I heard and felt him before I saw him. Or his shadow in the darkness in my room. He was on my bed, hovering over me. His hands were on either of my shoulders, and his legs were holding him up.
"Miiiittcchhhhhh," he whispered loudly, shaking me violently. I groaned, and turned over to my side.
"Mitch. Mitch. Mitch."
"I swear to all that is my soul, Scott. It better be later than it feels." Obviously it's early in the morning. All the more reason to strangle him.
Well, after mommy is fully recharged.
"I'm so scared," he said sarcastically, shifting his weight so it was away from me. I felt his leg hit my outstretched arm. He was still wearing his jeans.
"Get to your point before I'm gone again," I mumbled, putting one of my arms over my eyes. I hissed when he turned on my bedside lamp.
"You really are pathetic."
"Shut your fucking mouth or get out of my room."
"Touché."
"Scott."
"Sorry...I need advice." I sat up slowly so I could look him in the eyes. They were bloodshot. And his hair was messy, but not the sleeping bed head kinda messy. And his clothes looked wrinkled.
"Couldn't this wait until morning?" I asked, yawning. He shook his head before I even finished my sentence.
"No, we most certainly can not."
"Fine. But you have to make me coffee," I said, slipping out of bed slowly. I stole a glance at my clock before groaning loudly.
Four am?! In the god damned morning?! Jesus, Scott.
"Sure. And...I'm sorry in advance," he said, smiling almost sadly with his eyes. They're suppose to be blue. A sea blue. Now, they were dark pits of fire.
"Um...okay?"
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If I Didn't
FanfictionIf I hadn't told him to stay away, would he of tried harder? If I wasn't so caught off guard, would I have shut him out? If he couldn't read my emotions and thoughts, would he have acted different? If I never told him that he would never love me li...
