I woke up, exasperated and sweaty. This was not unusual. I have been having these nightmares for months. I just wanted them to stop! They always made me cry.
~The nightmare~
"Scott, please don't go!" Mitch pleaded.
"I'm so sorry Mitchy..I have Alex now." Scott insisted. Mitch fell to the floor and sobbed loudly as Scott lightly pecked his forehead and walked out of the room. Mitch cried even louder.
"Scott..come back, p-please!!"
~ end of nightmare~
I peeked through Scott's slightly open door, to make sure he was asleep. Once I was assure he was, I silently walked over to his drawer and pulled out one of his Over-Sized Shirts. I walked back to my room and slid it on. I smiled to myself, thinking about how huge the shirts were on me. Scott's shirts always made me feel better. I never knew why. Maybe it was because they smelled like him? I adjusted the sheets and climbed back into my bed.
I woke up a couple hours later. There was a note next to me, lying on my bed.
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Mitchy-
Going to get Starbucks for us. I'll get your usual ;-)
-Scott
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I smiled to myself and walked out to the living room. I guess that I was asleep for a while, because only a couple minutes later, Scott walked through the door. "Hey stupid." I joked. He grinned and replied with, "Hey idiot." He walked over to me and sat next to me on the couch. He chuckled softly and looked at me with a confused expression. "Is that my shirt??" He asked. "Umm," I blushed. "Heh, it's okay. I don't care. You look cute Mitchy." He told me. I could tell that he was being serious about it, and wasn't joking around. "Thanks.." I murmured. The room went silent for a couple minutes before i spoke up. "Hey, can we talk for a bit?" He looked at me worriedly and replied, "yes, of course!" I took a quiet deep breath and explained to him about my nightmares. "Awe.." Scott cooed, and scooted closer to me. He wrapped his arms around my small torso and pulled me close to him. "Is that why you take my shirts?" He chuckled. "Yeah, they make me feel better." I told him, feeling embarrassed. "It's alright." He told me solemnly. "But, you don't need to cuddle with just my sweatshirts." He told me. I looked at him in confusion with furrowed eyebrows. "You could cuddle with me.." He stated shyly. I cut him off with a kiss.
