Daddy Bass

So Close...

I stumbled around the house as I looked for the other four. I didn't bother waking Scott up because he would probably just roll off of the counter into the pool of vomit and pass out again. I staggered through the living room, seeing bottles and bottles of vodka, fireball, beer, you name it, it was there. There was also the occasional shattered something that was glass on the ground. I stumbled into Mitch's room that was downstairs to see him passed out on the floor, a half full bottle of beer next to his hand. I decided that instead of leaving him there like Scott on the counter, to wake him up. I picked up the bottle half full beer and put it on his crowded nightstand. I leaned over him then gently shook him. "Mitch.. Mitch.. Miiiiitch" I kept saying to him. About 5 minutes later he finally woke up. He looked around very confused. "W-where am I?" He looked up at his nightstand full of drinks. "T-that can't be mine, I-I don't drink," He says shakily. "Well maybe not all of them are, but at least 2 of them are" I say to him. I help him up off of the floor. And then he looked up to me. We were VERY close to each other...like body to body close. He started to lean forward. I leaned forward as well. He wrapped his arms around my waist as he started to lean forward towards my face. "Rise and shine! We need to clean up th-" Someone says, walking into the room. We scramble away from each other, blushing intensely. It was Kevin, of course. He looked very energetic and not a mess like the rest of us. Considering that he doesn't drink, he was probably up in his room reading, or putting together new song ideas. He isn't much of a partier. "Ummmm" He stammers, looking between us. I look down at Mitch, his face a bright red tone. "W-we weren't d-doing a-anything, h-he was helping m-me up, and I a-almost tripped" He stuttered. Kevin nodded, unaware of what we were actually doing. "Sureeeee" He says sarcastically. Dammit.. maybe he was aware. "Well do you guys need any help cleaning this room up first?" He says, walking in. "N-no we will be fine, thanks though" I say, answering. I wanted alone time with Mitch for once. "Ok.. just don't "help him up" anymore..just incase he might "trip"" Kevin says with a wink, walking out of the room going to find/wake everyone else up. I closed the door in a hurry. Mitch had already begun cleaning the drinks off of the nightstand. "Hey, can you get me a trashbag?" Mitch says, looking up at me from this stand. He looked very very tired and hungover, but he still had that red tint to his face, that didn't seem like it was leaving anytime soon. As long as I was in the room anyways... "Yea" I tell him, trying to stop staring. I left them room and felt his eyes on me as I walked out.

Hey guys! Sorry I haven't been posting, my laptop broke :////// BUT! I went to a PTX concert on Dec 10 and let me just say... SCOTT AND MITCH HIGH FIVED ME WHILE I DANCED WITH KEVO AND MITCH WOW IM SCREAMING. But anyways, the concert was amazing. Bai guys!