Scömìche One Shots (*PG-R*)

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Kirstie fiddled with her phone, debating whether or not to send the text. She'd been laying here for a long, long time going back and forth in her head about it. It had been a hectic, stressful day for the whole band and now that it was finally over and she was in bed, she was having a hard time getting herself to relax. This was the exact reason why she thought Scott wouldn't mind, knowing he must be just as tense and antsy as she was, but she couldn't help feeling a little nervous. It's not like this was their first time doing this or that any of them considered it weird anymore, but she was still a little embarrassed to ask. She decided to just get over herself and tapped the send button, deciding that she would start casually and ease into asking if the conversation allowed for it.

K: Hi Scotty. What's up?

Easy. She rolled onto her stomach and waited for a response, a bit disheartened when two minutes passed and she didn't even get a read receipt. She got on her knees on the mattress and pressed her ear against the wall, trying to listen in on what was going on in his room, but it was completely silent. She frowned a little and tried to shake herself out of her disappointment, instead going to the bathroom to get ready for bed. She did her nightly routine of removing all of her makeup, toning, and moisturizing before slipping into a comfy tshirt and some shorts for bed. She made a stop by her luggage bag and pulled out a decent sized makeup bag just in case she decided she really couldn't get to sleep and wanted to use some of its contents before bed.

She got into bed and was surprised when a text notification flashed on her screen as she plugged her phone in to charge. She must have missed it while she was busy getting ready for bed. Her stomach flipped a little when she saw that it was from Scott and she quickly unlocked her phone to respond.

S: Sorry, dinner date w Mitchy :) Almost back. Want leftovers? They're good

K: Nope, already ate. Doing anything else tonight?"

S: Don't think so. Why?

This was always the hard part. How was she supposed to ask? She almost wished she'd texted Mitch instead of Scott. It was easier to ask him but it was always better when he didn't know. For her, anyway.

K: Nothing. Kinda stressed. Long day :/

S: I know :( Sorry. Wanna hang out w us? Uber said less than five mins, almost there.

K: No thanks, already in bed.

She waited for a response but it didn't look like there was one coming. She wasn't sure if he wasn't responding because they were making their way up or if he thought she was ending the conversation, but she tried to push herself one more time into asking. She bit her lip as she thought of something to say, hoping Scott would read it before they got up to their hotel room.

K: I can't fall asleep

S: Sorry :( Need anything?

S: Almost up. I can go out and get you something if u need it. CVS right across the road

She groaned out loud, frustrated. He was being so sweet. How was she supposed to turn this around? She heard their door click through the thin hotel wall and her eyes went wide. If she wanted anything to happen, she needed to act fast. They were shuffling around in the room and she heard a quiet squeak, meaning one of them had to just have sat down on the mattress.

K: Nothing from CVS

K: Too shy to ask

S: What's wrong? Can we come to ur room to check on u?

K: No, I'm fine. Just a little tense, u know?

Oh god, this was awkward. How did she ever do this before? She pushed herself a little harder, knowing this conversation wouldn't matter once they actually got started. Everything she'd said so far was pointless, she needed to say something that actually hinted at what she wanted.

K: Aren't you? From working all day?

S: Of course I am, we had the same day

S: Are u okay?

K: Yeah. Just a little frustrated

K: Maybe I just need to get rid of some of the stress so that I can relax a little

S: Aw, I bet you do. Good luck bby!

K: Maybe I want a little bit of help...

S: Sure! We're free the rest of the night

S: OHH. Wait

S: Okay

S: ;) got it

K: Only if you want to

S: Yeah! Ur right, it would help me too. You clever girl. Give me a sec

K: Is Mitch in bed? I heard the mattress squeak. I feel bad

S: Don't worry about M, I'll take care of him. Which room are u in?

YES. He was making this so easy for her! He must have already been in the mood, because he was responding quickly and barely even teasing her for being so needy. What had she even been worried about? She could have just asked him right away when she decided she wanted it and Scott would have been ready to help.

K: 315

S: Perfect. We're 314. Just give me a minute to handle M.

S: Our room's on the left side of urs! So easy

S: Be ready ;)