at me for a few seconds. I can't read the expression that comes over her face as she comes in and closes the door. Mitch stands guiltily by the foot of the bed. When Kirstie starts toward me, he tries to step in and say something, but she silences him by putting her hand up and continues toward me. When she is standing right in front of me, her face is deadpan as she says, "I always knew you were gay." Then a smile takes over her face. I blink a few times.

"What?"

"You heard me."

"I'm...confused."

"I knew you were gay the whole time. I kind of suspected you two, and honestly I'm happy for you guys. So, Scott, I hope you'll accept my cordial request to break up," she pauses and I nod, "and now you guys can become official. Have fun, but not too much fun." She walks out with a smile in our direction and shuts the door. I look over at Mitch, whose mouth is hanging open.

"What. Just. Happened?" I say, staring at the door.

"Not sure, but all I know now is," he runs at me and jumps. I catch him by his legs, which are now wrapped around my waist. I fall back on to the bed. "We're free."