scooch mccoy.

“the curse of-” he didn’t finish his sentence, lips parting slightly as he looked at the other in shock. the moment he felt the other’s hand, he winced before quickly shaking his head “no, no, no. i can’t lose my hair, i can’t die” his hand runs through his brown locks nervously as he gulps. the thought was very much true in his mind, after all he was starting to feel dizzy after the curse. scott’s brows furrowed at the other’s words, both in confusion and surprise. the other couldn’t be possibly suggesting THAT, could he?? at a loss for words, he took a step forward, closing the space between them. without thinking of the implications of his actions and throwing off the word LOVE off of his mind, his hands reached for the other’s face, cupping them softly before he pressed his lips against scooch’s. scott’s eyes closed immediately, cursing and praising himself mentally at the same time. the thought of the last time they had kissed had been circling his head for DAYS and he’d be damned if he even thought about not liking it, because he did, like hell he did. perhaps, he did it for the cure for the curse o perhaps, he did it for the thrill he wanted to feel again.

     there was something to be said about the pure BRAVERY of andrea scott livingston. there was also something to be said about his STUPIDITY. only a courageous idiot would heed scooch’s advice with such vigor -- god, and use HIM as the solution, too. after ruining scooch’s life in new york and making this one a living hell too, scott somehow had the balls to press his evil little lips against the blond’s. 

     and, well ----------- -- bravery’s kinda hot.

     it took about 0.2 seconds for scooch to get on board the SMOOCHIN TRAIN, his hands flying up to let long fingers thread into silky brown locks, soft lips slotting against the younger boy’s perfectly after a surprised inhale. it was slow but eager, like scott really thought his life was on the line and the only solution was to kiss scooch silly. the elder would’ve laughed, but the sincerity was charming. in a way. the kiss, the boy, it was all ---- it was easy. this was easy. except ---

hazel eyes follow the male’s action, heart racing as he watched him waiting for an answer. scott hadn’t expected the other to even give him the time of day, much less help him. the amusement of the situation made him awkwardly shove his hands inside his front pockets, a habit he had acquired from trying to not fidget with his hands while nervous. his eyes scanned the other, settling on his eyes before quickly looking away. “i promise” he chuckled, before frowning when he realized how much of an asshole he sounded like “sorry”

a chill run downs his spine, as he sucks on his bottom lip unknowingly at the touch of the other. his eyes close for a second, he didn’t want to be caught staring. not now, not here. the thought of looking desperate or foolish, even, worried him. when did he start finding himself so nervous around the other? why did he care about what he thought about him?  a sigh escaped his lips at the words, eyes widening as he took a step closer to the other “but there’s a cure, right?? please, tell me there’s a cure. i’m feeling sick already” he licked his bottom lip, shaking his head slightly. “i don’t remember. she muttered something about the spirits and me being dumb and an asshole. is that how it goes??”

     watching scott fidget so restlessly, unable to even look scooch in the eye, it pulled at some weird, fucked up heartstring in the elder. regardless of how big of a cockface scott could be, he was very much human, and very much begging on his proverbial knees for scooch’s help. and, actually that’d be kind of hilarious to watch -- no. no no no, not imagining that. he had to keep himself from rolling his eyes, instead forcing his facial features into something akin to grim seriousness. 

hazel eyes travel to the floor and SET there, scott fidgets with his fingers, eyes staring at a blank point as he refuses to look at the older male. after the KISS, his attempts to avoid the male were succesful. community service was bearable, picking the weeds quickly and then leaving before the other came out was a good plan for as far as he was concerned, but opening his big mouth to insult alice was a mistake. shoving his hands inside his front pockets to avoid fidgeting, he looked up at the other as he bit down on his bottom lip nervously. scooch wouldn’t possible leave him with a curse, would he? he could be drastic sometimes and he did kiss him, but that wasn’t all that bad. after all, the other kissed back. “please??” he unconsciously bats his eyelashes at the other before balancing his weight on his feet back and forth. fidgeting was annoying, a pet peeve of his was to call it out when others were doing it, but for once he understood what being NERVOUS felt like. he clears his throat, stopping on his tracks as he ran a hand through his hair “i was feeling dizzy earlier. please, help me. i’ll do anything”

     heaving a sigh, scooch leaned his back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. this was the last thing he wanted to be dealing with on a friday night. helping a teenage asshole with a fake curse versus doing LITERALLY anything else ? scooch would always choose the latter. but... but. scott seemed legitimately freaked out, and the boy was doing things like batting his STUPID, long eyelashes and running a hand through his DUMB, soft-looking hair and -- “ fine. i’ll help. ” the blond jutted out his chin, eyes narrowed. “ but on one condition; you don’t try and get us kicked out of this building too. ” 

‘ Well, you see, me personally? I LOVE it, but there’s this huge debate surrounding it so half of the time I keep my mouth shut… Which is pretty rare, in my case, but I don’t wanna’ get attacked for my pineapple-on-pizza beliefs! This’ll be pretty awkward now if you don’t like it, possibly signalling the death of this blossoming friendship, but hey, pineapple on pizza is great, it needs its defenders. ’

