Perfect (Book 1)

Control

A/N: I wrote this at 3 in the morning so don't expect anything great, just expect something really weird because that's what this is. I know this isn't how Mitch actually is when he's drunk, but this story version of Mitch is much different, so as a result, you get this trainwreck. Enjoy!

Chapter 12

Scott came back into his room and sat on the bed across from me, with a glass of a clear liquid in his hand.

"Remember, take it slow. And hopefully the cake and pizza absorb some of it," Scott instructed as he handed me the drink . I think he said it was a vodka tonic or something?

"How long does it take for the alcohol to kick in?" I inquired.

"It depends. You ate, but you also weigh 5 pounds, so I'm not sure to be honest," he replied.

I took a sip, cringing at the burning sensation as I swallowed the liquid. It was an acquired taste, but I liked it.

However, I didn't want to have to wait. I started taking another long sip, but Scott took the glass from me with a warning glare.

"Take it slow," he ordered slowly.

I rolled my eyes, "What does it matter? It's all going to the same place," I reminded him.

"Just trust me, ok?" He pleaded before handing me the glass again. I sighed in defeat and nodded. "We can watch some TV, it'll make the time go by faster," he suggested before turning on some Netflix.

I crawled over, drink in hand, and snuggled into him before looking at the TV. I talked Scott into making me another drink about a half hour later.

My thoughts were a little scrambled, but nothing too serious.

It wasn't until I was at the bottom my third drink that my thoughts were all over the place. I sat up, and looked towards Scott.

"You know what I don't get?" I started, before laughing at the way the words sounded. They were a little jumbled, and they sounded funny.

This made Scott laugh at me, so I laughed to. I liked his laugh. He had a nice laugh.

"What don't you get?" He inquired.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "What do you mean? I get everything. I am so smart. I've been at the top of our class since kindergarten," I explained to him.

"I know, you haven't let us forget it," he pointed out as he nodded.

I gasped excitedly again, "Did you know that if you yell for 8 years, 7 months, and 6 days you would have produced enough energy to heat one cup of coffee?" I inquired.

He didn't seem interested in my fun fact, "That's great," he stated blandly.

I groaned, "You're no fun. Let's have fun. Let's sing!" I announced before standing up, and standing on his bed.

I wanted to set my glass down so I could dance too, but I had no place to set it down, so I dropped it on the floor instead.

I stood up straight before I began, "I wanna be the very best, like no one ever was. To catch them is my real test, to train them is my cause!" I added in some mumbling, because I couldn't remember the rest before the chorus. "Pokémon!" I shouted before pointing at Scott, "It's you and me! I know it's our destiny! Pokémon! Ohhh you're my best friend in a world we must defend!"

I was belting so good, but Scott had to ruin my fun.

"Ok, Pokémon master, you need to quiet down before my neighbors think you're dying," he ordered as he grabbed me by the waist and carried me off of the bed before setting me back on the floor.