Mitch & Tyler ✖ BajanCanadian/MunchingBrotato AU [COMPLETED]

two : moving in

[Moving In]

Mitch and Tyler jumped out of their seats and walked towards the back of the moving van, Mitch lifting the door and stepping aside for the ramp to slide out in front of them. Tyler sighed deeply, rolling up his sleeves.

Near the front was a couch, which they both needed to carry in. Along that was pieces to a bed, Tyler was confused about that since there wasn't a second set. He brushed it off as nothing as soon as Mitch pulled out his folded treadmill and mini-fridge that looked like it weighed more than him.

"What the fuck is all this?" Tyler's mouth was wide open as he circled the equipment.

"Duh, sports stuff. Treadmill cause I like being fit, and the fridge for Gatorade cause it gives you extra electrolytes or something like that?"

"Something like that? Remember when you used to be a genius?"

Mitch rolled his eyes. "Come on, help me with this."

Tyler laughed boisterously and kept shaking his head at Mitch as he began lifting the mini-fridge. "We can't keep all this, you know. It's three bedroom."

"Exactly. This stuff is going in the third, like we discussed."

"We discussed nothing of the sort! You need to get rid of this, because the third bedroom is off limits until we come to a compromise."

Mitch whined loudly, pouting his lip. "Please Ty-Ty?"

Tyler was next in line to roll his eyes, adding a quick fringe check. Mitch dropped the mini-fridge, moving closer to Tyler and smirking. Tyler swallowed, his big blue eyes that Mitch always said looked like tidal waves over-lapping each other, meeting Mitch's caramel ones. He forced down a heavy blush, pressing his smaller hands against Mitch's chest and shoving him back a little.

"Pleeeeeaaase?" Mitch begged, returning to his previous position, leaning in front of Tyler, their faces dangerously close. Tyler's already wide eyes grew in size.

"Y-Yeah, okay." Tyler choked out, pushing Mitch away again. Mitch complied, grinning at his treadmill and mini-fridge brightly.

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Tyler collapsed onto their couch around eight PM, when most of the furniture was loaded into the house, out of order. Their knick-knacks were scattered about, leaving an obstacle course to win to be able to reach the empty kitchen where Mitch was ordering Chinese. Tyler's eyes scanned the mess, smiling proudly to himself.