@scoochs

the male stared at the door for a few seconds, the last thing he wanted to do in this MINUTE was see scooch again. he had avoided even being too close to the store during community service after the…thing happened. for some reason, he had decided to pick on alice earlier that day. he couldn’t help himself from making a snarky remark and it proved to be regretful when the female had decided to CURSE him. after a few hours of debating whether the curse was even real, he had decided to look for help after he FELT dizzy headed. walking into the store with his eyes set on staring at the floor, he sighed once he reached the counter “hey” he murmured, eyes not meeting with the male “your mom kind of cursed ME and i need your help, uh please”

     scooch cursed his mom silently for only stocking the shop with old-style brooms for sweeping. they fell apart, were splinter-y to hold, and barely worked. ‘ it fits the VIBE, wallace. to non-believers, we’re witches, and witches don’t ride swiffers. ’ he huffed, giving up on the dust bunny that refused to go in the dust pan, and tossed the revolting thing in the corner. the bells over the door tinkled, signaling the arrival of a customer. “ we’re closed, ” he tossed over his shoulder, but stopped in his tracks when he turned to see who stood in the doorway. scott. scooch hadn’t seen the younger since the.. the KISS,  and honestly he’d tried to forget it ever even happened. 

     “what would our ancestors have rode on into battle with the native americans whom of which they brutally stole land from? would they have walked into their doom without horses? …y’know after thinking that over, i do like that. fuck horses.”

his thoughts were foggy for a minute he’d forgotten every single rule that his parents had placed upon him the day before his arrival and as much as he was the kind to break the rules, he didn’t want to risk losing his trust. scott had never, ever played by the rules and this moment was proof of it. he wanted to believe that it was his UNCONSCIOUS mind that made him do it, that he had no say and it was a craving for acting against authority. from the minute he walked in there to pick on the male whom he had hated back in new york to the reading and to this, whatever  T H I S was. scott had N E V E R listened to anyone in their life, had it been someone else putting a finger in front of him to shush him, he would’ve reacted differently. but he didn’t understand why, he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he was acting differently and that his lips were connected to scooch’s enjoying the moment.

at the feeling of being pushed away, he opened his eyes in horror after the rational thoughts kicked in. this was wrong. this was very wrong. if all the things he was thinking now to convince himself of how wrong this was had come in before he had leaned over, none of this would be happening. at the sound of his voice, he flinched. he had a habit of reacting POORLY when people cussed at him after he had done something he had been told was wrong, a habit he had picked up in the last few years. “i’m…you…i-” he stuttered trying to find the correct words, his eyes shifted looking around hoping that this was a nightmare he could wake up from “i’m so sorry” and just as fast as the words had slurred out of his mouth in a poor attempt of speaking, he ran out of the store quickly, hiding from the sight that the windows would allow, he leaned against the store’s side wall. the male couldn’t exactly leave before his shift was over, but he’d rather spend a night in jail than to go back out to the front.

scooch watched the boy run out of the shop, tiny bells jingling violently at the speed of which he exited. partly relieved, the blond let out a breath he’d been unknowingly holding since foreign lips had pressed against his. 

what the fuck ? what the FUCK ? 

still reeling, scooch leaned against the wall, sliding down until he was a mess of limbs and confusion on the floor. scott not only had listened intently, but he’d respected scooch’s instructions. and then.. and then he’d.... you know. not ONLY that, all of which was completely & statistically impossible, but scott had... apologized ? even after the prick had stood on the sidewalk smirking as scooch and his mother packed up their station wagon, he’d never even thought the words ‘ i’m sorry. ’ 

scott stared at the cards, perhaps because he didn’t want to look up at the other or maybe because he tried to convince himself that this were just LIES and there was nothing veridical about it. for the first time in his life, he was quiet and listening attentively. he ran a hand through his hair, eyes meeting with the other as they reached the last card, rolling his eyes at the sight of the other’s finger he opened his mouth to protest before closing it without a sound. scott bit down on his lip unconsciously, dropping his crossed arms to his side as he finally stared at the other “a spontaneous choice” his voice was low, almost in a whisper as he tried to focus, a million thoughts were running through his head. for once, he hadn’t noticed how scooch’s eyes were blue, a deap ocean blue that seemed to mesmerize and calm him at the same time. his eyes traveled down, analyzing his features and stopped at his lips. he leaned in slowly, tilting his head slightly before he connected his lips with the other, eyes closing as he hoped that this wouldn’t end up with him being pushed to the floor  and he was sure that he wasn’t thinking twice about this, acting out of impulse instead of mind. there was something gentle about the moment, it wasn’t like the other times he’d stolen a kiss or made out with someone. this seemed eternal, lush even and for some reason, he couldn’t stop himself from wondering W H Y. 

     there were a couple scientific impossibilities in the world. one, that dogs would never not be cute. two, america would never have a capable leader ( & bush was proof of that ). and three, that scott would ever close his trap long enough for another person to get a complete thought out into a conversation. scooch would have to revise his list. 

