Mitch and Noah

Mitch~Oh Baby

"Wake-up call for Mitchy-Poo! Pretty sure your boyfriend just called, considering the heart emojis as his contact info. I'm not gonna lie, after last night's fun, I'm a little jealous. Pretty sure you never mentioned you had a boy-toy. Speaking of jealous, he sounded pretty pissed off that I accidentally answered your phone. Hope I haven't caused you any trouble in paradise."

A light foot jab to the side had Mitch groaning in full-bodied pain as his mind woke completely and processed the annoying sounds coming from Jacob's mouth.

Heart emojis? Boyfriend?

His headache riddled brain reeled from the night before's events as his back shot a pang of hurt, helping him realize he was lying on an unforgivingly hard wooden floor, in Jacob's bedroom.

Jumping up in a rush, Mitch grabbed at his phone, and lower back, as Jacob dangled it happily in front of him, a huge smirk on his face.

"Hey, I tried every trick in the book to get you to sleep with me in my bed, but you were insistent on breaking your back on the floor. Not my fault if you're hurting. Anyway, you need to get over it quick, since we've got some work to do today."

Mitch thought hard as his sobering brain slowly released snatches of memories from the night before. His stomach rumbled and chest hurt at the amount of shots his system and wallet had taken, and relief flooded him as he remembered all the advances that he'd drunkenly swatted away.

He remembered the bartender walking him out to his car to ensure he didn't drive after being so drunk, with Jacob annoyingly offering to give him a ride, which the bartender was happy about as it was just before closing, and there were still more patrons needing help finding ways home.

Jacob had tried everything from sweet talk to locking the bedroom door, and Mitch had been trapped. He proudly recalled choosing to stubbornly pass out on his arm, under his jacket, on the floor near the door. Even as his back ached from his decision, it was better than being forced to sleep in bed with HIM.

He would have taken that as permission to do whatever and the thought scared Mitch. He felt more and more that Jacob was too predatory, and that he had crossed a line the night before that was unforgivable.

Jacob's face read guilty as Mitch stared accusingly at him in silence.

His hands went up defensively as they both looked at the unlocked and wide-open bedroom door and then each other.

"Hey, wait, you can't leave, we have-"

Mitch ran for the door, with Jacob audibly at his heels, his hand reaching for Mitch's elbow, which he shook off as he walked quicker, using his phone to call an Uber.

"Fuck you, Jacob, not respectfully. You're such a fucking...no..no. Wooosah."

He focused hard on the missed calls on his phone, determined to focus on anything but the crazy attempting to burst from his mouth, as he raced outside of Jacob's house, a car ensuring they were 5 minutes out.

"Come on man. I took CARE of you last night! Any weirdo could have taken your bitchy drunk ass home but-"

"A WEIRDO DID TAKE ME HOME YOU FUCKER!"

Mitch caught himself before the rants began, as once they started, there was no reeling anything back.

"Someone has a favorite curse word. Honestly, if you insist on being crude, you should spice it up a little more."

Mitch turned to slap at the hand attempting to touch his shoulder from behind.

"Don't touch me."

"Jesus, Mitch. I didn't...do anything to you, if that's what you're thinking...Fine! I'm sorry! Is that what you want to hear?"

"The only thing I want to hear is silence."

For once, Jacob obliged for a few seconds as Mitch pointedly turned from him and looked for the silver jeep that was heading to pick him up any minute.

After a long, awkward silence, Jacob again attempted to grab at Mitch, who again dodged with a slap.

"We still have work to do, you know."

"No, I don't. I quit."

"Woah, woah, woah wait a second, over what? What is going on with you Mitch? I didn't DO anything."

Mitch stayed silent, refusing to talk to Jacob anymore, ever again if he could help it. His Crazy was front and center and he refused to allow it out by opening his mouth in Jacob's direction.

His chest sung praise as the Uber arrived and Mitch hopped in. He felt instant relief as they drove away from Jacob's confused face, his anger taking over as he pulled up Marsha boss lady's number and dialed.

"Mitch! Good morning! I was just-"

"I quit. As of now. No severance needed, I just quit. Personal reasons."

"Woah, wait, huh!? Mitch, what's going on, it's not April fool's day already, is it?"

"No jokes, I'm FUCKING DONE!"

Mitch hung up before he cursed out one of the best lawyers in the state.

He'd known she had never been on his side from the beginning, had taken advantage of his skills, while simultaneously pulling him down from achieving anything of worth. Just as everyone else had.

She could burn in hell and take Jacob and everyone else at the firm with her for all he cared.

The man driving him looked back in concerned silence as he got closer to where his car was parked, grateful that his keys were in his pocket, as he hadn't checked before storming out of Jacob's.

He felt as though a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and he jangled his keys as he searched through his phone's missed calls. His cousins' lawyers had called three times already that morning, and he knew he needed to call back asap, considering he was a lawyer and never called anyone that many times in a row unless it was life or death.

He called the number as he climbed from the vehicle into his own in the practically empty parking lot of the nightclub.

The line was answered on the second ring, another surprise.

"Hello, this is Mitch Ferguson. I believe you were contacting me about my ill cousin?"

"Ah, Mr. Ferguson. We're so grateful for your call-back. We really weren't sure what to do at this point. Your cousin has officially passed as of last night, our condolences."

"Oh, dear."

Mitch hadn't known his cousin well, though was sad that someone so young had been taken so suddenly.

"We had assumed you must not have heard. We were hoping you could come get little Rowan as soon as possible. It seems a family friend is caring for him now, but I and a few other colleagues fear it's not the best place for a baby. We were hoping you would be able to come pick him up soon, considering the trauma he is no doubt going to be dealing with, with both parents passing the way they did."

Mitch's heart raced as his mind reeled.

"I'm sorry, what did you say about a baby?"