PTX Fan-Fic

Stress

---Bella's POV

Everyone is WASTED as hell, and they're getting ubers to get home. "So my dear. What's the agenda for the night?" Mitch asks, coming up behind me and picked me up by the waist and threw me onto the bed. He's hovering over me, and I pull him down for a kiss. "I'm going to bed. So! If you'd like to join me you can." I say, pushing him to my side and getting PJ's. Getting my leggings off, I hear Mitch say, "Dat ass!!!" from behind me on the bed. I shake my head and giggle. Once I get my pjs on, I crawl back into bed to find Mitch only in his underwear. "Someone is slutty tonight..." I say in a calming tone. "Only for you..." He mumbles into my hair. "Baby we did it last night. I need to rest. I love you..goodnight." I say, giving him a kiss. 

---Mitch's POV

 Bella has been running around the house and cleaning ALL morning. "Hey babe." I say, sitting on the couch. She mumbles a 'good morning Mitchell', continuing on her journey to clean. "Baby what's wrong!" I ask her, looking at her with a face of concern. "This place needs a shit ton of cleaning done! Scott doesn't clean up his shit! The dishes have been pilling up! Everything is such a fricken mess, and I'm the only one who is doing anything about it!" She yells at me. I walk over to her and spin her around while she's walking so she is in my arms. "Woah! Babe, chill. I'm sorry, but idk about Scott." Scott walks out of his room and sits down on the couch with a bag of chips. I can see Bell's face turn a bright red as she walks over to him and grabs the bag out of his hands and turns off the tv. "What the hell!" Scott yells at her, only making her more mad. "It's about high time for you to get off of your lazy ass and clean up your shit Scott! I'm done doing your share of the work around the house, and frankly, I don't appreciate it! So get off your ass, and do your share Scott Hoying! Because you're gonna have to get used to it!" She yells, and stomps off to our room. I shake my head and enter the room, to see Bell, head in her hands, crying on the bed. 

"Babe...what's gotten you like this?" I ask, laying next to her, putting my arm around her waist. "I'm just, so stressed....with the house being a mess, and, the wedding plans, I just don't know what to do. I'm sorry for lashing out on you baby, I really am." She cries. I hug her into me, feeling her hot breath on my chest. "Shhh...it's alright....it's alright..." I coax her, rubbing her back slowly. "No, no it's not." She cries even more. "Baby, it's okay! Please don't cry..." I say, tilting her head up so she's looking at me. I kiss her as if my life depended on it. She kisses back, holding the back of my head. "I love you..." I say, resting my forehead on hers. "I love you more..." She says, pecking my lips once more. We have some work to do later.