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6

I wake up to the sounds of the city, my head pounding. I go to stretch, but feel an arm draped across me, weighing me down. I turn my head and face a sleeping Mitchell. Seeing his face kickstarts my memory and I recall all the events from the night before. Finding a drunken horny Auston in the kitchen, meeting Trevor, dancing with the guys, missing Auston and Eliza, exploring the apartment, looking for them, finding them. It replays in my head over and over again until I can't take it anymore, and finally decided that it's time to get up. When I begin to push myself up, I hear Mitch groan and he tightens his hold on me, pulling me in closer to him. I giggle, and can't help but smile.

"Mitchy, we gotta get up soon, you have practice in a few hours," I say laughing, gently rubbing his forearm which is resting on my stomach.

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath.

He slowly begins to shift, and eventually makes his way to a sitting up position. His hair is messy and his eyes are sleepy. He yawns and stretches, his bare arms and abs flexing. This boy was seriously toned. I catch myself staring, and quickly look away. I decide to distract myself with my phone. Picking it up, I immediately see that I have 4 messages and 5 missed calls from Auston. I instantly put my phone back down, and close my eyes to stop the tears before they start.

"Are you okay?" Mitch asks sadly, making me look up at him.

"I don't think so," I say with a deep breath, "But I will be," I finish.

He nods and looks at me pitifully.

"I'm gonna go make some coffee, you shower and get yourself ready for practice. Make yourself look so hot that it kills him," he says, with a little laugh.

I laugh and roll my eyes at him. He just smiles at me.

"Okay get out of here," I laugh, throwing my pillow at him as I get up.

He giggles and exits my room, as I make my way into my bathroom. I put my clothes into my hamper and turn on my shower. I step into the scalding hot water, not minding it one bit. I've always been known to take hot showers, but I for one think they're soothing. As the burning water runs over my body, I do my usual, washing my hair and my face. I step out of the shower and sigh as my feet hit the fuzzy memory foam rug. I stand here, and close my eyes. Taking deep breaths, I finally decide that I'm ready to go on with my day. Wrapping my towel around myself and putting my hair up in one, I walk out of my bathroom and join Mitch in my kitchen.

"Cecelia you're literally steaming," Mitch says laughing, looking at my skin that was left red by the hot water.

"Shut up," I laughed at his exaggeration.

I grabbed a cup of coffee and walked back into my bathroom, Mitch trailing closely behind me. As I sit in front of my mirror, Mitch plops down on my countertop, and pulls out his phone.

"You know you don't have to sit here with me" I say.

"I know, but I like your company," Mitch says with a smile.

I blush and return his smile. I do my makeup as we sit and chat about random things. Mitch is really good company to have, he's someone that it's nice to talk to when you need cheering up and distracting.

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"You're like an artist," Mitch says quietly, watching me finish up my makeup.

"Y'know, I have quite a few years of experience," I giggle at him.

"You like don't need it though," Mitch says looking at me.