All I want is for you to be happy

Pet peeves...

*** Before you start reading, there is couple of things that I wanted to say:

1. There is a direct quote from the video, said by Todrick. it is a long quote not little things here and there which I have marked it using Italics.

2. Because the first comment I received made me so happy, I’ve been a little pumped up so I had to write this new chapter and dedicate it to FandomKrazy for her beautiful words. So go check her out too cuz she is da bomb! However I don’t think I would be posting the fourth tho… I hope you don't get mad at me... ;) 

Yesterday when we started moving things in, we realized that we had to decide who will take which room. We both wanted the same one. Scott wanted it because the wardrobe was bigger; I wanted it because of the shape of the room. I know it is a weird reason, but I am pretty peculiar with things being organized in a certain way, and I can’t stand rooms with irregular shapes. Maybe it is just that I am a little bit OCD… but… I need everything around me to be balanced. Well, at least, that is the reason I gave him, which was one of the reasons why I wanted that room.

Scott tried to convince me by giving me a helpless look and pouting. I raised my left eyebrow in disapproval…

Mitch: Gurl, you know that is cheating… I should take that room right away and don’t even worry about you… trying to make me feel sorry for you… agh… that is foul play.

Scott: Oh come on Mitchy! (He looked at me with a cute face that reminded me of a slow loris)

Mitch: Oh hell no! (I made all the emphasis possible on the second word)                      

Truth being told, I was having a really hard time telling him no. But at the same time I loved watching him beg and giving me those cute looks. He was completely adorable. Provably if he would have kept the game on for a couple more minutes, I would have given in.

Scott: (Rolling his eyes) Ok let’s do something to figure this out, cuz I really want to start unpacking things.

Mitch: What about rock, paper, scissors?

Scott: OK, the best out of three?

Mitch: k

Both: rock, paper, scissors!

Mitch: ha! One point for me!

Both: rock, paper, scissors!

Scott: Oooh, you are not so happy now… it seems that Scott can do this too.

Both: rock, paper, scissors!

Mitch: Yaaaasss! And Mitch is the proud owner of the best room!! Thank you, thank you!! (My voice went straight to the weirdest British accent) Sorry my dear!

I needed to keep up the act of being so happy, because I was about to break down looking at his sad face, I couldn’t afford that, I mean… I really wanted that room.

 I didn’t want to hear him and Alex while I was trying to watch a movie in the living room. The room that is now his has the wardrobe separating it from the living room. So I was pretty sure that it would silence any sound that I truly didn’t want to hear. While my now room, had the wardrobe in the left corner as you get in, and the wall that my room and the living room shared was so thin that any little moan could be heard.  

We spent another three days assembling IKEA tables, bookshelves, beds, headboards and hanging posters, and paintings… until our house came together.

 Scott: Todrick is coming!! He says he is going to Starbucks on his way here, do you want something?

Mitch: yep! Same as always!