Give In To Me

A/N: Randomly got this idea for a one shot while at work one day. Then when I started writing it it developed more, and now I think it's gonna be another chapter story! Yay! Hope y'all like it! Review please, and let me know if I should keep going with it! *First MALEX*

"Alex!" I faintly hear my mom's voice calling me from downstairs. I groan and rollover in my queen-sized bed to see bright red numbers on my alarm clock. It's already noon. How did I sleep so late?

"ALEX!" Ugh. She seems to think that screaming louder is the best and only way to wake me up. Why can't she be a normal mom and just come gently wake me with a kiss on the forehead or something? I always wake up in a cranky mood when people are being loud. I slowly sit up and hang my legs over the edge of my bed, rubbing my eyes. I hate when I oversleep, because I just wake up feeling even more tired than I already was. I hear someone banging incessantly on my bedroom door. Is that completely necessary?

"I'm up! Jeez," I yell at whoever it is.

"Well why didn't you just say so?" I hear my mother's voice respond. "Mitchie's here." Oh crap. I completely forgot that we had plans to hang out today. I can't go downstairs in my pajamas, but I don't really have time to shower and get changed. I don't want to keep Mitch waiting that long. Whatever. I quickly jump up and walk over to my full-length mirror that hangs on my closet door and run my fingers through my dark, wavy hair. I straighten my clothes, pulling down on my booty shorts as much as I can, before realizing that I should probably put on a bra.

I come out of my room a few minutes later and hear Mitchie's signature laugh from downstairs in the living room. It always makes me smile. I make my way down the spiral staircase and spot her sitting on our bright orange couch next to my little brother Max. He's making weird faces and somehow Mitchie finds that to be funny. I sneak up quietly behind her and lean down until my chin is resting on her shoulder.

"Hey." She doesn't jump, but Max does. He screams and puts his hand over his heart.

"Really Alex?! You almost gave me a heart attack!" Max exclaims. Mitchie just laughs at the situation, and I simply roll my eyes before turning my attention back to Mitchie. After she finishes laughing at my brother's overdramatic reaction, she turns her head to look me in the eyes with a big smile on her face.

"Hey, you. Somebody slept in." She raises an eyebrow at me. My chin is still sitting on her shoulder, and now our faces are really close together. I can feel her breath on my cheek, which causes me to glance down at her moist, pink lips. Okay, time to move. I swallow audibly and stand up to put some much needed space between our faces.

"Yeah Alex, I almost forgot I had a sister," Max adds. I raise my eyebrow questionably. "Seriously. That's why you scared me so much," he says with a completely straight face. Sometimes I worry about my little brother. I scrunch my face at him and just shake my head. Such a strange kid.

I watch him stand up, walk to the fridge, and grab a jar of grape jelly and a spoon out of the drawer before walking up the stairs up with it. What the heck? I should just stop questioning the things he does, because I don't think I'll ever really understand. Now the spot next to Mitchie on the couch is open, so I skip around to the other side and sit by her. As soon as my body hits the couch, she shifts so that her head is lying in my lap. I freeze for a second, trying not to show the reaction my body is having to her being so close. This happens every time I'm with her, but I wish it didn't.

"So, whataya wanna do today?" she asks, reaching her hand up to play with my hair. Ugh, I love the way it feels when people play with my hair. I especially love the way it makes me feel when she does it.

"Well, if we're gonna go out somewhere I'd still have to shower and get ready, which I really don't feel like doing," I reply honestly.

"Okay, that's fine. We can stay here and play the 'get to know you' game," she says with a big mischievous smile on her face. Her big brown eyes are staring into mine, and I can't say no to them. Oh god, what have I gotten myself into? We always end up doing this when we're alone and she always finds a way to bring the conversation back to the night we met.

"Um, sure. That's fine. Wanna go up to my room?" I ask hesitantly, just trying to appease her.

"Yeah! Can I grab an apple out of the fridge first, though? I'm starved."

"Of course." She brings her hands down from my hair, grazing my breast in the process. I know she does little things like that on purpose a lot of the time. I watch her jump up off of the couch and walk over to the fridge. She looks so good in those black skinny jeans. I need to stop checking her out before she notices again. I shake my head back and forth quickly and start walking up towards my room. I hear Mitchie following close behind me.

