Falling - A Pentatonix Story

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Kirstie's POV

"We really should go to bed," I tell Avi. I'm not that tired, and we have nothing to do tomorrow, but we should. Even if it is only 10:30.

Maybe I'm just looking for an excuse for him to cuddle me shirtless, though.

"Are you tired?"

"No. You?"

"Not really."

"Well maybe we can catch up on sleep tomorrow then."

"Yeah."

He leans into me and kisses me on the lips, and I kiss back. I deepen the kiss as he gently slides his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I open my mouth slightly, allowing his tongue in.

We make out for a couple of minutes, and I pull away. "I think I'm ready," I announce. I wanted to take things slow in our relationship, and we had made it this far.

"Are you sure, babe?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Alright," he smirks.

Mitch's POV

I wake up in the morning to a raging headache, and my curtains blinding me.

Maybe Scott was right.

Perhaps we shouldn't have 'celebrated'.

Ugh, I hope I didn't do anything stupid last night.

If I remember correctly, Scott didn't get too drunk. Maybe he can recap me on anything Drunk Me did.

I waddle out into the kitchen to see Scott with a cup of coffee, reading his twitter feed. "I set out some Ibuprofen for you," he teases. It doesn't seem like a rude statement, but it was.

Bastard.

He sure as hell had a hangover, too.

I down the medicine and grab myself a coffee, complaining in my head the whole time.

"So, don't we have rehearsals a bit before we leave again?"

"Uh, yeah, to make sure we're all alive? I don't know. Don't worry about it, it's in like a week and a half."

"Okay."

"Did I do any stupid stuff last night?"

"Uh, no," he blushes. He blushes when he lies. What did I do?

"What did I do, you're blushing."

He starts to giggle. I can't tel if it's real or fake, but I assume it's real. He's a giggly person in the morning.

"What did I do?"

"You ate handfuls of shredded cheese."

"Really? Why?"

"I don't know! Maybe you were extra hungry? You could be eating for two. Could be pregnant," by this time we were both full on laughing, much to my head's disappointment.

"What?"

"I'm tired, okay! You only let me go to bed at like 3."

I laugh at his response, and go back to sipping my coffee.

I guess eating handfuls of cheese isn't that bad?

Esther's POV

Wow, I'm nervous.

Really nervous.

It's like 5 hours until Kevin picks me up. Where are we even going? What do I wear?