𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓮𝓼? Mitch x fem reader

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 6

Mitches POV:
(Y/N) looks at me.
I make a failed attempt to break the silence.
"How long have you been-"
"Too long."
The quiet grows unbearable, and I finally speak up.
"(Y/N)."
She looks up from her phone. She had put her sketch book back in her suitcase and sat down on her phone.
"What."
Jeez, she hasn't calmed down a bit.
"I-"
This was painful.
"I'm-"
She thinks for a moment, then understands.
"Your...?"
"I'm sorry. There. I said it. But fr tho, it wasn't right of me to look through your stuff. It was really good tho. "
(Y/N) smiles.
"That must have been hard."
"It was!!"
"No pity points for you."
I pout. That's new.
She giggles.
"If you wanted to see my sketches that bad, you could have just asked!"
She grabs her sketchbook, and together we look through it. Soon enough, it's time to board. The plane flight was peaceful, (Y/N) taking pictures of the clouds and drawing them for a good 30 minutes, and for the rest of the flight, we watched a movie together. (𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮. 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓾𝔃 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓻𝓸)
When we landed, I called Phil and he texted us instructions (the hotel, the car rental, the money he gave us to spend, etc.)
(Y/N) called her mom, and we both talked to her when we got to our hotel room. She kept checking in on me, which was really nice of her, trying to mother me.
(Y/N) and I got close in that time (not in a wrong way, but like they got to know each other. Stay holy.) we even played with each others hair, braiding and adding bows and ribbons. By the time we we were done, we looked like kids, laughing at each other. I never realized how much fun (Y/N) is. And how pretty....

Wait-

Was that me?

~𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓹~
(Y/N) POV:
"Ok. It's official. Your not that bad."
I hear myself say.
"Hahaha. I was never bad."
We were playing with the ps4 in the hotel room.
Yes. A ps4, in the hotel room.
"Boosh."
Mitch drops the controller dramatically.
He had won against me in smash bros, using Zelda, for the 3rd time.
I roll my eyes.
"I know I know,"
Mitch says.
"It must suck to suck."
I throw a pillow at him.
"Oh shut up!"
Soon enough, we are in a heated pillow fight.  Jumping on beds, leaping on chairs, anything to hit and run. Mitches phone rings.
"Stop! Stop! Let me answer it. Dude stop hitting me! It's Phil!"
I reluctantly put a stop to my attack.
After a small conversation between the two, mitch smiles, then says goodbye to phil.
"What was it?"
"Suit up. We got glitches."