Once we reach my bedroom, I immediately walk towards my desk to sit in the chair, knowing that Mitchie will go straight to my bed. Sure enough she runs and jumps onto my bed, before adjusting her position so that she's lying on her side facing me. The way she's positioned makes her look like a model, and it's making me hot.

"So, should I go first?" Mitchie asks, referring to our "get to know you" game. It's not really a game. We just ask each other questions back and forth. She always wants to go first, so I just nod my head at her. I grab my red nail polish to give me something to do while we talk. Plus it gives me an excuse to not look at her.

"Okay, hmmmm. What did you think of me when we first met?" she asks in her flirty voice. Why does she always have to bring up that night? Well, I know why, but I just wish she didn't. It always brings back semi-memories. They're always a little foggy, considering we were both a bit intoxicated.

Flashback

Just as I'm walking up to his house I get a text from Shane making sure that I'm still coming to his party tonight. Rather than wasting time to text back, I just walk straight up to the burgundy door. I can hear music blasting, so I don't think knocking will get me anywhere. I twist the door knob, and it's open. As soon as I walk in I see a bunch of random teenagers I don't know walking around with red solo cups and shot glasses. Next to the front door, on a small wooden table are about 25 shot glasses filled with what I assume to be vodka. Behind them lies a clearly handmade sign that reads, "Everyone who enters this party MUST take a shot." I roll my eyes, knowing that this was Shane's idea. I reach for one of the glasses and down it quickly. The cold liquid makes my throat burn, and when it reaches my stomach I feel myself warming up instantly. It's definitely gonna be one of those nights, I can already tell.

I walk towards the kitchen, since I know my way around the Gray's gigantic house. As soon as I walk in I hear Shane's voice yelling, "Body shots!" over and over again. Typical. He turns around to pick up his beer and sees that I've arrived.

"RUSSO!" he yells as he lifts his beer up in the air with a goofy grin on his face. He walks around the island counter, through a few guys I don't recognize, and picks me up and spins me around; all while managing not to spill his freshly poured beer. "I'm so glad you could make it. We're gonna get fucked up tonight, and cause some trouble. You ready?" That sounds terrifying, yet enticing. Might as well let loose, I've had a rough week.

"Hell yeah, I'm ready." I grab his beer from him, and he cheers me on as I chug it.

"Hey let me introduce you to a few of my buddies," Shane yells over the music. He grabs my wrist and pulls me back towards the island counter, where he was standing when I first got in. When I get past a few tall guys, I see Nate and Jason, Shane's brothers, standing around the island. Then, I notice someone standing across the counter from me that I've never seen at one of these parties before. She has to be one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen in my life…either that or that beer is starting to kick in.

The mystery girl has dark brown hair that reaches past her shoulders. Her petite frame is clothed in black skinny jeans and a yellow, form-fitting top. She's laughing at something that Nate just whispered in her ear, and I notice that she has the biggest, most perfect smile. Wow. Do I usually notice this many details about someone when I first see them?

"Alex, this is Mitchie Torres. We met back at summer camp last year. Mitchie, this is Alex Russo," Shane says, gesturing between the two of us. She brings her brown eyes to mine before looking me up and down. This makes my stomach feel a little weird. Am I getting butterflies over some random girl?! What the…? Then, I remember that she's still looking at me, so I just shyly smile and wave. Shane tries to introduce me to a few other people, but I'm so distracted by her.

"Alright, we're gonna do some body shots! You in, Russo?" Shane asks, putting me on the spot.

"Uh, I think I'll sit this round out." I don't really know everyone here, and I definitely don't want some drunk rando slobbering on my stomach.

"Alright, party pooper, but you're playing the next game. Deal?"

"Yeah, sure. Hand me another beer, would ya?" I know that I'll probably need to be a little more drunk for whatever game is gonna come next. Shane reaches into the fridge and grabs me a Bud Light. Not my favorite, but it'll get the job done.

"Okay, so who all is gonna do body shots?" Shane asks everyone in the kitchen.

"I'm in." I see Mitchie's hand go up almost immediately. Her eyes are pretty glassy, so I can tell that she's probably at least tipsy by now. After she volunteers, everyone else in the kitchen does the same. Meanwhile, there are about twenty other people spread out around the house. I see a few people outside on the back patio smoking, and some others sitting by the bonfire.

