(ON HOLD INDEFINITELY) Blondie - Scomiche

four

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"Scott? Scott?"

I'm sucked out of dreamland as I hear someone whispering right next to me. Adjusting to my surroundings, I notice that I'm lying between the back of an unfamiliar couch and someone else. Slowly but surely, I realise that Scott is lying behind me, his chest against my back and his arm wrapped around my waist. I don't move, just keep my eyes shut and stay still.

"Scott?"

The whispering again. It's a girl's voice, no doubt Kirstie's, unless the other two guys are very feminine.

Scott shuffles behind me as I feel his head lift away from the back of my neck,

"Mm, what?" He breathes deeply.

"Who's this?"

I hear Scott sigh as the blanket is pulled up to my chin, "I'll explain later, go away, Kirst.."

Kirst.

"Fine, but I expect a good explanation, Dipdot."

Dipdot.

These nicknames are cute. I wish I had roomies like this, if I called my roomies by cute nicknames like 'Travie' all I'd get is a punch to the mouth.

Scott's fingers trail down my arm, starting at my shoulder and leading down to my own fingertips, leaving chills along their path. I force myself out of my half-awake slumber and open my eyes, running my hand through my bed head as I go.

"Good morning..." Scott whispers, his breath hitting the skin behind my ear.

"Coffee." I grunt, "I need coffee."

Scott giggles, "coffee, right... I'll go get you some.."

I roll over as he stands up, and it's now that I notice his messy bed hair and the fact that he's wearing nothing but tracksuit bottoms. His upper body creates swirls and sparks inside me, but maybe that's just because I'm desperate. Meh.

"How do you like it?"

Tall, blonde and incredibly handsome, you?

"Earth to Mitch, hello?"

I blink a few times, shaking my head as I zone back into reality, "oh... Um, no milk, no sugar.. Thank you.."

Come on now, Mitch. Get your frickin' act together and stop day dreaming about a noodle, jeez, I seriously need some action because I think that momma is getting desperate.

Scott smiles as if he's reading my thoughts as he brings over my coffee. I sip the warm liquid from an Elmo mug, smiling as it runs down my throat.

"You should feel lucky," Scott sighs heavily, sitting beside me, "that's my favourite mug."

I bite my lip, "I'm honoured."

"Did you sleep well?"

I nod, resting my coffee on my lap, "yes, thank you... And thanks for letting me stay, it's been a while since I slept through a whole night.."

"I'm glad you slept well," he giggles, "you're quite a cuddler.."

"A cuddler?" I raise my brow, "I don't think so."

I'm not a cuddler. Any form of human contact makes me wanna throw up, unless it's from an extremely attractive male model.

"Trust me, you had your head in the crook of my neck and your hands on my chest for most of the night."