     because scott was kissing him. like, on the mouth.

     scooch didn’t know what to do. his head was a mess, still reeling from the reading he’d given & the fact the younger had managed to keep his mouth shut. which was both a blessing and a curse because now said mouth was on his. oh, shit, right. 

     bright blue eyes were saucers, open wide despite the fact that it was not polite kissing etiquette. though, he wasn’t really kissing back, mouth frozen at the shock of scott’s sudden, impulsive move. for a second, scooch let himself lean into the kiss. his eyelids fluttered shut, lips moving cautious and slow against scott’s. it was.. it was nice. but then his brain kicked in and he remembered who exactly was kissing him. scooch pulled away, pressing his hands to the younger’s shoulders and pushing him back ( albeit gently ). he stumbled back, confusion written all over his features.

scott furrowed his brows, eyes staring at the deck as if it was the strangest thing he’d ever seen. he’d never believed in anything that wasn’t provable and he surely couldn’t just believe that some random deck of cards could tell his future, but there was nothing to lose and he’d be damned if he refused a dare. “watch and learn” taking the cards from the counter, he shuffled them nervously. he didn’t want to think that there was something  R E A L about what the cards had to say, believing that the future coud be predicted by something that simple was I N S A N E. perhaps the thoughts running through his mind where just ramblings he thought about to convince himself. he stopped, throwing tree cards on the counter swiftly. ( the lovers, the magicians and the ace of wands. ) “what the fuck does that even mean?? go on, i’m listening. throw your magic at me” perhaps, it started with scott being curious about the outcome, but now the other surely had his attention. “stop calling me andrea now or i’ll kick you out of here too”

—– @scoochs

              “ i have potential, ya know. i could go places. i could do things. who knows? i might even rule the world someday. ”

     “what kind of crack have you been smoking, scooch? and where are you finding these tiny horse teeth houses? these are some of the questions in my life and i feel like you should be answering them right now.”

     ❝     you look way more bored than i do in math class — which is saying SOMETHING ‘cause math class is boring as fuck .     ❞

scott was constantly ANNOYED by the sound of the shuffling cards, even more so by the fact that he didn’t have the attention of the person who he was talking to, as pompous as it was to even expect that from someone he was insulting. “that sounds really STUPID. the universe is just going to TELL me what’s going to happen if i shuffle some dumb cards??” a mocking tone was laced to his words, followed by a chuckle. he was SKEPTICAL of the cards and the existance of MAGIC, the idea was FOOLISH. hazel eyes stare at the card before him, examining every detail as he tried to comprehend the picture. shortly, he rolled his eyes characteristically. “another reason why i think this is stupid. i don’t do  l o v e. and i sure as hell don’t expect to find anyone worthy of me in this town” he pursed his lips, arms crossing in front of his chest in defense almost as if he was petrified by that simple piece of paper. “it’s NOT real, the stupid card keeps showing up cause you’re not shuffling right. you can’t even fake magic right, no wonder why you’re poor” the male’s eyes inmediately shifted, staring at the counter instead “STOP calling me andrea” he ignored the question, trying to change the subject as subtly as he could. “how many times do i have to tell you it’s SCOTT??”

while living in NEW YORK, scott had enjoyed his fair share of POPULAR cliques who made fun of whoever that didn’t belong to their CLASS or were in the way of their plans. getting used to having what he wanted all the time was part of why he had created a wide circle of ENEMIES. but the fun part was, no matter how much they’d hate him, he still managed to push buttons. “it’s an ITALIAN male name. i doubt you’d even know that, considering that you probably don’t even know where ITALY is and the closest thing you’ve had to it is PIZZA HUT” his eyes travel to the deck of cards, an ODD thing he couldn’t comprehend. he wondered WHY anyone would even find them legitimate. “ OH I’D LOVE to see you try to do that. OF COURSE it is. none of this is REAL. what do your stupid cards say?? that i’ll kill you or something??” a chuckle escapes his lips, rolling his eyes afterwards. he WANTED to piss the other off, he wanted them to REACT. scott enjoyed ARGUMENTS, it was almost as if he fed off of the ENERGY and ABASEMENT. “it’s a real shame you can’t buy yourself decent glasses and a hairbrush. if your witchy CRAP is REAL then why can’t you just do a magic trick and get MONEY?? right, cause it’s fake. no wonder why this business seems like it’s on the verge of bankruptcy” while he came from a wealthy family and was staying with his very well off relatives, all he had for himself in this town was his IMAGE. his accounts were frozen and as far as he was concerned, his cousin was his only source of income and that required a lot of NAGGING for a dollar. but he’d rather DIE than to admit he was BROKE. “it IS the same. i’m using my hands, aren’t i??” the male huffed, licking his lips as he heard the other’s words. his eyes looked at him from top to bottom, shrugging as he had the PERFECT thought wandering in his mind to hurt the other with “you SAY that, but you’re giving me the vibe that you don’t even KNOW what sex is like. CLUE, it’s a lot better than your RIGHT hand”