Mitch's POV
I waited frantically at the door. Scott could be here any minute. Do I look bad? I don't have on makeup. I'm still wearing my pajama bottoms.
"I'll be right back," I yelled to Kirstie as I rushed up the stairs. I barged into my room grabbing a random pair of jeans off my bed.
I took my brush from my vanity and made my bed head look decent. Running to the bathroom, I brushed my teeth. I washed my face and put on a little bit of moisturizer.
The doorbell rang just as I started applying my concealer. I added some more and started rubbing it in. When I looked decent, I started for the stairs.
Slowly, the sound of Kirsties' and a deep voice flooded my ears. I'd finally made it down and couldn't help but stare at the beautiful, blonde.
He had bright blue eyes that reminded me of the sky. He was pale but, not sickly, it was more natural. His hair had a quiff style that looked a lot like waves.
Scott turned his attention to me and
I couldn't help but run into his arms.
He lifted me off the ground and hugged me tightly. Kirstie took a picture and giggled.Scott released me and glanced at my face, "You're beautiful," He kissed my cheek. "Absolutely beautiful," I blushed at his words.
"So, you are cute when you blush?" Scott gushed at my embarrassment.
"Stop...I'm not blushing," I hid my face behind my hands. "It's just hot in here."
"Okay, Princess,"Scott put me down and gave me a proper hug. I held onto him tight, not wanting to let go.
When we released each other he went and gave Kirstie a hug. She was surprised at how tall he was, "You're 3 feet taller than me."
"I'm 6'4," Scott says.
I walked over to Scott and wrapped my arms around his neck, "You need a man like this, Kirst."
"Can I have him?" She asked teasingly.
"Sorry. Scotty, here, is all mine."
"All yours," He said.
I'm thinking about deleting this book. It's honestly not that good. I love writing it but, I feel like it's just trashy and my writing is bad. Tell me what you think.
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