Make a Choice

Chapter 16- Last moments

          Mitch's P.O.V.

     I opened my eyes and was greeted with bright light coming in from the window. I closed my eyes and threw the blanket over my head. I heard a small chuckle from the other side of the room and the sound of a canon.

     "And here my fearful viewers, is the Mitchell rising from a deep sleep." I groaned and turned over pulling the blanket off my head. I let my eyes adjust to the bright room and see Jerome is recording a Hunger Games.

     "Do you have facecam on?" I asked in my deep morning voice. I heard Jerome laugh once more and I looked at him. He had the webcam fixed on him but I was in the background. I groaned and tossed the blanket off. I stood up and made my way over to my homework desk.

     I was shirtless so I grabbed a random shirt on the ground and tossed it on. It smelt like Jerome, so it must be his shirt. After I pulled the shirt on I wrapped my arms around his neck and bent down to be in the camera. I smiled at the camera and focused on the game he was playing.

     "Why are you recording in my room?" I ask still sleepily. I yawned and layed my forehead on his shoulder. Jerome pet the top of my head and replied.

     "I didn't want to leave my Benj!" He chirped and checked a few chests nearby. I smiled and moved my hands down his sides. He shivered but ignored me and chased after someone yelling at them. He voice shook but he managed to stay calm. I smirked, my head still in his shoulder. The camera could not see half his chest.

     'This will be fun.' I thought and talked my hands down further. I felt his breath hitch slightly, but he managed to keep his commentary cool and collective. I knew he was trying to get the game over with because he began to yell-ish at the screen for players to come to him. I smirked again and posted with the edge of his shirt.

     "MITCH! I DIED!"He yelled at the screen and threw his hands up.

     "Mutation pass?" I mumbled into his shoulder.

     "Already used it." He grumbled and instantly went into his happy mood.

     "Anyway thank you all for watching see you in the next game!" Jerome ended the recording and webcam and I began kissing his neck. He moved his head to the side and reached his hands up to by head. I began kissing up his neck and he bit his lip as I found his sweet spot. I smirked and I could tell he knew he was screwed.

     I sucked and nibbled at his sweet spot making him moan. I smirked against his skin and I grabbed his shirt pulling it up as my hands travled across his warm skin.

     Suddenly he turned the chair around and pushed me back slightly hard. I stepped back and the back of my knees hit the bed and I fell back on it. Jerome stood up and took off his shirt and climbed above me. I held my breath and he began to kiss my neck.

     "The tables have been turned Mitch." He whispered seductively into my ear. I shivered and wrapped my arms around his neck. He kissed up my jaw line and the corner of my mouth. He waited a few seconds before kissing me fully on the lips. I melted into the kiss and he pulled away. I whimpered and he laughed.

     He trailed his hand down pulling the shirt I had on, off. He kissed down my chest and stopped. He looked up at me and I nodded. He placed his thumb under the edge of my jeans, and the worse thing happened.

     "MITCH!" I heard Ty's voice ring through the house. I groan and laughed as Jerome jumped about a mile high. I heard footsteps running up the stairs and I sat up fast and threw my shirt on just as Ty ran in.

     "Uh..." Ty looked at Jerome who was sitting criss-cross at the foot of the bed. He then looked at me who had Jerome's shirt on. I looked down and blushed. I brought my knees up to my chest and looked at Ty.

     "Did I interrupt something?" He pointed to me then Jerome.

     "NO!" I yelled.

     "Yes." Jerome said casually.

     We spoke at the same time and I looked at him with disbelief. I grumbled something to myself and looked back at Ty.

     "Why are you here?" I asked as I saw tear stains on his face. His chest was heaving and he was grabbing his shirt. I stood up, ignoring my 'problem' and walked over to him. Jerome stood up and swung his arm over Ty's shoulder.

     Ty did not respond. Instead he handed me a piece of paper that was crinkled up in his pocket of his jeans. He fell onto the bed and hugged his knees.

          Dear Ty,

     'I am sorry to say but I have left you. I needed some time alone and  so I headed to a friend's to help me. I hope you understand.'

                    Love Adam.

     I looked up at the now crying Ty and felt bad. He believed Sky actually wrote it.

     "Why would he leave me!?" Ty cried and buried his head into his hands. I walked over to him and laughed. He looked up at me and growled.

     "This isn't his handwriting... and when does he call himself Adam?" Jerome added.

     "Wait!" Ty snatched the paper and reread it. His eyes widened and he looked at me.

     "I know who it is!" He said and crumbled the paper.

     "Who?" Jerome asked sitting beside him.

     "Dawn."

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Boom, boom, pow!

《Peachy》