PTX Fan-Fic

!Party Time!

I'm saying sorry ahead of time for not updating in LITERALLY 7 months....I feel horrible. Life got in the way of everything...but I'm back!!! P.S. My style of typing has gotten MUCH different. So...ya....onto the story!!

---Mitch's POV

After my coughing attack, we all went our separate ways home. Well, Bell, Scott, and I went together but...WHATEVER! Anyway. Since its Bell's birthday in a couple months, the crew and I are thinking about a GIGANTIC party for her. We're ALSO thinking about getting her parents to come here from Florida, where they had moved earlier in the year. Her and Scott haven't seen them in forever. Like....it's been years. 

Bell and I are currently watching SpongBob...yes...you heard me right. SpongeBob. She is cuddled into me, when Scott comes down the hallway. "Awwww! That's cute!" He coos. "So, you and Kirstie huh?" I retort at him. He had taken a sip of water, then spit it out, covering his mouth after. "You can't prove ANYTHING!" He playfully yells at me. "Mhm. Whatever! We ALL can see it!" Bell laughs, looking back at him. "You looooooove her!" She jokes, looking down at her phone. Scott sticks his tongue out at me like a mad 5 year old. I kiss Bell on the top of her head, and she smiles up at me. "AAAH!!!" She screams, jumping off of the couch and covering her mouth. "Baby what's wrong!?" I yell, worried about what happened. All she could do was tremble in fear. "Spider..." She whispered. Low and behold there was a GIGANTIC spider on the arm of the couch. "I'll get it." Scott says, shaking his head. I'm hugging Bell as she is still terrified. She's crying a bit....shaking a lot...and I feel bad. "Shhh. Babe it's ok...Scotts gonna get rid of it. I promise it will be out of here in less than five minutes." I tell her, making her nod her head quickly. 

Once Scott gets rid of the spider, we go out shopping for a bit to get it off of her mind. "Oh my god these are so cute!" She squeals, putting on platform shoes. "Cute." Scott boredly says. I nudge him HARD in the ribs. "Be nice." I discipline him silently. "You know Scott. I recall this being YOUR idea." She sassily retorts. "I hate you." He jokes under his breath.