Stash of Minecraft One Shots

Merome #6 I think

Mitch glanced over at Jerome, who was curled up in the seat next to him, passed out. He gripped the arm rest as the plane bumped over another spot of turbulence. For someone who traveled a lot, he hated flying. Adam was passed out in the row across from them, snoring heavily. How the hell do people sleep on planes anyways? Mitch scrunched his eyes shut, and a light pressure on his hand made him open them again. Jerome’s dark eyes stared over at him, and he patted Mitch’s hand.

“It’s gonna be fine Biggums, we won’t be going down.” Mitch nodded. Easy for you to say. He thought, and closed his eyes again. There was some shuffling, and Jerome shook his hand again. He opened his eyes, and smiled. Jerome had pulled out Mitch’s headphones, a set that a fan had sent him. The checkered pattern had been painted on the ear buds. Mitch slipped one into an ear, and offered the other to Jerome. Jerome made a funny face, and grabbed it. “What we gonna listen to?” Mitch shrugged, scrolling through his phone. Jerome randomly poked his screen, and Mitch looked at him in fake shock.

“You didn’t?” Jerome smirked, then his eyebrows furrowed.

“Mitch, why do you have One Direction on your phone?”

“I liked one of their songs, okay?” Mitch cried, while Jerome snickered. (Sorry Mitch, it had to be done.) Mitch sunk down in his seat, pulling his jacket tighter around his body. Jerome leaned over, and kissed a specific spot on Mitch’s neck, causing his entire body to heat up. He squirmed uncomfortably, while Jerome just smirked. The Bacca settled back down in his seat, still smirking. Mitch sighed, and leaned his head on Jerome’s shoulder. Jerome kissed the top of his head.

“Night Mitch,” Night? He wasn’t sleepy. His own thoughts contradicted his body, and he slowly fell asleep.

“Mitch, come on, wake up, we’re here.” Mitch groaned, and rolled over. A bright light pierced his eyelids, and he reluctantly opened them. An amused Jerome was staring at him.

“What happened?”
“You fell asleep.” Mitch shot up like an arrow.

“I what?!” Jerome chuckled.

“You fell asleep over Chicago. We’re here.” Adam leaned over the both of them.

“Jason’s waiting for us come on.” Adam disappeared into the crowd of people getting off the plane. Mitch stood, and stretched, hearing his joints crack. He reached above the seats, and pulled his and Jerome’s bags, and their shared rolling bag down. They left the plane, with Jerome teasing Mitch still about his musical choices.

“Hey, they’re decent, okay?”

“A British boy band dude, you’re betraying our continent!” Jerome poked Mitch’s sides, causing him to laugh. None of Team Crafted knew they were dating, or even had feelings for each other. It sucked, but they easily covered it up with their antics. Jason was leaning against a wall, checking something on his phone. Adam’s bags lay abandoned at his feet, and Mitch assumed that the famous Youtuber had run to the bathroom. Jason looked up.

“Oh hey guys. Adam ran to the bathroom. I rented a car already.”

“When did you get here?” Jason slid his iPhone back in his pocket.

“Two days ago.” Adam came racing back, panting.

“Sorry, ran into a fan.” Mitch chuckled, slinging his backpack onto his shoulders.

“As George Washington said, lezzz goooo!” Mitch cried, running off. 

“No Biggums that is wrong!”Jerome shouted, running after him.

“I am pooped.” Mitch muttered, falling face first onto his bed. Jerome laughed, and fell down beside him. The two were sharing a hotel room, and it looked like they were going to share one of the two beds anyways. 

“Tell me about it. I’m going to do a vlog.” Jerome got up, and began to rifle through his bag. Mitch slowly got up, and peeked into the bathroom.

“I’m going to shower, be out in ten.” Mitch grabbed a fresh pair of boxers, and a set of shorts before closing, and locking the bathroom door. He loved Jerome, but Mitch had learned quickly that Jerome would forget that Mitch was in there, and walk in randomly. Last time, Mitch was about to get out of the shower, when Jerome walked in, screamed, and ran out. He’d apologized thousands of times, but Mitch would just wave him off. The guy was used to living alone with his dog. Mitch shook himself back to reality, and hopped into the shower. He was out in record time. He pulled on his clothes, and walked back out into the room. Jerome was sitting by the window, playing with his phone. Mitch tossed the dirty clothes into a bag, and crawled under the covers. Jerome started his vlog. Mitch interjected a couple times, but was mostly silent. Jerome shut off his camera, and climbed into the bed with Mitch.

“What do you think of the house?” Mitch yawned, pulling his knees closer to his chest.

“Its nice.” Jerome chuckled, and kissed Mitch’s forehead.

“Night dude, love you.”

“Love you too Biggums.” 

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So if this is bad, I blame my editor who is in Maine at the moment! (glares in distance) Haha. So I was listening to the new 1 Direction song, Story of My Life, and I tried to make a song fic out of it, but it kinda morphed into this. So whatcha think? Besides that I might be crazy for liking 1D. Anyways, the usual, don’t do drugs, eat chocolate, take risks that won’t put your life in danger, and ByE :)