Scott pov
Mitch picked up my Beyonce magazine and chucked it at me.
"Mitch please! I'm sorry." I yelled.
"If you was sorry, you wouldn't have done it in the first place." Mitch yelled at me.
"Mitch-" I started but he cut me off because he threw a wooden spoon at me and it hit me in the eye.
"Leave me alone Scott! Why'd you do it? Am I not good enough for you? Was he better than me? I want to know!"
"Mitch calm down."
"No tell me what happened." He yelled.
"Mitchie, calm down so your anxiety doesn't climb through the roof and all the way to Japan." I said trying to calm him.
He took a few deep breaths and said more calmly, "Scott, why did you do it?"
Before I answer him, let me tell y'all what happened. It was earlier tonight around 10:00, we've been at it for about 2 hours. Anyway,
*Flashback*
I'm so bored, and a little under the influence. I wondering where Mitch is... I was about to turn to him when someone kissed me and I, being under the influence and thinking it was Mitch, kissed back.
"Really Scott?" I heard Mitch say. Oh my gosh...
"Mitch. I-I'm Sorry."
"Save it Scott. I'm going to the car." He said.
I pushed the guy, who I later found out was Alex, away from me and went to the car.
Mitch was sitting there crying with his head in his hands.
"Mitchie-"
"Don't." He said and started driving.
*Flashback Over*
Mitch pov
"Why'd you do it?" I asked and didn't give him time to explain. Yes, I know I'm being petty and yes, I know I don't know the whole story but I'm too mad to care. I threw more things at him asking the same question.
"Why'd you do it? Does he kiss better? Do you-" I didn't finish because he walked up to me and kissed me. All my anger flew out the window.
"I'm sorry baby. I was under the influence and I thought it was you but when I heard your voice I knew I screwed up. Do you forgive me?" He asked and I nodded. Damn I'm too forgiving.
"Good. Let's go upstairs and I'll make it up to you." He said. We all know where this is going.
We went upstairs, took our shirts off cause it gets hot easily, and grabbed a pillow.
"Ready?" he asked and I nodded.
"Go!!!"
We had a pillow fight.
He won but that's because he cheated and tickled me. Then we went to sleep.
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Just something because I love you!!! Now I'm off to play Rock Band!!!!!!!!!!!1
