American Dream

Chap 11- movie night

So, I have a feeling that this one might be quite boring...

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Scott's POV

"He broke up with me," Mitch said suddenly. I didn't say anything, just letting him continue. "Just, like it was nothing. At least he didn't do it over the phone," he laughed bitterly.

"Do you wanna talk about it? Or bitch about him?" Rory asked, her second suggestion accompanied with a wicked smile. Mitch shook his head, so she laid hers on his shoulder, thinking. "Wanna watch a movie?" He shrugged, Rory taking that as a yes. "I went shopping earlier, so now I have ice cream- which, by the way, is gluten free- and chocolate. I would have alcohol, but I'm not old enough over here," she grumbled.

"That's a shame," Mitch said weakly, leaning against my shoulder. "I could do with alcohol right now." Rory frowned.

"Drinking is not the way to solve your problems," she scolded, shaking a finger jokingly.

"Chocolate it is then. And ice cream. Do you know a good way to eat ice cream?"

"Do I hell."

Ten minutes later, we were stood around the island, with three empty bowls and basically the contents of Rory's cupboard laid out in front of us.

"First, ice cream. When you make one like this, you can't use chocolate or strawberry- you'll be sick."

"So, vanilla?" I asked. she nodded, grabbing the next thing and the next thing until we had amazing ice cream sundaes in front of us. We all had various mixtures of golden syrup, dried apricot, currants, chocolate pieces, mini marshmallows and silver sprinkles decorating our ice cream mountains, topped generously with whipped cream.

"Where did you learn this combination?" I asked after a mouthful.

"Me and my brothers were messing around one afternoon," she shrugged. "Since then, it's kinda been our thing. Sometimes there are gummi bears, but only if we haven't eaten all day. Dylan was nearly sick the first time."

"Well you and your brothers have good taste," Mitch interjected. "This is probably terrible for me-" "it is." "-but it is amazing." So that was food done. Next, a movie.

"Ugh!" Rory said, frustrated, as she sat in the middle of the living room surrounded by discs.

"Let's watch a kids film," I suggested. "I don't think we're up for grownup problems tonight." She scoffed.

"What's so great about being an adult," she said as she sifted through the pile of discs she had set aside. "It seems a lot less fun. Ohh, Charlie and the chocolate factory?" I shrugged. Mitch took the disk and put it in the player, and Rory turned the lights out. Then, we all settled into the big sofa with our pillows and ice cream, Mitch in between the two of us.

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Rory's POV

I woke up to a phone buzzing somewhere. Disorientated, I looked around to find that the boys and I had fallen asleep on the sofa at some point into the third movie. I sat up and scanned the apartment. There were three empty ice cream bowls next to the sofa, DVD cases scattered across the floor and three mugs on the nearby flat surfaces. An empty heroes box lay on its side, crumpled wrappers spilling out, and one of the two blankets that covered the three of us half trailed on the ground. Mitch was asleep, his head previously on my shoulder and his feet pulled up in front of him, and Scott snored next to him, propped against Mitch's back with one foot over the edge of the sofa.

I smiled, enjoying the silence. It was early morning and still a little foggy as I looked out of the window, perfectly content to just sit there under the blanket. I like LA, I thought happily.

The phone buzzed again, breaking the silence. I slipped out from under the blanket and tracked down the noise, finding it under a couch cushion. It was mine, and it was about to die, so I tiptoed to my bedroom to plug it in. I decided to change while I was there, still in yesterday's clothes, so I switched my shorts and t-shirt for a pair of old blue sweatpants and a tank top.

I snuck back out to the kitchen to make coffee. It was a little chilly, but it would soon warm up, unlike back home. I had just got my mug out, and was debating whether I should make the boys some too, when I heard a noise from the couch. I looked over and saw that Mitch had just woken up and was in the process of trying to get up without waking up Scott. He finally managed, and padded softly over to join me.

"Hey," I said quietly. "How are you doing?"

"I'm okay," he replied. I looked at him. "I will be. It's fine, I've had my breakdown, now I can move on."

"Okay," I said doubtfully. "Do you want a coffee?" He nodded, and I got down another mug. Then I noticed him fidgeting with his sleeves. "I think I have some of Jays clothes, if you want to change," I offered. "I did."

"Are you sure? Please, if that's alright." I went and fetched another pair of sweatpants, and one of Jays T-shirts that I nicked because it had the superman logo on the front.

"Here," I said, chucking the clothes at Mitch as I entered the kitchen. "They might be a little loose, and quite long. I think Jay is taller than you. The bathroom is literally the only other door. You can't miss it," I joked. He left to go change, and I glanced at Scott before finishing the coffee. When Mitch returned, I handed him his. "Better?"

"Mm, much," he said, taking a sip. "I don't know how I slept in those jeans." I giggled. "Shhh, don't wake sleeping beauty," he whispered, trying desperately hard not to laugh. Just then, Scott shifted and we froze.

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That seemed like a nice place to end.

Nothing much happens, but I think it's one of my favourite scenes anyway.

Let me know what you think, and thanks for reading!