Special

Chapter Eight

High School Musical is the best thing that has ever happened to me...just saying.xD

I HAVE A NEW IDEA FOR A BOOK TOO!!!

It won't come out until The Unbreakable Bond/Will I is over though. When those two are over, I will only have my collab book,  Secrets, and Special left. I can't wait for the new book though.;)

Mitch opened his eyes, adjusting to the light in his line of vision. He groaned, pain in his head as he sat up. He put his hand on his temple, being pushed back softly by Alyssa.

"Sit up slowly," Alyssa commanded in a motherly voice, looking at Mitch worriedly. Scott stood behind her, Mariposa in his arms. "You passed out. You've been passed out for the past forty five minutes."

"Oh," Mitch whispered, whimpering at the pain. Alyssa was quick to give him medicine, frowning as she saw the pain in Mitch's eyes. "Did I really fall that hard?"

"You fell on one of the kids' toys. A block to be more specific," Scott spoke up, sitting down next to his husband. Mitch nodded, resting his head on Scott's shoulder. "Take it easy, okay? You might have a concussion."

"Okay, Prince Erik. Um, is the window okay? It broke."

"The window will be fixed, but you're the only thing that matters right now," Scott reassured, brushing the purple hair back. Mitch smiled as Alyssa pushed him back into the bed. "Go to sleep, okay? Alyssa will check in you every hour to see if you are okay."

"Wait, everyone is spending the night?" Mitch asked excitedly, a weak smile on his face. Alyssa nodded, a smile growing on her face. "That makes me so happy!"

Mitch frowned suddenly, crossing his arms as he glared at Scott. The tall blond widened his eyes, wondering why Mitch did that.

"Mitch, are you giving attitude?"

Mitch shook his head, picking up his stuffed Ariel. For the past three or four years he's had it, it has lost most of its stuffing. The stuffed toy was still valuable to him and he could never let it go.

Even if Kirstin bought it for him.

"Then what is it, love? You just don't glare at people for no reason."

"If you watch The Little Mermaid without me, I am going to steal your peanut butter."

Scott laughed, shaking his head as Mariposa moved around a bit. He kissed Mitch's hurt temple, smiling when the Special's smile grew.

"If you steal my peanut butter, I'll steal your GoldFish."

"If you steal my GoldFish, I'll steal your eyebrows...wait..."

Alyssa burst out laughing, tears gathering in her eyes as Scott's jaw dropped open. The Lead Alpha handed Mariposa to the female Beta, tickling Mitch right away.

"Noooooouuhhh."

"YOU CAN'T STOP ME!"

Mitch laughed as tears ran down his cheeks, practically wrestling Scott off him. He hissed in pain when his head began to hurt again, taking away Scott's fingers from his sides. The blond looked at him worriedly, his blue eyes wide.

"Are you okay, love?"

"Yeah. My head just hurts," Mitch replied, rubbing his temple soft just. He yawned quietly, rubbing his eyes like a small child would. "I'm sleepy."

"I would expect so," Alyssa commented, putting the blankets over Mitch's lithe body. "Go to sleep. I'll get up in an hour or so. Maybe we could play some games with the others."