A/N: Uh... yo.
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"Mitch, I am scared. What are we going to do." Kirstie said. We were escorted to our rooms over an hour ago. She hasn't shut up since. I do not blame the girl, but she needs to get a hold of herself.
"Kirst, we will be fine. Nothing will happen unless we deserve it." She gave me that 'you are stupid' look. "Can you just trust me? Please?"
"Fine. I am not going to stop pestering you though." I heaved a sigh and rolled my eyes.
"Whatever..." I began to walk towards my side of the room. "Night."
She nodded, and lyed down.
I did not fall asleep for many hours. I could not.
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"Mitch, Mitch wake up." I groaned and rolled over. When Kirstie woke me up, I ignored her. That is how it worked. This was not Kirstie though. The voice was deeper. Scott.
I opened my eyes and sat up. "Um, hello sir." He chuckled and pulled me up.
"You don't need to call me that. Just call me Scott." I nodded.
"Yes s-Scott." He looked me up and down, and I realized my shirtless form. I hugged myself and averted my eyes.
"Why don't you get dressed? There are clothes in that dresser." He pointed across the room.
"Ok." He began to walk out the door. "Wait!"
"Yes?" He had a puzzled look on his face.
"Thank you." He gave me the same look and shook his head.
"For?"
"Being so kind to me. Why are you not this nice to Kirstin?" He shrugged before Kirstie stepped in.
"Mitchell you did NOT just call me Kirstin." I giggled and shifted on my feet.
"Sorry Kirst. Did not mean it." She huffed.
"Sure you did not." Scott burst out laughing.
"Are you sure you two aren't siblings?" We both answered in unison.
"NO!" We looked at each other and laughed.
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Scömíche One Shots
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