The Great Gatsby Creative Writing

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Scott was unnaturally silent, Mitch noticed. Mitch would walk by the door every so often, listening for any sign of movement. At first, he heard quiet hiccups of well-contained sobs, but after an hour of that, the blond man had fallen silent. Mitch wasn't worried; well, he thought he wasn't worried. He had even moved the bookcase away from the door and unlocked it, curious to see if Scott was going to run out. Nothing happened. Mitch pursed his lips and placed a hand on his hip, glaring at the door. He didn't even do anything bad! His hand snaked up into his hair and he grabbed a fistful of violet locks, rolling his eyes. With a sigh, he sauntered up to the door and threw it open. "Scott." His eyes fell on the lump in the corner and he …show more content…

The tall blond really thought that a locked door would keep him out? He scoffed, feeling offended and sympathetic. His Scottie really was an idiot. He decided not to go into the bathroom, not wanting to deal with a dead body when Scott slipped and broke his neck from fright. He snorted, fantasizing about the way Scott's body would fall, broken and lifeless. Beautiful. He moaned under his breath and allowed his head to drop back against the wall. He really needed to get laid. Soon after, Mitch heard the water shut off and he smirked, tilting his head as he listened to Scott's heavy footsteps sound down the hall. He pushed away from the wall and started walking to the bedroom. He managed to get there before Scott, so he sat on the bed, folding his legs daintily and smiling mockingly towards the door. Scott entered the room, his eyes focused on his feet. He glanced up and jumped backwards, his hand flying to his chest. "Fuck!" He hissed, his hand clutching the towel around his waist. He eyed Mitch warily, and Mitch chuckled as his eyes darted back in the direction of the …show more content…

Get dressed." Mitch nodded towards the closet and leaned back against the headboard, shifting until it was comfortable. He squinted at Scott, refusing to close his eyes. Scott continued to stand there, biting his lip. "Get. Dressed." He hissed. The barbed words sent Scott into a flurry of emotion and he rushed to closet. Mitch rolled his eyes as Scott stepped in and closed the door. "Nothing I haven't seen before." He called out tauntingly, allowing one eye to shut. He hummed, his body twitching from pent up energy. He hasn't done anything in so long. What was it? Twelve hours? He grunted and sat up, glaring at the door. He didn't want to have to kill Scott, he really like him, but he was so bored. So what could he do? Mitch tilted his head, going through options in his

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