A/N: anybody feeling up for a double because of Future Friends part 2 and the How you Feeling mv and cuz it's Friday?
Mitch was laying down on his bed, working on homework. He heard the doorbell ring and the voice of his best friend, Scott and his mother, talking downstairs. He sighed tiredly as he tried to do the last calculus problem he had. He heard footsteps coming towards his room and his door being thrown open. ''Hey Mitch" he heard the deep voice of Scott. He tossed a hey back at Scott, completely absorbed in his homework. "Whatcha working on?" Scott asked, peering over Mitch's shoulder curiously. "Ugh, just this stupid Calc homework. I don't want it." Mitch complained to Scott.
Scott tried to distract Mitch from his homework by making silly faces at him, but stopped after Mitch snapped "Scott, stop. Let me focus" at him and Scott was left to find different ways to occupy himself. He got on top of Mitch and traced circles around his ribs. Mitch looked at him, annoyance written clear on his face.
He tried to focus on his work, but giggled when Scott ran his fingers over a particularly ticklish spot. "Oh is someone ticklish?" He asked staring Mitch down. Mitch shook his head. "Nope. Not ticklish. Do not even try." He said. Scott narrowed his eyes, knowing when Mitch wasn't being honest. He rolled on top of Mitch, holding him down with his weight and plunged his fingers into his side, tickling him. Mitch cried from laughing too hard. "Stop it. I hate you. " He gasped it between laughs.
"I'll stop if you ditch homework and hang with me." Scott said. Mitch shook his head and Scott continued tickling him. "You made me mad and now you have to face the wrath of the TICKLE MONSTER." Scott bellowed as Mitch laughed and laughed underneath him. "Will the tickle monster go away if I hang out with you?" He asked hopefully. Scott shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not." Mitch rolled his eyes and said "I'll hang with you, but no more tickles." This made Scott roll off of Mitch, allowing Mitch to get up.
He slapped Scott hard on his chest, feeling a small bit of satisfaction when Scott flinched back. "I hate you so much." He said to Scott, who laughed. "No you don't."
"Yes I do"
"No you don't"
"Yes I do"
"No you don't"
"No" Mitch sighed "I don't."
