the book of fluff (that usually isn't)

chocolate hearts

hey hey do you guys have a favorite one-shot of mine

also this is late lol

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The morning was quiet and peaceful. Sunlight filtered in through the window, illuminating the room with the soft rays. The only sound was the gentle breathing of the two boys tangled in the sheets, their limbs intertwined. They were so close they looked like one being from afar.

Mitch woke first. He was the smaller of the two, with sparkling brown eyes and soft brown hair. He was the one lying mostly on top of the other, his arms wrapped loosely around him and his face nuzzled in his neck. The other's name was Scott, and he was larger, with deep blue eyes and thick blond hair. Scott's arms were tightly around Mitch's waist, his nose pressed against his temple. Mitch smiled sleepily when he took in their position, looking shyly up at the other boy. He was glad it was a Saturday — that meant he could be with Scott for two whole days before they had to go back to school on Monday. Mitch was in his freshman year of high school while Scott was a sophomore, so they didn't get to see each other much during the day.

Mitch liked Scott a lot. He was the reason Mitch had discovered his sexuality, as Mitch had developed a huge crush on him and thus began questioning his heterosexual tendencies. The crush definitely still existed — Mitch was hoping Scott couldn't feel his heart threatening to beat out of his chest, and he had to suppress the urge to kiss him every once in a while. Valentine's Day was coming up, and Mitch wanted to ask Scott out, even though he knew he would probably embarrass himself in front of the whole school. He would probably chicken out, if he was being honest.

Mitch had managed to get Scott to hold him the night before, after they had done their homework and fallen asleep watching Spongebob. For him, that was enough. For now.

Scott stirred a few moments later, and soon the sleepy blue eyes that Mitch loved so much opened and revealed themselves to the world. Mitch quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. He heard Scott yawn and the arms around him left as he stretched, and Mitch's heart fell at the loss of contact. Scott gently moved Mitch off of him and stood, stretching again for a moment before he padded into the bathroom.

Mitch finally opened his eyes as he heard the rush of water, sitting up. He hoped to get a glimpse of Scott before he got into the shower. As creepy as it sounded, he was dying to know what Scott looked like beneath his clothing — you get tired of imagining it after a while. However, unfortunately for him, he had no such luck.

Mitch waited patiently for him to return, busying himself by imagining his and Scott's wedding in his head. It wasn't creepy.

When Scott entered the bedroom again, he had only a towel around his waist, and his hair was disheveled. Both him and Mitch froze, a blush steadily creeping onto their cheeks. It took everything Mitch had not to let his eyes rake over Scott's body and he forced himself to politely decline his eyes as Scott got dressed. "Good morning," Scott said once he was fully clothed, offering a smile at Mitch. Mitch smiled back and waved a bit, standing himself. "Hi, Scotty. How'd you sleep?" Scott grinned and pulled Mitch into his arms, hugging him gently. "I slept well, thank you. You?" he asked softly. "I slept wonderfully. You're very comfortable," Mitch answered with a slight blush, hugging Scott back. Scott smiled and nuzzled his face in Mitch's neck, taking in his scent.

Mitch spent the majority of the weekend arguing with himself on whether or not he should ask Scott out that Tuesday. He knew asking his crush out on Valentine's Day was cliché, but some part of him wanted to. He could only hope Scott would say yes.

When Monday rolled around, Mitch was a nervous mess. His friend Kirstie tried her best to comfort him, and the gesture was nice, even if it didn't work.

On Tuesday, Mitch could hear his heart beating loudly in his ears, and his palms were sweaty with nerves. He brought the flowers and the chocolate he was going to give to Scott in a bag so the other boy couldn't see and knew he had to do it now or never, as the only time the pair could see each other was in the morning before the classes started. Mitch's hands were trembling as he fumbled with the bag at his locker, carefully removing the bouquet of roses and the heart-shaped box of chocolates and stuffing the bag in his locker. People began to get curious, wondering who Mitch was going to ask out. The brunet tried to ignore the stares as he entered the area where the sophomores' lockers were, holding his items tighter.

Scott turned and smiled at Mitch as he neared him. "Hey, Mitchy! What are you doing here? You didn't tell me you were going to ask anyone out." Mitch blushed deeply, his heart pounding in his chest. "N-No, th-these are for you," he said shyly, handing them over. Scott blushed slightly himself and took them. "Thank you. But, um, why?" Mitch hesitated, wrapping his arms around himself. "I... I've had a big crush on you for quite some t-time and I... I wanted to ask if you'd be my valentine." His voice got steadily higher and more tremulous, terrified for his response. Scott smiled shyly and pulled Mitch into a hug as best he could with his full arms. "Of course I'll be your valentine, Mitchy. And I like you too." He whispered the last part, blushing more.

It felt as though a huge weight had been lifted off of Mitch's shoulders. He hadn't totally ruined his and Scott's friendship. He hadn't lost his best friend. Scott liked him back. Mitch couldn't wipe the smile off his lips, hugging Scott back.

They stood like that for a while, blushing at the watching crowd's big 'awwwww'. When Mitch eventually forced himself to pull away, he self-consciously fixed his hair and peered shyly up at Scott. "Will you go on a date with me tonight?" he asked nervously, playing with his sleeves. Scott grinned and nodded. "Yes. Now help me stuff this stuff in my locker."