Don't Mess With Scott Hoying's Boyfriend

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Saturday:

Mitch woke up, first stretching his arms above his head before realizing that he didn't have strong arms wrapped around him.

He looked to the side where Scott is usually sleeping and got confused when he didn't see him there.

Mitch pushed himself off of the bed, immediately getting a head rush and flopping back down.

Mitch put a hand on his forehead, "Ow." He grunted.

Mitch's phone vibrated and he pushed himself up on his elbows, slowly so that he doesn't get another head rush.

He looked on top of the night standto see that his phone screen was lit up with a text message.

Mitch grabbed his phone, unplugging it from the charger and throwing the charging cord to the side before laying back down and pressing the home button, watching the screen light up again.

My Sweet Protective Boy💙: sorry I wasn't there to see you're beautiful face this morning, my parents came into town and wanted me to pick them up from the airport. Nichole should be coming home with your Starbucks any second and there is Advil and water beside your bed just in case you have a headache, I know you sometimes get those in the morning. The staff should be deep cleaning the house so make sure they don't tumble over you as they're rushing and if they do I'll make sure to beat their asses. Just kidding.. actually I'm not, I will. Michael should be making your breakfast and should almost be done with it. He's making pancakes, eggs, sausage, and bacon so I hope you're hungry. I love you my sweet babygirl, have a good morning and I'll see you around lunch time. ❤️

O. My. God. Mitch thought.

Mitch smiled like a maniac as he finished reading the text. Scott always made sure that Mitch was fully taken care of in the best way possible. And he always feels bad if he's not there when Mitch wakes up.

And god, what did Mitch do to deserve someone like that.

Apparently steal the boys heart away because Scott's a fucking sweetheart.

Mitch almost started crying as he typed back a message,

To: My Sweet Protective Boy 💙: o my god, baby, thank you. You're so sweet to do something like this for me. I really don't deserve you. I miss you so damn much and wish I got to see your perfect face this morning, but it can wait, I guess. I love you so god damn much, thanks again, baby boy❤️

Mitch got out of bed after he made sure the text was sent, he walked across the red wine colored carpet and opened the top drawer of the dresser, taking out one of Scott's hoodies. He then opened the next drawer down and took out his leggings with a stripe of mesh in the thigh part and below the knee.

He slipped on the clothes, obviously looking cute as hell, then took the Advil because he did have a bit of a headache.

He shoved his phone in the pocket of the hoodie and opened the door, shutting off the lights and closing the door behind himself.

He made his way down the hallway and into the main kitchen, where Nichole was sitting at the bar part of the counter, the Starbucks next to her.

Mitch smiled, "Hey hey." He said.

Nichole looked up from her phone and smiled, her red lipstick making her teeth look amazing, "Well hi, cutie. I have your Starbucks here if you want it." She said, pushing the Starbucks towards Mitch.

Mitch sat down next to Nichole and smiled, nodding his head, "Oh hell yes, I'll definitely take it. Thanks for picking it up."

"Of course, anything for the boy who makes Mr. Hoying as happy as he is."

Mitch giggled, smiling.

Michael walked out of the back kitchen and came around the corner to find the two sitting and talking.

"Hi!" Michael said.

Mitch looked at him, smiling, "Hello. Good morning."

"Gold morning to you too. Your food is ready if you are."

Mitch nodded his head, still smiling, "I'm always ready for food, bring it on out."

Michael nodded his head, walking back into the back kitchen to grab the food.