Ramen and POPTARTS

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---Bella's POV

It's currently the next day, and I am THE hungriest person on earth. I go into the kitchen, expecting there to be food. And....I'm wrong. I go into the living room and lay down across Mitch's lap. "Why am I living on Ramen and fricken POPTARTS!" I sigh, slightly annoyed. "I'll go shopping today." He laughs. "Damn right!" I playfully laugh back. Getting up, Mitch tases me, which makes me scream. "Sorry...had    to." He giggles. I squint my eyes, and scoop up Wyatt. "You wanna do something today?" He asks, not looking up at his phone. "Um....nah. Not really. I'm tired. But, maybe we could invite the rest of PTX and Lucy over." I suggest, making him nod. I presume he texted Scott, because I heard the 'bloop' sound. 

"So! How is Mizzie doing?" Lucy giggles at our ship name. "Pretty good. We're not having a honey moon. Only because LA is good enough. We're going on a trip though. Sometime." Mitch pipes up. "True." I add, taking a sip of Lipton Iced Sweet Tea (#NoSponser...lol). Lucy nods, and checks her phone. 

Everyone has left, and it's now just Mitch and I. "Whatch'ya doin?" I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck from behind the couch. "Twitter." He simply answers. "Sounds like fun." I say, walking over to the recliner on the other side of the living room. I open up 'Messaging' on my phone, and I take a picture of Mitch with the caption of 'you're LITERALLY so f-ing boring.', and send it to him. I hear the 'bloop' of the notification, and then I see Mitch smirk. He looks up at me, and then smiles a cheeky smile. I then get a notification. With a picture of me, with a caption that says, 'got a problem my queen?'. This makes me laugh, and I send a pic of him back, with the caption saying, 'omg...are you sure I'M the queen?'. This makes him giggle, and put his phone down. "I'm hungry." He wines. "Hi hungry, nice to meet ya!" I joke, smirking at him. "Hahaha, very funny. I went shopping, by the way." He says, looking in the fridge. "You want anything?" He asks, his head peeking out from the side of the fridge door. "A martini..." I smile at him. He rolls his eyes, and makes the drink. "This isn't a martini you asshole!" I yell, shoving him, making him laugh. Loud. It's straight up vodka. I mean, it isn't the worst thing. But...come on. Mitch then walks into the kitchen and then gives me the REAL martini. "Thank you!" I chime. He nods and smiles. God, he's rediculous sometimes.

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