"Alright, Mitch. You wanna go first then?" Shane gestures towards the island counter and grabs a lime from behind him. I watch as she nods her head, and grabs some salt off of the counter.

Part of me is excited to see this happen, but the other part of me is feeling strangely protective of the girl and hoping she doesn't go through with this. What's that about? Weird. Mitchie hops up on the island counter so that her feet are dangling off of the edge. She crosses her arms to grab the bottom edges of her shirt, and swiftly pulls it over her head. My eyes go immediately to her toned stomach. Wow, this girl must be an athlete. She's even more beautiful than I thought. What's wrong with me? Now suddenly I wish I had said yes to the body shots. I just want to …touch her. I've never felt this way towards a girl before.

Mitchie lays back and takes the lime slice from Shane and hands him the salt. She places the lime between her teeth while Shane sprinkles a trail of salt up her stomach. Nate is holding a bottle of tequila, which he pours some into and a little bit around her bellybutton. Shane calls dibs, and a bunch of the other guys standing around didn't look very happy about that. I watch in envy as he lowers his lips to her stomach. He slurps up the tequila shot, drags his tongue along the salt trail, and ends by taking the lime out of her mouth with his own. I really wish I was him right about now.

Wait, what?

End Flashback

I realize that I zoned out a bit when I hear Mitchie calling my name from my bed. I snap out of it and say, "Sorry." She just shakes her head and smiles at me.

"Sooo? What'd ya think?" she asks again.

The only real rule of this game that we play is to be honest. Sometimes I omit the truth, but other times I get a little too honest. I always have to come up with some clever way to avoid telling her that she basically has made me question my sexuality every day since that night we met. But somehow she always gets a little bit more out of me. She'll touch me when she asks, which gives my body a reaction that I'm not used to getting from a girl. Or sometimes she'll ask questions that she already knows the answer to, but she just wants to hear me say it. Kind of like what she's doing now. The girl knows that I think she's gorgeous. I tell her all the time.

"You know what I think already," I reply. I open the bottle of nail polish and begin stroking the brush along my left thumb nail.

"No I don't. That's why I'm asking. Tell me what you thought."

Ugh. Here she goes again with the manipulation. "You know I think you're beautiful, Mitchie," I respond quietly.

"Aw, come on. That's all you're gonna give me?" she asks. Well, that's not all I want to give you. God, I'm such a pervert sometimes.

"You know that we were both tipsy when we first met. Memories are a bit foggy." Even though I remember it perfectly, and I was still sober when I met her, I don't want to go into detail about my thought process that night when she took off her shirt.

"Ugh, you always use that excuse. Whatever," she says playfully. "Your turn."

"Why do you always bring that night up, even when we aren't playing this game?" I ask honestly and curiously. I really want to know the motive behind it.

Mitchie bites her bottom lip before speaking. "Because it was one of the best nights I've ever had…and because we had fun together. Remember?" She suggestively raises her eyebrows repeatedly when she draws out that last word. Of course I remember. How could I ever forget?

"It's your turn." I purposely avoid her question.

"Okay…" She pauses and taps her index finger against her dimpled chin. "Since you think I'm so beautiful, what is your favorite thing about my body?" Ugh, there are so many dirty things I could say, but I choose to respond differently.

"Your smile." I smile after I say that, because I genuinely do love the girl's smile. It's so contagious.

"Aw, thanks." She smiles at me, but something in her eyes looks a bit disappointed at my response. She was probably hoping that I'd say something perverted.

"Okay, my turn…why was the night we met one of the best nights of your life?" I have a feeling I already know the answer, but I might as well ask anyways.

"You just said it." She smiles at me. I look at her confused, waiting for more of an answer. "I met you that night," she explains as if it was obvious. I look back down at my nails, blushing. I don't really know how to respond to that. How can this…girl evoke so many emotions out of me? I was so engrossed in my own thoughts, and concentrated on not smearing nail polish everywhere, that I hadn't even noticed Mitchie standing up and making her way over to me. She's leaning down towards me just as I look up at her. Her lips come to my ear and she whispers, "And I loved playing spin the bottle with you." Her breath on my skin sends noticeable shivers up and down my spine, as I start to remember more from that night.

