Okay this chapter is hella heartbreaking. Hella long. But before that. It's voting time. I'm giving y'all four book ideas to vote for. The voting is for the next book I'll be doing.
Little side note, all my books and book ideas are protected by Wattpad and any account that copy's my ideas will be taken down.
I'm only putting the description so that none of my book covers are copied.
1.
Attached By The Wrist
He's too perfect, he's too nice, he's too handsome. He can't be mine, my jewel must've messed up somehow. No one that amazing can love someone like me. Not that I'm not amazing, because I am.... but he's too amazing, too good... too good for me.
But our jewels are aligned and he's my soulmate.
And his icy eyes keep telling me it'll be okay and that he loves me and I keep listening.
2.
The 'Peasant' and The Prince
"Yes, well, you're just a peasant boy. And we are royalty. And peasants kneel before royalty."
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Mitch is the millers son, a peasant boy. He delivers flour, eggs, and milk to the palace every Friday. He simply goes in and goes out, eyes downcast and not daring to step were he shouldn't.
Scott is the kings son, a royalty. He says what pleases him, takes what he longs for, and and touches what draws him in.
And Scott wasn't about to just let a peasant boy get off with spilling flower all over his dining hall.
3.
You are homesick
You are homesick together but together you are always at home.
But its hard to be homesick together or at home together when you're miles away from me, serving in a war, fighting for other lives while still trying to keep your own.
4.
Labeled By Failure
Everyone has a label, too bad people like to label you by your failure.
And it sticks with you. Forever.
Even when you're not that person anymore.
Even when you've pushed the only person who loved you out of your life.
Isn't that right? Scott the alcoholic.
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Alright, y'all can go ahead and vote. They're all Scomiche AU, obviously.
Love y'all and hope you enjoy this chappy!!!!
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Wednesday:
"What do you want for lunch, babygirl?" Scott asked, setting a hand on Mitch's thigh, the other holding his phone, scrolling through Twitter.
Mitch shrugged and sank down a little into the couch, "Its whatever."
Scott looked up at Mitch, brows furrowed, "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah." Mitch whispered.
"You don't have to lie to me. I'm your future husband, remember?" Scott said, jokingly.
Mitch smiled a little, not really in the mood, "I know. I'm sorry. Just... the hospital called again-"
"Honey.. why didn't you tell me."
"It was this morning, you were still asleep and I had gone out to get us coffee. Didn't want to worry you."
"Oh baby, I'd love for you to worry me. I'd worry anyway. Even if you didn't tell me. You know I read you well."
"Yeah, I know," Mitch sighed, sitting up straighter, "but I don't want to worry about it, I wanna have a good time with you. I just want this.. my mom being in the hospital.. to pass."
Scott started rubbing circles in Mitch's thigh, "It's because you're worried, baby. Are you sure you don't want to see her."
Mitch shook his head, licking his lips, "I don't know," he whispered, "I don't know. One side of me is telling me to run to that hospital and the other side is telling me that she doesn't deserve it. That she doesn't deserve to see me."
"That's because she doesn't deserve to see you, she doesn't deserve to see how beautiful and strong you are. But that doesn't mean that you shouldn't see her, she's your mom."
Mitch shook his head, "I've told you before... she's not my mom. Simply just the person who birthed me."
"She misses you."
"I don't care."
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"Are you ready, princess?" Scott asked.
Mitch nodded and followed Scott out of the door and walked down the driveway, getting into Scott's black G-Wagon.
Scott started the car and pulled off, "You want Logan's, right baby?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, they have that really good mousse chocolate cake."
"Well who said I was buying you dessert?"
Mitch rolled his eyes, "Shut up."
Scott gasped, "You're suppose to ask for dessert, Mitchell."
"Yeah.. not that kinda dessert though."
Scott shifted in his set and cleared his throat, "Don't turn this into something sexual."
"Why? It's fun to annoy you. Plus, you kinda smell like sex so.." Mitch shrugged.
Scott's eyes widened and he took a hand off the steering wheel to lift his shirt to his nose and take a sniff.
Mitch laughed, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. It's just fun to mess with you."
"I'm mad at you."
"Well I'll just suck you're dick to make it better."
"Excuse me, I am not that kind of man."
Mitch rolled his eyes, "Oh shut the fuck up. You woke up salty as fuck this morning until I sucked your dick."
"Hey! I was not happy because you sucked my dick, I was happy because I have a beautiful boyfriend, who loves me enough to know that when I'm angry in the morning it's because I'm horny."
"Oh what-ever, fuck you, I'm trying to make a point and you're ruining it."
Scott laughed at him and stopped the car in a parking spot.
Mitch looked up to see that they weren't at Logan's, but parked in front of a hospital.
Not any hospital.
That's be too easy, right.
They were parked in front of the hospital Mitch's mom was saying in.
Mitch looked at Scott with a hard look on his face, "Take me home. Now."
Scott put the car in park, "Nope. You're getting out and you're talking to your mom."
"No. I'm not."
"Go inside."
"No, Scott."
"Mitch, go. Inside."
"Absolutely not."
"Mitch, honey.. you know I love you but I can't sit here and tell you that it's okay to ignore the fact that your moms in the hospital. She made a mistake. She threw you out. She fucking regrets it. She wants to see you. She misses you." Scott said.
"I don't fucking care, Scott. I'm not going in. That's final."
"No. You are going in. That's what's final."
"This isn't your place, Scott. This is my decision. Not yours. Take me home."
"You're my future wife. I'm marrying you. I'm going to fucking marry you. Because I love you. Which means, one day, she'll be my mother in law. And I'm not gonna let you sit here. Just fucking sit here and not go see your hurt mother. Get inside."
Mitch's eyes filled with tears, and he shook his head, "No, Scott. Take me home." He whispered.
"She's expecting you. If you don't go in. I'm getting out of this car, pulling you out with me, and carrying you in. Or, you can get out, take my hand, let me give you a comforting kiss, and let me walk in with you and be by your side the whole time. Make your decision."
"I can't. Scott. I can't talk about her without my heart breaking. I can't see a picture of her pop up on my time hop without throwing my phone across the room and breaking into tears. I can't see her. I can't touch her. I can't break down in front of her and let her know how much she's hurting me. I can't. I can't do that."
Scott sighed and moved closer to Mitch, putting a hand on Mitch's cheek and wiping a tear that fell, "I love you, babygirl. I've loved you for three years. I'll always love you. But your mom. Your mom loved you since the day you were born, since the day she found out she was pregnant with you. Your mom loved you when you told her you were gay. Your mom was there for you, and she loved you through all of it. And I will never. Ever. Stop loving you, and neither will she. Even if you don't go in there today, she'll still love you and she'll still miss you and she'll still regret what happened everyday until she dies. Your mom loves you. And you love your mom. And you need to go in there and see her. And I'm not trying to be an ass. I'm not. I hate seeing you like this. I hate forcing you to do this because I don't like watching the love of my life's heart break right in front of me. But I love you. And when someone loves another, they don't let them do things they'll regret."
Mitch let out a little sob, his eyes locked with Scott's and his shoulders shaking a little.
"So, now that I've said that. Are you going in?"
Mitch let out another sob, nodding pathetically and laying his head on Scott's shoulder.
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