Daddy Bass

Feelings...

"Mitch Grassi." He said, calmly. "Hello, Mitch, Would you like some food?" Kevin asked, calmly. He eagerly shook his head at the thought of eating. "Ok, let's go get you something to eat." Kevin said with a laugh. I watched them walk into the kitchen. When they were in the kitchen, I walked up to my room to get a shirt. While I was walking, I also thought about him.. I mean Mitch. He was just so....so- stop, your not gay. Or am I? I shook my head and continued up to my room. His faded purple hair, the way he walked. The only sad part about him was the... the... scars. Scars everywhere on his body. Arms, legs, chest, even a few on his face. It was so terrible. Why would anyone even want to do that so such an innocent angel? Like h- OUCH.. I walked into my door. I get distracted way to easily. I shook my head and walked in my room. I walked to my closet and grabbed a simple black shirt and black leather jacket. I threw on the clothes and grabbed a beanie and went back downstairs.

I walked downstairs and heard loud laughter. I looked and saw that everyone was sitting in the kitchen eating, laughing at each others jokes or whatever. I walked over and grabbed some chicken and sat down at the table. "Hey... Avriel?" Mitch said, looking up at me. Scott snickered slightly, stopped himself but shoving chicken in his face. Kevin told him my real name. I'm SO going to kill him. "Yes, that's my name but you can call me Avi." I say, shooting Kevin a death glare. Kirstie let out a laugh, and Scott shoved chicken in her face. Now they were both laughing, putting chicken in each other's faces. He just grinned and watched Kirstie and Scott. When I was finished, I put my plate in the sink and pulled Kevin away from the minature food fight that was erupting. "First of all, I see you told him my real name." Kevin nodded, a smile beginning to form."Second, where is he gonna stay?" Kevin's smile faded as he thought but then quickly reappeared as he said. "He can sleep in the spare room." I nodded and he went back over to the 'fight'.

I walked over to the couch, sat down and watched some Game Of Thrones, since I didn't want to socialize. Eventually, they all put there dishes away, and scattered. Scott and Mitch came over to the living room, presumably to watch game of thrones, while Kirstie went to the bathroom, still laughing and Kevin went to his room to probably read. Scott sat down on the right of me and Mitch on the right of him, I continued to watch tv until Scott asked Mitch,"Hey, I have a question." Mitch nodded, "What is your question?" God, he is so polite. I looked from behind Scott's head to watch him talk. "Do you sing? Or like any music?" Mitchs eyes lit up when he mentioned singing. "I do sing..well did." He looked away, tears filling his eyes."b-but I think I still can." He looked back. "Well, do you want to? We have a recording studio, you can sing there if you want." He nodded his head so fast I thought it would fall off. They got up and walked down to the studio. This might be interesting.

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IM SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED. I just, forgot. PLZ FORGIVE ME.