laced with my doubts.

3

"Miikkkkkkeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyy." I whined obnoxiously loud in my favorite high pitched squeak.

"Mmmmmmiiiiiittttttcccccccchhhhhhhheeeeeeyyyyyyyy." He whined, attempting to mock my squeal.

I jumped back into the air and tried to grab my Beenie out go his incredibly tall and lanky fingers.

"Why do you even call me Mitch, it sounds nothing like my name." I huffed, crossing my arms.

"Well it's either Mitch or Michelle., and I'll say what I want." He teased me like a small child as he stuck out his tongue and jogged around my apartment style hotel room.

"Mike! Give me back my beanie please?!" I shouted at him as I ran to the small upstairs half, almost tripping over half of the carpeted steps in my neon pink socks.

"Come and get me if you want it!" He yelled.

I paused for a moment, I just quietly stood there and tried to listen to where he could be hinting, standing in the closet?

No he'd know I knew where he was right away.

I shook my he and and slowly crept over to the bathroom door.

I kicked it open and yelled, attempting to scare him, I flung open the shower curtain and opened all the cabinets, and still no Mike.

I grumbled at my revelation and walked slowly back to my room.

As I silently crept in a Pair of arms wrapped around me and I squealed with a mix of joy and fright.

"Shhhh, Michelle it's only me." Mike cooed into my ear as he pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek.

"Gross." We hear followed by a fake gagging noise.

We jump and look over to see the other three boys standing at the top of the stair case.

"Assholes." Mike mumbled as he released my body and jogged over to them.

I sighed and turned off all of the upstairs lights.

I quickly shut all the doors and ran down the hall and stairs to meet them in the living area.