Southpaw

Chapter 5

I finally fell asleep around 9 am, Mitch curled up against me in my lap.

"Scott?" I heard Mitch whisper. I was still half asleep and I felt him get off of my lap and run into the bathroom. I groaned and got up, pulling a pair of shorts on and walking down the hall tiredly.

"Mitch, open the door please." I rubbed my eyes. "It's too early for this." Mitch sniffled and unlocked the door. I opened it and looked at him, sighing softly. "What's wrong?" He shook his head, hiding his face. I walked over to him, kneeling down. "If you're not gonna tell me," I shrugged and got up, walking towards the door. "I guess I'll just go back to bed, night Mitch."

"Wait! Wait please don't leave me please!" He choked out. I walked back over to him, kneeling back down. Mitch looked at me, scared.

"What?! What's wrong?!" I looked behind me, then back at him. I was confused, he seems scared of me. I reached my hand out to cup his cheek. He quickly pulled away, slapping my hand hard and covering his face. I moved closer, looking at him as his eyes peeked out at me. I crossed my eyes, looking upwards. I heard him giggle quietly and smiled, unfocusing my eyes and looking at him. He sniffled and giggled again, biting his lip. I laughed softly, blinking and locking eyes with him. "Now, what's up, kiddo?" I asked, looking at his facial features.

"I had a dream-nightmare, actually. And you-" Mitch stopped, shaking his head. "You did things that I didn't want." He looked down and stopped again. I shook my head and pulled him close, hugging him. "Y-You used m-me S-Scott. I-I didn't make y-you stop c-cause you h-had a gun t-to my head."

"And why would I do that?" I whispered softly.

"You said you were a fighter and I, that stuck in my head." He said, leaning against me.

"Well, that obviously will never happen, seeing you're only my roommate," I stood up, holding my hand out. "So let's go back to my bed and lay down, I haven't slept all night." I said, chuckling as he grabbed my hand. I helped him up, walking back to my bed and laying down. I rolled over, facing the wall, thinking about the gun under my bed. Did he find it? I bit my lip, feeling Mitch lay next to me, our backs together. I rolled over, running my hands up the back of his shirt, feeling him jerk and whine. I slowly rubbed his back, smiling when he calmed down and leaned into my hands. I slowly slithered my hands around him, pulling him close. Hes skinny, really skinny, actually. That can't be healthy. I pressed my head against his back, closing my eyes. Mitch put his hand over mine though the shirt, making me smile as he turned his head to face me.

"S-stop." He whispered.

"Stop what?" I asked worriedly, moving my hands. Mitch grabbed them, keeping them on his torso.

"Acting like you care." Mitch said, suddenly, getting up. He turned around and looked at me. I raised my eyebrow, confused.

"About?"

"Me, my weight, I felt you feeling my ribs. I know I'm not the healthiest but that doesn't mean you can get into it, it's none of your damned business." Mitch suddenly said in a rude, sassy tone. My eyes widened as he walked over to my chair and sat down, crossing his arms and looking at his phone. I rolled my eyes, seeing him shoot me a dirty look. "Do you seriously want to do this? Because obviously I'm not in a good mood, don't roll your fucking eyes at me." Mitch said, making me roll my eyes again. I looked at my phone, going through Instagram. My phone was slapped out of my hand and the battery fell out, three parts scattering across the floor. I looked up at Mitch in a pissed off mood, getting up.

"Mitch what the fuck? I want you to listen to me." I grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling his face close to mine. He gasped and shut his mouth, his face turning completely white. I locked eyes with him, opening my mouth to talk, Mitch closing his eyes. I sighed, setting him down. "Sorry I-" I shook my head, letting go of him and laying down. He shook his head, sitting next to me. I kept my eyes on the wall in front of me, thinking about everything. "What if I take you out? We could go get dinner tonight... I'm sorry, Mitch, I didn't mean to put my hands on you I just-" I went silent when mitch moved my face to look at him. I looked at his facial expressions, whispering softly. "H-Hi" Mitch didn't say anything, just pressed his lips to mine. I kissed him softly,  blushing when we pulled away.

"I'd love to go on a date...Sounds relaxing..." Mitch whispered,  laying next to me and cuddling up into my chest.