A/N- Kind of a little side chapter that's gonna be important later. Just Kirstie fascinated with Scott and Mitch's relationship(like, the not dating type, but that might… change).
That night, Kirstie lay awake. It was so lovely to have people who accepted her for who she was. She glanced over at the two.
Scott was sprawled out on his back, having kicked off the blanket he had been sleeping under. Mitch was curled up, resting his head on the blonde's chest.
They're cute, she thought. They trust each other so completely and thoroughly. Those were her last thoughts before she drifted off to sleep.
In the morning, Kirstie woke up very early, thinking she had to go to school. After remembering that it was Saturday, she flopped back down onto the makeshift pile of blankets they'd arranged. Not wanting to be selfish, Mitch also slept on the floor. "Guys," Kirstie whispered.
But the two were still soundly asleep.
"Seriously!" Kirstie said, a bit louder. She always felt awkward when she was awake before her friends at a sleepover. She poked Scott.
"Wha?" The blonde opened his eyes. "Aw, Mitch. Get off." He carefully pushed his friend off of him before sitting up. "Oh, hey Kirstie."
"Morning," she said, smiling brightly. "Can we wake Mitch up?"
"I'm sure he wouldn't mind," Scott said. "But really? I'd like to see you try. He sleeps very soundly."
"I'll just let him sleep then," Kirstie said with a smile.
"You're really trusting," remarked Scott. "I mean, you only just met us. So, what if we kidnapped you of something?"
"I don't know… Mitch seems like a mixture of a kitten and a ten year old girl, and frankly, I can't imagine him hurting anyone or anything," Kirstie said.
"That is… accurate," replied Scott.
Kirstie yawned, thoroughly waking up. "Just wondering, but did you ever, like… save his life, or something?"
"No," Scott replied, gazing at Mitch. "But I would, a hundred times over. Why?"
"I don't know." Kirstie sighed. "I'm trying to think of why in the world he trusts you as much as he does."
Scott shrugged. "He's a kinda trusting person, I think."
"I'm trusting," Kirstie said. "But not that trusting. Seriously, what did you do for him; what have you two been through together?"
"We're just… really good friends is all."
Kirstie could tell that was all she was gonna get out of Scott, so she relented. Pulling the blankets back up over her, she sat back against a wall and watched the blonde attempt to wake Mitch up. Finally, he did.
"Get. Off." Mitch sat up and glared at his friend murderously. "You can't just wake people up! I was sleeping!"
"That was kind of obvious," Scott said, chuckling.
Kirstie laughed. "What should we do?"
"I'm not gonna get dressed until nine," Mitch said, ignoring them. "Because it's a weekend, and I have comfy jammies, and I hate getting dressed."
They sat in their demented pile of knotted blankets for a while, just talking.
"You're a really nice person, you know, Kirstie," said Mitch.
"Thanks," she replied, smiling. She tried not to, because it was cheesy, but she couldn't help it. No one had complimented her like that since her moving to Arlington.
"Guys, I'm gonna go see if his mom's up yet," Scott said. "Cause I'm kinda hungry and stuff…"
"Yeah, go ahead," said Mitch. "Make me tea if you want."
"I will," Scott replied, and disappeared around the door.
Kirstie squinted at Mitch. "He'd do anything for you, wouldn't he?"
"Oh, I don't know," Mitch shrugged, smiling. "He's really lovely. Just an overall nice kind of person."
"Yeah…" Kirstie mused.
"Why?" Mitch asked.
"Well… I don't know, you guys just have a cute friendship," Kirstie said.
"Aww!" Mitch smiled. "Thank you!"
They sat in silence for some time, each thinking their own thoughts, before Scott opened the door. "Hi, guys. Here's your tea, Mitch."
"Thanks." Mitch took the mug and smiled up at Scott.
Kirstie sighed. It's nice to have people to hang out with like these guys.