All I want is for you to be happy

Don't listen to anything else today (part 1)

You can see at the beginning of our video “Time to twerk” that I didn’t have my best face on… but Scott always knows how to make me laugh.

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I woke up when something hit my back. Apparently it was my room’s door.

Scott: What ya doing there Caroline? How bad were ya that ya didn’t find the bed gurl? What time did ya arrive?

Mitch: Many questions, Mamma is still sleeping, take what you want and get out Samantha. (I said this with such a sleepy voice that I don’t even know how he understood me)

Scott: Let me carry you to your bed (he picked me up princess style)

Mitch: (I put my arms around his neck, trying to stop my room from spinning around. I looked at his eyes that were the only thing that wasn’t spinning) That’s it! That’s the difference!

Scott: What are you talking about? (He looked at me realizing that I was really drunk)

Mitch: Your eyes can read my soul!

Scott: Yes they can. And they’re telling me that you need to sleep, and as soon as you wake up, you’re going to need a shower, a pretty strong coffee, and some Advil, cuz your head is going to be banging for three days in a row. I’m going to drive Alex to work, and I’ll be here in two hours. I'm going to leave the Advil here with some water, take it as soon as you are up. Don’t take it now because I think you still have too much alcohol in your system. Whatever you need, text me, ok?

Mitch: Yes dad! Good night.

I woke up for the second time that day to the smell of pancakes and bacon. I turned around on my bed, and I saw the Advil and the water that Scott left me there this morning. I took those pills as if there were no tomorrow. Then drawn by the heavenly smell, I left my room and looked towards the kitchen where Scott was cooking what looked like food for twenty people.

Mitch: Are we having a party?

Scott: Good morning Sleeping Beauty! Did I wake you up?

Mitch: This morning with the door… yes. It hurt.

Scott: I’m so sorry! But you told me you weren’t coming to sleep, how could I know that you were home? And not only that, that you were on the floor? How bad were you that you didn’t get to your bed?

Mitch: I was perfectly ok, I just sat down on the floor, because I was untying my sneakers’ laces, then I heard something, I started paying attention to the weird sound, and without even realizing it I just fell asleep on the floor.

Scott: Why did you have to sit on the floor to untie your shoelaces if you were totally fine?

Mitch: Well, are you going to keep on interrogating me all day, or are you going to explain me for whom are you making all that food?

Scott: This little things? They're for you and me… I thought that you might get up really hungry, so I decided to make your favorite breakfast, even though it's lunch time. I even went to Starbucks and brought your usual.

Mitch: Wow! Thank you so much!

Scott: No problem. That’s what friends are for, right?

Mitch: Friends, you are right!

Scott: But friends are for more things though… Can I ask you some more questions? (He tilted his head to the right, smiled at me and blinked a couple of times. I couldn’t resist)

Mitch: Yes… But I have one question first. Why were you in my room this morning?

Scott thought that I wasn’t at home yet so he went in looking for my comic book “not simple” by Natsume Ono, to show something to Alex about the drawings. They later told me something about Scott wanting Alex to draw a similar thing, or Scott liking one of the main characters, Jim. I really don’t remember what it was…