Scömìche One Shots (*PG-R*)

The Deal

Mitch ignored yet another text from Kirstie begging him to come upstairs, not even bothering to turn off the notification before gluing his eyes back to his laptop screen. He shook his head and rewinded the version of the song he was listening to all the way to the beginning, having gotten distracted by his vibrating phone. Kirstie had texted him multiple times in the past ten minutes asking him to come up to the bunks and Mitch couldn't have been more annoyed. Kirstie knew Mitch was busy going through arrangements for the next album and got more and more frustrated every time his phone buzzed with a new text from her.

He'd barely gotten through the same version of the song that she'd just interrupted when his phone vibrated yet again, this time with a phone call instead of a text message. He clenched his jaw in annoyance and declined the call, pushing himself out of his seat and trudging towards the tiny flight of stairs that lead to the upper level of the tour bus.

He walked all the way to the space that the bunks were in on the upper level of the bus and furrowed his brow, confused by the silence. He walked up to Kirstie's bunk and yanked the curtain, a little bit surprised when he was faced with a broad, masculine back instead of Kirstie's petite figure. Kirstie's head poked above it on her pillow, her chin resting on the soft blond hair of the boy who was cuddled up to her. It took Mitch a moment to remember that Scott had come upstairs about an hour ago for a nap and he assumed Kirstie had joined him to cuddle or something.

Kirstie propped herself up on an elbow and glared at Mitch, her voice saturated with frustration. "Well it's about fucking time you got here. What took y-"

"Shhhh!" He panicked at the sharpness of her voice, hoping it handy disturbed Scott. "He's sleeping!"

"No he's not, Mitch."

Mitch looked at her incredulously until his eyes trailed down a little. There was a large dark spot on the chest of her tshirt where Scott's face would have been while they were cuddling. It only took seconds for him to understand what was happening, and once he did his heart dropped to his stomach.

He immediately crawled into her bunk bed, laying on his side to face the two of them. It was a tight squeeze since the bunk was so tiny but he managed to wiggle in, resting his head on the pillow across from Kirstie's with Scott's head between their chests. Mitch pulled the curtain closed behind him before trailing a hand down to Scott's shoulder to rub his arm. All worries about arranging flew out the window when he heard a small, muffled whimper come from Scott's throat.

"Oh, no. Oh honey, I'm so sorry. Come here, sweetheart."

Scott immediately turned over to face him instead of Kirstie, burying his face in Mitch's chest and starting to cry all over again. He wrapped his arm around Mitch's waist and pulled himself as close as possible. Mitch closed his eyes, his heart breaking for the poor boy when he felt tears soak through the collar of his tshirt. Scott cried harder and harder and within a minute he was sobbing into Mitch's chest, the two boys holding onto each other while Kirstie frowned at him.

"What...why won't he stop? I just made him stop crying after, like, fifteen minutes. The second he sees you he starts bawling all over again? And I was so close to making him tell me what's wrong, too."

Mitch frowned at her, bringing a hand up to Scott's head and rubbing his fingertips lightly against his scalp. "You... what? What is wrong with you? Be nice, don't you see how upset he is?" Scott was still sobbing and Mitch waited for him to take a breath before he whispered to Kirstie again. "Kirst, I would have stayed down there if you'd just kept texting me to come up for no reason. Why didn't you tell me what was happening?"