Scott's POV
I sat down on the couch, about seven inches away from Mitch. I looked at him, and he looked at me. Then I gave a "yeah" signal. Mitch crawled over, and wrapped his legs around my waist. I shoved his upper-body onto mine. And our lips crashed. Just then there was a knock at the door. "Oh my god!" Mitch said annoyed. "One sec" I said as I got up. I opened the door, it was Kirstie. "Hi" I said. "Hey guys" She said hoping Mitch would hear. But, nope, he was just staring into space. Probably thinking. "Are you guys busy?" she said. "No. It's fine." I said. Mitch mumbled something, but I couldn't understand. "Scott. I know that voice. You start talking high pitched when something's going on." she said. "ill come back tomorrow" she said and left. Then I returned.
Mitch's POV
Finally Scott returned. Then we went back to kissing. After what seemed like 5 minutes Scott picked me up, and carried me to his bedroom. Since it was late, we did a little bit, then went into the kitchen.
Scott's POV
We got some beers and whine out. I drank 5 beers and Mitch drank a bottle of whine. We must have been pretty drunk, because all I remember is me calling Kirstie, and saying "Hi mom. Can you come over? Cuz me and Mitch are........" And then Mitch took the phone and said "Ya mom. Come over, we have a surprise." then he hung up.
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FanfictionMitch and Scott move into a small apartment in LA. Will one drunken night come between them? Is Mitch trying to give Scott a hint? Find out. P.S. I get paragraphs from my friend. So it's not all mine.
