Love Behind Bars

Light in the Hallway

Mitch's POV

I woke up in complete darkness. What had just happened? I turned on the lights Scott and I were both shirtless in the closet. Oh god...Scott was out cold. That wasn't a dream at all!

Vri's POV

DJ and I were still awake. Scott and Mitch were probably passed out in the closet, but we didn't dare check. Everyone else was asleep on the couches around us. We walked downstairs and turned on a movie.
"So what do you think Scott and Mitch did in that closet?" DJ said giving me a smirk.
"Well probably the same thing they do every night." I laughed. She laughed back.
"Obviously. Why won't they just open up to us that they love each other? They are basically married." DJ said.
"Exactly! Speaking of them, we should probably go check and see if they are ok."

We walked up the stairs, over to the large closet. Mitch and Scott were both shirtless and unconscious. DJ and I looked at each other, jaw dropped.
"OH MY GODDD" DJ whisper-shouted. I silently laughed.
"Oh Mitchyyyy" I whispered tapping the half-bare boy. He didn't wake up until the third time. His eyes opened with alarm.
"Mitch, what happened in here?" DJ said smiling.
"Oh my god, I swear, it's not what it looks like. We were drunk."
"Um..hell yeah you were!" I said.
Mitch sat up and reached for his shirt. He slipped it on over his head.
"Scott..wake up." Mitch said hitting Scott's chest lightly.
Scott gasped and sat up, as if he had a bad dream. He looked at the tenor.
"Oh hi Mitchy." he said. DJ and I giggled, and Scott noticed.
"Oh god, how long have you been here?" the blonde asked us worriedly.
"Why so worried?" I said, giving DJ a smirk. He was speechless and rolled his eyes.
"Mitch, hand me my shirt." Scott said.
Mitch reached over and grabbed Scott's pastel button-up. He put it on, and started to button it.
"Hey, we should do something while the others are asleep. We should toilet paper Kirstie's house!"
"Ooh..but wait, will we get in trouble?" DJ asked.
"C'mon Deej, why would Kirstie get us in trouble? She's our friend. She wouldn't care as long as we helped clean up after."
"True, I guess. But if we get it trouble, it's all on you!" DJ said jokingly.
"Yeah, yeah. Vri, do you have, like, 20 things of toilet paper?" Mitch said sarcastically.
"Yeah we have like 10 rolls upstairs. Come help get 'em."

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DJ's POV

We finally arrived at Kirstie's house, toilet paper in hand. We each took about two shots before we came here. Except me, so I drove.
"Well, who wants to to first?"
"Ooh me!" Mitch said running up to a dead tree, with one roll of toilet paper. He unwound some of it, then threw  it high above his head. The loose strand caught the highest branch and the rest of the roll streamed down the rest of the tree. He jumped with joy. Scott clapped for him and me and Vri looked at each other, as if to say: "God, they're so in love!"
Scott went next. He threw a roll over the roof above the door. Bullseye!

We had just about done the whole house by 1:09am. We saw a light in the hallway of the house flicker on, casting a shadow of a man on the wall. 'Who the heck..' I thought. We saw someone open a curtain, but we couldn't make out a face.

Mitch's POV

I looked closely at the face I saw in the window. It was an old man who seemed angry. And I've seen Kirstie's grandfather before. That definitely wasn't him. The old man dropped the curtain and walked over to the front door. He opened it, in shock of what he saw. We were all standing behind a large tree, not fully covered.
"Who's there? Who did this?" the old man screamed angrily. We all looked at each other, and decided not to answer him.
"Guys..I don't think this is Kirstie's house. I think we got the wrong address.." Scott said.
"Yeah no shit, Sherlock! Now what? He's going to call the cops!" Vri whisper-shouted.
"No he won't." DJ said trying to positive things up.
" I'm calling the cops!" The old man shouted. We all looked at DJ with a death stare.
Scott stood up. I freaked out.
"Sir, I'm sorry. We thought this was a friends house. Please don't call the cops on us. We'll clean everything!" Scott said eagerly.
"This is property vandalism! A crime!" said the man, scolding Scott. He went a long with his call.
"Hi, yes, police? There are young hooligans who have come to my house and done serious property vandalism!" There was a pause.
"Okay, yes. See you soon." he hung up.
"The cops will be here any minute!" He scolded. I pulled out my phone to text Aria. I told her we wouldn't be coming home anytime soon and to meet us in court.
At this point, we heard sirens.