"Fucked Up Sweethearts." (TWDG Marlon Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

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It was hard to sleep that night after Marlon had left the room. I had butterflies still filling up my stomach, even as I laid down and tried to rest. Right before I had fallen asleep though, Mitch came into the room. We talked for awhile, and that conversation was, well, it was something.

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As my eyes were getting heavy and my body was slowly beginning to fall into a deep sleep, I heard the bedroom door creak open, causing me to open my eyes up and sit up, looking towards the door to see who it was. It was Mitch, and he gave me a weird look as he walked as if I wasn't supposed to be in here or something.

"Hopefully this isn't permanent." He said to me as he walked towards his bed.

"Excuse me?" I said to him, giving him a weird look right back as he sat down.

"I-I didn't mean that in rude way or anything, I'm just not real used to sharing my room with anyone, not after my old roommate died. I also have never shared one with a girl, so." He shrugged and took off his boots so that he could get comfortable on his bed.

Understandable.

"Well don't worry, it might not be permanent." That earned a laugh from him.

"Good."

I stayed quiet after that, not sure of what to say considering I was getting real tired now.

"So, I saw that you got pretty upset earlier after dinner when you were all that stupid card game Louis loves. Mind if I ask what happened?"

I held back a loud sigh since I didn't want to seem irritable or rude for my first impression from Mitch, but I was tired and didn't feel like getting too deep into conversation right now.

"I complimented Marlon's hair and Clementine immediately assumed I had a crush or something on Marlon, and all of the intense anxiousness from the situation caused me to panic so I just came here to get away from everyone for awhile, to cool my anxiety."

It had been months since I had been around any living population, and during that time I had honest almost forgotten how to communicate with anybody. That's why I get anxiety so easy. I probably also have a disorder, but there's not shit I can do about that.

"Well, do you?" Mitch asked, causing me to blink as if I was confused as to what he was talking about.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, do you like him?" He reiterated in a more annoyed tone.

I stayed silent, because I didn't even know the answer to that myself. I mean, yeah, of course I found Marlon attractive in all kinds of different ways, but I had only just met him, and a part of me felt that I should give it a day or two to see how I really feel.

"I don't know." I finally responded after a few moments of a silence, to which Mitch responded with a scoff.

"Yeah, you do."

'The fuck?'

"Um, sorry?"

"You do know if you like him or not. You don't gotta lie. Who am I gonna tell?"