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I Don't Want to Tell You What Happens So... "Untitled".

"Look, I told you a million times, I really didn't mean it!"

Twitch rolled her eyes and ignored Mike, who was once again pleading forgiveness.

"I'm serious! I didn't even look that much once the closet door was open- That is to say, I didn't look when it was closed either- okay, so maybe a little, they look good on you by the way- I mean, not that I think you look good. Not that you look bad! But-"

"Keep digging, Mike, you're almost at China..." Twitch deadpanned.

Mike winced and shut up. Twitch walked off over to Fritz and Jeremy.

"How come Mike's all sucky-up to you all of a sudden?" Fritz asked. "He bought you breakfast this morning."

"It's a long story," Twitch sighed.

"H-He t-told me y-you looked h-hot I-in y-your underc-clothes. Is it a-about that?" Jeremy asked

Twitch's eye twitched, "He said what?"

Jeremy paled, "U-Uh, n-nothing."

"I literally dare anybody listening right now to make up the worst dare possible and inflict it on Mike, that perverted creepy bastard," Twitch growled.

"I-I'm s-sure h-he d-didn't m-mean it. W-Well, h-he did, b-but..." Jeremy trailed off, not sure where that sentence was going.

"Wait, Mike saw you in your..." Fritz's eyes widened, "What, where, how, and why?"

"In my bedroom, Vincent took him there, he was being a perv. Enough said. I don't have time for this," Twitch walked off again.

Fritz shared a look with Jeremy. Jeremy shrugged.

Twitch walked over to Scott and huffed.

"Something on your mind?" Scott asked.

"The whole fiasco of last night...  You guys are lucky. You don't have to worry about guys perving on you and spreading rumours," Twitch complained.

"Well, that's not entirely true..." Scott said. "Vincent perved on me enough before we were together, if you'll remember."

"I guess..." Twitch sighed. "I just can't believe it. I'm so embarrassed."

"Hey, I think we all were," Scott shrugged. "I was basically shirtless and there's no denying what Vincent and I had been doing when you transported us there. The worst is Mike, though."

"He doesn't seem too upset," Twitch grumbled.

"No?" Scott asked. "He bought you breakfast this morning, he's been offering to do everything for you, and I can't count the amount of times he's apologised. Does that not seem remorseful to you?"

"Maybe," Twitch replied, "But it doesn't change the fact that he perved on me and bragged about it to Jeremy."

"Did he really perv on you, though? Or was he just in the wrong place at the wrong time? You can hardly blame him for breaking in to catch a peak, now, can you?"

Twitch didn't reply.

"And you reckon he bragged about it to Jeremy?"

"He said I looked hot."

"Well, that's Mike for you. I'm afraid we're only guys, Twitch. Take it as a compliment. He didn't really brag about how he scored at getting a look at you, did he? You don't know the exact words he used. He may have only commented on it, without really meaning anything serious."

Twitch sighed.

Scott looked at her, "Remember, it's just as embarrassing for him to be caught in that situation and feel like a creep, even if he wasn't intentionally one. It's not going to help if you keep making him feel like he did wrong."