Chapter 1- Thanksgiving

"Mikayla! Mitchie's here!" Soon after Mikayla's mom yelled up the stairs for her, Mikayla came jogging down the stairs to meet her best friend at the door.

"Long time no see." Mitchie said with a giggle as Mikayla greeted her with a hug.

"Not long enough." Mitchie gasped, pulled out of the hug, and smacked Mikayla on her arm.

"Geez just kidding." they shared a laugh as Mitchie slipped out of her shoes, and struggled to hold the bowel of stuffing, while trying to get her jacket off.

"Here, let me get that for you." Mikayla grabbed the bowl and helped Mitchie slip out of her jacket, before hanging it on the hook.

"Such a gentleman…woman." they again laughed at their silly jokes.

"Yeah sure." Mitchie's mom, was long already in the kitchen helping with setting the table. So when both Mikayla and Mitchie came into the kitchen, it was almost ready for a Thanksgiving dinner.

"You can put the stuffing on the table. Then can you get silverware for everyone Mikayla." She nodded, as she set the bowl down next to the cranberry sauce.

"Mitchie you can help her." her mom told her, as she took her seat at the table.

They returned, with the sparking silverware in their hands. Mikayla had the forks and spoons, while all Mitchie had was the knives. As Mikayla made her way around the table, Mitchie followed closely behind her, stealing glances as she watched her friend perfect putting forks and spoons in their spots.

"Alright, I'll say grace." Mikayla sat down next to her mom, while Mitchie sat between her and her mom.

Mikayla took her mom's hand, and offered Mitchie her other one. When Mitchie slipped her hand in Mikayla's, she couldn't help but look over at her, and let a smile dance across her face.

"Mikayla, could you be a dear, and pass the stuffing?" she nodded, and picked up the large bowl, and passed it to Mitchie so she could give it to her mom. But she let her hand stay there, until Mitchie had almost completely covered it.

"Thank you." Mikayla smiled at her, and went back to her chunk of turkey.

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"Alright you behave Mitchie. And call me tomorrow when you need to be picked up." Mitchie couldn't help the smile, and the slight laugh that came up as she hugged her mom goodbye.

"I will mom." she closed the door behind her, and turned back to Mikayla, who stood on the second step of the stairs, leading to her bedroom.

"Sooooo?" Mitchie shrugged, and looped her thumbs in the loops in her jeans.

"I'll race ya to my room!" Mikayla didn't even finish her sentence before she was running up the stairs to her room, with Mitchie almost on her heals.

Mikayla of course won, but not by much.

"You're such a cheater!" Mikayla shook her head, and plopped down on her bed.

"No, you're just a sore loser." Mitchie smiled at her, and laid down next to her on the bed.

"No, you're a cheater, and you know it." Mikayla was going to argue at her, and tell her that she's not a cheater, and she's just a sore loser, but when she looked over at her, she just smiled, and gave in.

"What's your point?" Mitchie rolled her eyes at her, and sat up on the bed, and turned the TV on.

"My point is, that if it was fair, I would totally win." Mikayla, looked back at her, from her upside down view.

"You care to bet on that?" she had her cocky smirk plastered on her face, and Mitchie just starred for a second. God that woman is sexy when she has THAT smirk on her face.

"No." she mumbled under her breath, barely audible to herself.

"Care to repeat that for me?"

"I said no." Mikayla's smirk turned into a smile, as she crawled up the bed, and laid her head in Mitchie's lap.

MITCHIE'S POV

Mikayla fell asleep during a 'Charlie Brown' movie, about the great pumpkin or something, but she still had her head in my lap, and my hand was still playing with her curls. I despised my curls, but Mikayla's seemed different. They were soft, bouncy, playful, and I just loved twirling my fingers in them. So I suppose it was my fault that Mikayla fell asleep, but hey I'm not complaining.

I'm starting to feel the affects of that big dinner take hold on me. I'm feeling my eyes start to do the bobbing thing. Where they close, but then open. Yeah it sucks. So I'm left with two options. Stay in this position and suffer a bad neck ache tomorrow, or move Mikayla so she's laying next to me and I can lay next to her.

It was a tough decision, but hey I'd do anything for Mikayla, and it's not like my neck will kill me.