What The Gang?! (A mashley story) *Major Editing*

5 - I think we should keep it low.

POV: Mitch's

I like her. I just realized that. Its weird but I like like her. She's everything I want. She's perfect.

After the incident, we had a good day all in all but after that we got an anonymous letter.

You Think You Can Escape With My Plan? Bitches dont know nothing.

Anonymous

If he wasn't a bad guy, I would have been proud to whoever wrote that. Back to my lovelife.

Does she like me? Do I like her? Yep, I like her. Does she like me is the question.

"Mitch, buddy, biggums, you're up here again." Jerome's voice rang. I whipped my head to see my friend in his Star Wars shirt and Chewbacca printed PJ pants. He held a mug that said in a Star Wars way 'Han Solo Dies'. "Why are you up?" He asked. "How'd you know Louise was the one?" I blurted.

Jerome's eyes popped like saucers and looked a me in a Grinch kind of creepy way. "Mitchy poo's in wuvy duvy!" He exclaimed in a hushed tone. If that's possible. He started doing leg kicks and then he hit his foot on a hole and flipped and dropkicked the pole and did 5 push ups. He then stood up and dusted himself.

"Are you okay?" I questioned. "I'm good. That was a good workout. Anyways, who is the lucky girl?" "Dude, you know her better than the spelling of my mid name." "I dont care. I sill call you Donald just to piss you off." "Fuck off man." "Anyways, wanna smoke?"

I huffed but then took out my bintage lighter and grabbed one stick lighting it up and inhaling it. I smoked ever since I was 11. Papa said, 'to be a man, you need to do manly things'. And smoking, doing drugs, getting drunk, and banging girls was manly. I sticked to smoking. It was a great discovery for my life.

Jerome whipped his head towards my direction after exhaling and looking at me straight in my dead, cold, dull, poor excuse of eyes since I wear fucking contacts. Right now I'm wearing red rimmed glasses, underwear, plack pj pants, fluffy slips, and no shirt.

"Man, I hope you get it that I'm your best bro, but sometimes I think you need some time for your self." Jerome said, breaking our eye contact. "I may not be your brother, but I'm your bestest friend. I love you man. You're my only brother. You're special in my life. You always make me feel like you're my family. I hope you remember that." Jerome added.

I was shocked.

Is Jerome gonna die or something?

"Why are you saying this man? You're freaking me out." I stated. "Its just that, this might be the hardest mission. Its been long and we might end up dead. I just want you to know that of we do die-" "which we wont." "-I want you to know that you always have a special place in my heart." He finished.

I took out my cig, stomped on it, looked at Jerome and hugged him. Hes my brother. My only family.

CLICK

"Hello." Ashely greeted while Alesa, Louise, Lizzie, and Joel put down their phones.

"Jo, you too?" "Oh not just me. Adam, Percy, Nico, and Randy are at the back. Randy's crying over soemthing called 'the feels'." Joel shrugged.

"THEY WILL ATTACK YOU TOO, JOEL!!!" Randy cried as we listened to his not-so-manly sobs. Brie then came out and saw her boyfriend and groaned.

"Is he crying over his non existent feelings?" Brianna asked while Adam nodded. She facepalmed and comforted her boyfriend aka

"You cry like a baby girly girl being forced to wear black."

"BLACK IS LOVE, BLACK IS LIFE!!!" Gelsey shouted somewhere. "I SECOND THAT MOTION!!!" To voices agreed. "JINX, YOU OWE ME A SODA!!!" Nikki shouted. "1,2,3 MONEY FOR ME!!!" Phoebe said at the same time. "So I give you 5 bucks and you give me my soda?" "Pretty much."

We then went back to sleep, except for Ashley.

I stayed with her.

"So, why are you still here?" Ashley asked me. "'Cause I want to." I answered. There was a minute of silence. "Thanks for helping me by the way." She blurted. "Nah, dont mention it. It was easy. You're a pretty good kisser." Lies. You kiss better than any girl I have ever kissed. "Thanks. You're a pretty good kisser too."

POV: Ashley's

Lies. He's the best kisser I have ever kissed. He's a great kisser. Not good. Great. What the fuck am I thinking?!

POV: Mitch's

I wasn't thinking when I dipped her then gave her a real kiss. For some reason. I fell inlove her. Well then, go big or go home.

She kissed back and instead of a sunset, there was sunrise. This was not part of the stereotype cliche.

Our cliche? Pajamas, messy hair, sunrise, and dip kisses. We made our own moment.

Look, I know we are in a mission, but hey! Its love! I fell inlove. I have the chance to choose my paths. My ambitions. Its my life. And I chose Ashley to be part of it.

She's part of my life now. She's a major part of it. She impacted me. She's my one and only. Nope, sounds way too cheesy. She's my crazy chick and I'm her CM Punk. That sounds good.

She's my AJ, I'm her Punk.

We're a better lovestory than Twilight.

Actually I think every lovestory is better than Twilight.

CLICK

"Ashley, Mitch, you guys are making my life harder." Brie chimed pointing at her boyfriend again. He's crying harder. Oh my god he looks so . . . . Something,

Ashley looked at me with her brown eyes and gave me her small cute smile. I pecked her cheek and she was redder than a strawberry. She was so cute. I kissed her nose and whispered in her ear,

"We shluld keep it low around them. Do you want to? Well since they're gonna be stalking our relationship."

She then whispered back,

"I do."

I swear I wanna flip.