Hushed (Book 2 of the Silent Series)

List Of 11 Rules

Scott finally moved all of his things into the empty bedroom in the house, a nice smile on his face while doing it. He got off to a rough start in Los Angeles, but things were getting okay now. Mitch and him talked everything out even more than before. They were in a really good place right now.

Scott, Kirstie, and Mitch had even had a planned group discussion a few nights ago. They all agreed on a few things, even made a list of 11 rules.

1.) No nicknames when in arguments.
2.) Always ask each roommate before inviting people over.
3.) Everyone eats dinner, no matter what.
4.) Always knock on each other's door when they're in there with the door shut (unless emergencies happen).
5.) Use your own bathroom unless given permission to use others.
6.) If staying up late and others aren't, try to keep the noise down.
7.) Everything in the fridge is shared. No one gets their own food unless for special occasions.
8.) Take turns doing laundry.
9.) Pets = discussion between group.
10.) Just be responsible. Don't do anything stupid.
11.) BE FUCKING HAPPY AND AMAZING ROOMMATES.

Kirstie insisted on including the last one, because she wanted at least one good rule.

They talked for three hours in their meetings, agreeing on things like jobs and driving. Mitch still couldn't drive, and he was getting his license soon. He would need a ride for a long time before he could drive in his own. They all agreed on individual jobs. They could live together, but not work together. They'd get sick of each other a lot easier that way.

They also convinced Mitch to do speech therapy again. Scott was going to call Ms. Carmichael soon, and start Mitch up again where they left off. Mitch also agreed on eating two meals a day. He got to choose which ones, but Scott and Kirstie were ecstatic to get him to eat at all.

They barely even thought he'd eat one meal, let alone two. It made Scott smile so bright he thought his teeth may fall out.

Scott's room was just finished. He had put his clothes into the dresser and had decorated it just how he liked. The pictures that he had in Arlington had now taken a new place in Los Angeles, sitting on the wall and in tables.

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Mitch found himself wandering into Scott's new room, shutting the door behind him. He was home alone as Scott was looking for a job and Kirstie was helping him.

His eyes wander across old high school pictures, things from the very beginning of their senior year. Before they had any issues. When it was just Scott and Mitch, no problems and no feelings. As just friends.

Mitch could barely remember a time when there wasn't some type of issue. He hasn't even realized that many issues started up when they grew to fall for each other.

He wanders around, eventually crawling up and into the bed. It was the same blankets and pillow case that he had in Arlington, and Mitch bundled up in them.

They smelled like him, and Mitch could remember all of the times that they would cuddle and relax in them. He couldn't wait to start doing that again. Sure, Mitch loved cuddling, but cuddling could've been done with anyone. Scott's touch was a completely different feeling.

It was so soft and calming, like it could sooth him until he could fall asleep. It relieved him of tension.

They way he softly ran his fingers up and down his arms, his other hand around his waist and pulling him closer. How he'd occasionally press his lips to Mitch's skin, whether it be on the shoulder, the cheek, or even the lips.

But the feeling was almost foreign. They hadn't had one of these moments in forever, and Mitch missed it. He cuddles himself even further into Scott's sheets.

He missed Scott's kisses. He always knew the perfect time to lightly peck him, and always knew when Mitch wanted something a little more...heated.

But Mitch found his eyes closing, until he wasn't awake anymore. He was sound asleep on Scott's bed, the time only being 7:30 at night.

The door opens, and a familiar blonde drops his belongings before noticing the small boy in his bed. He smiles to himself before quickly changing into his pajamas, which contained a pair of pajama pants and no shirt.

He slowly and cautiously creeps into the bed, wrapping his arm around Mitch's waist.

Mitch was scared at first. He sprung up and immediately turned around to face Scott. Once he recognized the face, he throws his arms around him.

"I w-want cu...ddle..s." Mitch sputters. The blonde chuckles and moves to a more comfortable position for both of them. Mitch smiles into Scott's embrace, pushing further into him.

"I loved coming home and seeing you in my room, baby." Scott says, a voice so soft and so reassuring. Mitch couldn't help but smile even brighter. "Do you want to stay in here tonight?" Mitch immediately nods.

"Mmmmm." Mitch hums in happiness. He hadn't been this happy in a long time. Scott lays a small peck on his lips.

"Mitch?" Scott says. Mitch shoots his eyes to Scott's. Scott smiles, running his hand along Mitch's jaw bone. "God, you're gorgeous." Scott whispers. Mitch pulls himself up and kisses his jaw. "I'm almost 120% sure that I'm completely and utterly in love with you."

"Superman..." Mitch's eye bugged out so much he thought they would explode. But Mitch couldn't say anything, and there was so much he wanted too.

So he desperately places his lips on Scott's, hoping the feeling was enough to let Scott know that he felt exactly the same.

Their hands couldn't contain themselves from touching every part of each other's bodies. Once they started, they couldn't stop. They found each other to be like a drug, so addicting.

Scott and Mitch couldn't get enough of each other.

The rough and passionate kisses, wild hands, and soft moans were constant at the moment, but the the need for each other was never ending. While this moment would eventually end, the thought of it would rapidly continue.

Mitch had never been in love, and neither had Scott. Mitch had been convinced he was in love, but found out he wasn't. Scott always knew he wasn't.

The feeling was so amazing to of finally found someone so compatible and amazing. It's like a miracle had been placed right in front of you for nothing in return.

Being in love was like sleep. It's amazing. The feeling of being able to let your mind die out and be taken over by absolutely nothing was like none other. That's the normal part, which resembled the relationship in total. The part that gets even better is the dreams, which resembles times when you enjoyed each other's presence more than usual, like kissing and cuddling. It adds to the already amazing feelings, but then come the nightmares, which represents the fighting and if worse came to worse, the break up. They're awful, but eventually everything goes back to normal.