Mitch walked downstairs and sat next to me, his hair all messy from sleeping and his voice deeper than normal, which was very attractive.

Mitch liked spongebob, a lot. So we watched spongebob for a while.

Every now and then, I saw him look at me.

He would look away fast enough, so I wouldn't notice. But I did.

It was cute.

I smiled at him.

"Mitchy?"

"Yeah?"

"I have to go to work tomorrow." I say.

He gets a scared look across his face. He really didn't like that place.

"I don't want to go back there, Scott!! Don't make me go back there!!" He shouted.

"Hey... I'm not taking you back there. Calm down, you're okay. I promise. You're not going back there."

He calmed down.

His anger issues haven't completely gone away. That's okay though, he was just scared. I would have done the same thing.

"I-I'm sorry..." he says.

"Don't be, you were scared. I understand. You don't have to go back there. Ever. I still have to work though. Monday's, Wednesday's, and Thursday's. For 3 hours. Not too long, okay?"

He nods. "But... I'm going to be lonely."

"Kirstie, your old friend, she said she would come by and visit."

He smiled. "Id like that."

"Good. Now, can I get anything for you?" I asked.

He shrugged. "I'm okay, I'm cold though."

I smiled. "There's no blanket, how about we cuddle? You know, just like a best friend thing." I say, with a smile.

He smiled and nodded.

I opened my arms for him, and we cuddled.

It felt so right.

He felt like he was meant to be in my arms.

He was just perfect.

Scott asked me to cuddle.

We're cuddling.

Oh my goodness, were cuddling.

Just as best friends?? More like soul mates.

Does he love me??

I don't care, but Boy, do I love him.

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A few minutes past, and we're still cuddling.

Scott's grip makes me feel safe.

I keep glancing at him, and smiling. I don't think he notices but I don't mind if he does.

I want to tell him I love him, but I think it's too soon...

Maybe, I don't know.

I want him to tell me he likes me first.

But what if he doesn't??

What if he acts like he likes me and did what Travis did??

No... he wouldn't...

I want... I need to tell him.

I need to suck it up, he deserves to know.

Right?

Maybe one more day, and tomorrow I'll ask Kirstie about it when Scott is at work.

What would she think?

I just think he is absolutely perfect.

He makes me happy, and that's a hard thing to do.

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