Mitch POV

I was curled up on the wall, face tear stained and hands bruised. "Mitch, you fucking cheating bitch!" I look up, to the angry face of my five year boyfriend Jerome. "I...I didn't cheat...on you..." I cough, between sobs. "Then explain why you were kissing Adam!" I stood up, fists clenched. "I was drunk, Jerome! I was fucking drunk off my ass!" I scream, holding back the urge to kill him with a throat punch. "Then explain the pictures,and you saying you loved him!" I was stuck. "Fine! I cheated! You explain the picture of you kissing Ty!" I say, my words regetted intanstly. He walked down the hall, before walking back, then out the door. "J-Jerome?" I say, his footsteps fading. I run out the door behind him, but he was gone. I decided to go to Adams. I walk down the street, my hands in my pockets. I knock on Adam's door, him opening it brightly. "Hey Mitch! Why are you crying?" Adam asks, pulling me inside. He sat me on the couch softly, my eyes focused on the floor. "He's...gon-gone...Adam, he left me!" I started to sob loudly and Adam pulled me into his lap, me sobbing into his shirt like a...well, a teenage girl. He held me and whispered "Sh..." in my ear softly. He, very lightly, plants a small kiss on my head, me stopping my crying to look up at him, smile sweetly and lean up to kiss his lips, staying still and cuddled up with him. I think I'm already over Jerome.

_Fin_

I wrote this thing while my sister drove me from Texas to California for my aunts birthday. Yeah, I hate my family. I have two requests to write...Let the games begin!