Bella's POV
"I...I shouldn't have said that," Mitch said as he went to get up. I just pulled on his arm, causing him to fall back into his original position.
"Mitch, you should have." I smiled.
"Listen, I know you don't have feelings for me," He sighed, "But if we're going to get anywhere as friends we need to be completely honest with each other."
"I agree, Mitch. We need to be honest." I agreed. "I missed you a lot," He looked at me and pulled me into a hug.
"I love your hugs," I said, but my voice was softened by his shoulder.
"Stop being cute," He giggled.
"We need to get back to the rest of them or they'll think we're fucking." I laughed and Mitch snorted.
"Fcute," I said and got up, pulling Mitch's arm.
"I was comfortable," He whined.
"I know," I giggled. We walked back to the room where the rest of the band was, and when we walked in the door, we saw something very strange.
"What the hell is Avi doing?" I asked when I saw him trying to sound like a drum.
"He's saying he's really good a beatboxing," Scott said and pulled me into a hug.
"I doubt it," I laughed. I stayed in his arms for a while, hesitating to pull away. I felt safe when I was with Scott; it was something I've never felt before.
"Taco Bell sounds good right now," Mitch blurted out.
"I second that," I said and Scott agreed.
"That sounds really good, actually," Kevin said and looked over at Kirstie, who just smiled and nodded her head.
"Avriel? You in?" I asked him, but he was to distracted by trying to beat box.
"Uh, what?" He asked and looked up at me.
"Taco Bell." I laughed.
"Oh, yeah, cool."
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Regret.
Fanfic"I'm not going," I said to Ashleigh. "Bella, yes you are. I know you have no interest in seeing Mitch, but you should atleast take a chance. It's not like he'll see you in the crowd." She explained. "I swear if he does I'll slit my wrists more than...
