All My Doubts; Minecraftfinest (MCfinest) FanFiction

CH15: Boxers & Fireworks

I roll my head, slowly waking up for another day.

As my eyes slowly open, I realize something..

This isn't my room? This isn't my bed? These aren't my clothes-oh, I'm in Mitch's room. But why am I in his bed? How did I get here?

I slowly get up, taking a look around. My eyes set on Mitch, who was still sleeping on the mini couch across from me.

I smiled, he was cute when he was sleeping, like a kitten.

What am I thinking? I shake my head and get out of bed.

Until I remembered I had nothing to change into, I would have to wear my dress from the party last night. But I really didn't want to. Should I take more clothes from Mitch? Sure, not like he was gonna strip me for it.

I get out of bed and head to the bathroom, picking out what to wear. Slowly realizing I have no underwear.. would Mitch let me use his? UGH.

I go back into Mitch's drawers and take out black boxers. I laugh, putting it on, while stealing a navy blue t-shirt from him also and sliding it up over my head.

No, I didn't look presentable, in only black boxers and a guy's T-shirt, but who cares?

I walk downstairs to be greeted by Jason.

"Are those boxers?" Jason asks staring at me.

"Yes," I answer.

He laughs, "Mitch said he'd promise not to bang you while you were sleeping, well now we all know he lied."

I shoved him jokingly, "I stole them from him, he didn't do anything to me."

"You took them off of him?"

"Oh-no no no, I took clean ones, don't worry."

"Sure," he says sarcastically.

I smile, "was Mitch the one who carried me to his bed?"

"I believe so, yeah."

I nod, checking the countertop to see what there was to eat.

I pour some cereal and milk into a bowl and sit down beside Jason.

"Everyone else sleeping?" I ask.

"Yep," Jason answers biting into a waffle.

"HEY JASON CAMILLE," Adam yells running down the stairs.

I stare up at him as he grabs Jason's waffle from his hand, finishing it.

"Adam! That was mine!" Jason cries out.

"Eh," Adam shrugs.

I giggle, and Mitch follows down the stairs.

He gets a waffle out of the plate and his eyes lock on me.

"Are those my boxers? And my shirt?"

"Maybe-yes," I answer.

"Take them off."

"You want me to take my shirt and underwear off?"

"No, no don't do that," Mitch says.

I laugh, "I'll wash it and return it to you."

"Alright, you gonna leave now?"

"Yeah, let me get my stuff."

I go back upstairs and grab my dress, heels, bag, etc.

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-after the drive with Mitch-

"Bye!" I scream at Mitch while opening the door.