I own nothing, but if I did there would be Delena sex.

This is my first story so be nice.

Thanks for reading.

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"Ungh.." I swear to God if that alarm doesn't shut the fuck up, I'll kick it's ass. I reach over and blindly smack at the buttons. Finally, I hit the right one because that God awful noise stops ringing in my ears.

"Mitchie, honey you have to get up for school!" my mom yells as she walks past my room.

"I'm up, I'm up." Fuck that. I lay back down and start to drift back into unconsciousness.

"Alex will be here soon. You know how that girl hates to be late on Thursdays, so I suggest you get your ass outta that bed before she drags you out of it."

Mom, if that were to happen, I think I might like it a little too much. Alex has art club on Thursday mornings and it's the only day she actually gives any fucks about getting to school on time. Alex and I grew up together. She's been there for me as long as I can remember, and I've been there for her, protecting her when she needs it. It seems like it's always been that way, me and her together and then everyone else.

I've always been different than other people. My mind works differently, and I think differently. I always say it's because I'm so fucked up. I guess I get teased and bullied a lot, but I can hold my own. No matter how bad it gets, I never run my mouth about it. I stand up and fight for what I believe in. Alex has never really been picked on that much, but that's because I never let it happen. I'd rather take her beating than see her bruised or crying. I really don't feel bad for being different; I just wish people would realize that I'm not some freak because of it.

My thoughts are interrupted by the honk of a car, and I quickly realize that I'm nowhere near ready to go. I jump up and pull a black and red USC shirt over my head and some skinny jeans with my red Jordan's. Alex always said she liked the red ones the best.

Running down the stairs two at a time, I finally reach the door after grabbing my backpack, some yogurt, a granola bar, an apple and a bottle of water. I bolt through the door and into Lex's black BMW while throwing back a goodbye at my mom.

I thought I was doing well to be on time until Alex asks, "Hey, Mitch, rough morning?" while ruffling the hair on the top of my head. I turn to look at her with my eyebrow raised and she just reaches for the sun visor and pulls it down so I can look in the mirror. I let out a big laugh at the sight of my hair. "I was running really late, and must've forgotten to look in the mirror this morning. How the hell is it even sticking up like that?"

She chuckles at me while I reach to the middle and go through the things in the console looking for the "back up brush" she's put in there when she started driving. I love that laugh. It's music to my ears. In-fact anything that comes out of her mouth is music to my ears. Especially the pet names she gives me sometimes. I like them a little too much.

"MITCHIE?" Holy shit does she have to yell?

"Holy shit, Lex you scared the fuck out of me, I just got lost in my thoughts for a couple of minutes."

"We're here, you dork! Are you okay? You haven't said anything since we left your house."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a hell of a lot on my mind."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive." I shoot her a comforting smile while grabbing my backpack and opening the door, walking over to her side and getting her door for her. She says thank you and smiles big while leaning up to kiss me on the cheek making them heat up and tingles shoot through my body. She does that shit all the time, but my heart still melts as I stare at her for a while until I hear the bell ring and shake my head, trying to clear those thoughts out of my mind. One day, that's going to get her in trouble.