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Scott pov
Mitch pulled away and laid his head down on my chest. We were both breathy heavy from what had just happened.
I took my hand through his hair and wrapped my arms around him. He was alive again, but how?
"Sorry for trashing your apartment."
"It's not your fault, but you're helping me clean."
We both let out a giggle and sighed.
"Ok,Mitch I need to sit up my back is killing me and I'm thirsty."
Mitch let out a small chuckle before rolling off me and standing up. I stood up too stretching and standing on my tip toes.
I finished stretching and leaned down giving Mitch another quick kiss before going to the kitchen.
"Scott?"
"Yes?"
"How do I tell my parents, they are probably still mourning over me. I can't just show up at their front door."
"Then don't tell them or go see them."
"That's my family Scott!"
I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. I was still leaning down when I felt Mitch lean on my back.
"We'll figure it out Mitchy. Ok?"
"Ok"
"Now! Are you hungry?"
"Yes!"
"How about Chinese?"
"Perfect!"
Mitch stood up allowing me to back up from the fridge and go find the menus. I dug through my menu drawer until I found it!
I walked back over to the counter to where Mitch was.
"What do you want?"
"Chicken and broccoli with fried rice."
I looked at him and put my head back a little.
"What?"
"Nothing, that's just exactly what I get."
I shook my head smiling and grabbed my phone from my pocket dialing the number.
I placed the order and pulled out the money from my wallet setting it on the counter.
"Help me clean?"
"Sure!"
Me and Mitch started picking up papers,books,movies, anything that was not already on the floor.
We had just got my bookshelf back up when there was a knock on my door.
"I got it!"
Mitch said, he turned and jumped over the books stacked neatly on the floor.
Mitch grabbed the money and swung the door open. Then he stopped dead in his tracks.
"M-Mitch?"
A female voice spoke.
"Megan"
"B-but you're dead?"
"It's a long story."
Mitch just handed her the money and set the food on the counter. She stepped and and Mitch shut the door.
I stepped over the stack of books to stand behind him.
"W-who is that?"
"This is Scott,we are kinda a thing."
"Hi, I'm Scott. I met him when he was dead."
She gave me the weirdest look ever.
"I have a sixth sense, then he just kinda came back to life some how."
All of a sudden she turned around and walked right back out the door.
"She's not good with that kind of stuff."
Mitch turned to face me and wrapped his arms around me, snuggling his face into my chest.
I set my head in the crook of his neck and rubbed his back.
"You wanna eat?" I mumbled into his neck, causing him to shiver.
"That tickled, and yes."
I rubbed his back one more time before kissing his head and pulling out of the hug.
I walked over to the cupboard and pulled out two bowls.
I still had the bowls above my head when the front door swung open causing me to drop them.
Gladly my reflexes kicked in and I back away without a scratch.
Both me and Mitch's head shot toward the door. There stood two cops and Mitch's sister.
They barreled into the kitchen as Mitch's sister ran to him.
"Scott Hoying you're under arrest for the kidnapping of Mitch Grassi."
"No! What? I didn't kidnap him he's right there!"
"His sister said you were holding him hostage. So you're coming with us."
They shoved me out the door with Mitch yelling.
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I sat on the cold, uncomfortable, metal chair in the interrogation room. My hands were cuffed together, and I really want a cigarette too.
Finally a someone in a suit walked and sat in the chair in front of me.
"Why am I here? I didn't kid nap him! He followed me home and now we are a thing!"
"That's not what his sister said. She said he was standing behind you with pleading eyes."
"He was standing in front of me! Don't believe me, look at the apartment security tapes."
He scribbled something onto his notepad and looked back up.
"Mitch Grassi died, September 21st 2015. So tell me, how is he sitting out in the police station alive? Did he come back to life?"
"Actually yes! I have a sixth sense and he followed me home when he died! Then some how, some way he came back to life. We ordered food and his sister apparently works there."
"Why did you order food for someone you kidnapped. Do you have an obsession with them?"
"Ugh!"
I slammed my head on the table and sighed.
"NO! I did not kidnap him!"
I swung my head back up and looked at him.
All of a sudden Mitch burst through the door.
"Scott! Oh thank god. Take these cuffs off him right now!"
He grabbed my arm and stood me up.
"But he kid-"
"He didn't fucking kidnap me! Now unlock him!"
The cop reluctantly unlocked the cuffs and showed me as Mitch out of the station.
His sister sat outside on the bench.
She stood up and grabbed Mitch's hand.
"You're coming with me. Mitch he brain washed you."
Mitch flicked her arm away and ignored her.
She just sighed and stomped away. Mitch and I caught a bus home because I didn't have my car.
When we got home it was after dark and the shattered bowls were still on the floor.
Me and Mitch cleaned it up and reheated our food.
We both plopped down onto the couch, bowls in hand.
"Are we doing anything tomorrow?" He asked.
"No"
"Can we go down to the station and get a restraining order."
"Of course, I won't stop you."
AN
How's that? Another part? Yay nay??