Flashback

My head is starting to feel more foggy and disoriented. The entire time that everyone else has been doing body shots, I've been drinking more beer. I think I've had two and a half more cups now, and my small frame can't take much more before I blackout.

"Alright, now that everybody's had a turn on body shots," Shane starts shouting over the music, "we're gonna go upstairs to play another game. Everyone take another shot before we go up, and bring your drinks." Shane looks at me and says, "You ready, Russo?" I smile and nod, feeling giddy all of a sudden. I have no idea what I'm about to get myself into, but I'm ready to have some fun. I grab an already-filled shot glass off of the granite counter behind me and down it. I chase it with some orange juice before following everyone upstairs. I notice Shane grab an empty bottle before he heads up, and I now know exactly what game we're about to play.

When we make it upstairs, Shane tells us to sit in a circle in the living room. This might be the only house I've been in that has a living room upstairs and downstairs. When we all get settled, I notice there's only about ten of us. I look across the circle and notice Mitchie looking right at me, smiling. My heart leaps, and I don't know why. Part of me wants to go sit by her, but the other part of me is telling me to keep my distance. I decide to sit right where I am, mostly because I'm not sure if I could walk a straight line at this point.

"Alright, so if you haven't figured it out already, we're playing spin the bottle." I knew it. I'm more excited than usual about playing this game. I glance up at Mitchie's face to find her still looking at me, but biting her lip this time. I know I'm blushing now, and I quickly look away itching for this game to start.

After two people I don't know take their turns and make out, it's Nate's turn. He spins the empty tequila bottle, and the mouth of the thing is pointing directly at me when it stops. My eyes get wide, as I look into Nate's. Shane starts clapping and throws his head back laughing. I'm halfway relieved that it's him, because we used to have a thing a few months ago. We were in a 'relationship' where we mostly just hooked up with each other, but I broke up with him and we've managed to still be good friends.

The rule of this game is that whoever spun it has to go to the person they landed on and make out with them for ten seconds. I see Nate crawling his way over to me, and I just take a deep breath. When he gets to me, he smirks before nodding to Shane to start the timer. His lips crash into mine, and I'm reminded of how good it felt to be with him. His lips are always soft and gentle. He pushes into me a little harder. I didn't know I could be this turned on in just a few seconds. Nate plus tequila, equals a very happy Alex. Suddenly I hear Shane yell, "Times up!" Technically, you're allowed to make out with the person for as long as you want, but it's a little weird when there are other people watching. Nate slowly removes his lips from mine, before coming back in for one more soft peck.

I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself and calm my body down, as Nate makes his way back to his spot in the circle. Now it's Shane's turn. He grabs the bottle, smiling. He clearly loves this game. The clear bottle spins for a bit before it lands on Mitchie. My stomach drops, and I don't know why my body is having all of these weird reactions towards this girl that I don't even know.

"Just like old times, huh Torres?" Shane is practically grinning, crawling towards Mitchie like a predator. I start to feel protective again watching him move that way. The girl rolls her eyes at him, which makes me smile. Jason takes over the timer and starts it as Shane nearly attacks the girls face. Okay, maybe it wasn't that bad, but it felt that way watching. Even though I didn't want to look, I couldn't tear my eyes away. Mitchie reaches her hands up behind his head and entangles her fingers in his hair. He moves so that she falls backwards, and he is hovering over her. Jeez, when is this timer gonna go off? I don't wanna watch them sucking face anymore.

"Alright, alright lovebirds," Jason says, holding up the timer. Lovebirds? What's that supposed to mean? Shane gets up off of Mitchie and laughs before standing up and walking to his place.

The girl next to me takes her turn, and ends up making out with some other girl in the circle. That was the first girl-on-girl kiss of the night, and it probably wouldn't be the last. I think their names were Tess and Caitlin, but who knows. Now it's my turn, and suddenly I'm extremely nervous. What if it lands on a girl? I've never kissed a girl before. That'll be weird, especially if it's someone I don't know. Oh wait, I don't know any of the girls in this circle. Great. I take a deep breath and reach for the bottle. I grasp the thing in my right hand and twist my wrist, sending it spinning. As it slows down, I start taking shallow, short breaths knowing who it's gonna land on already.

The end of the bottle is pointing directly across from me at Mitchie. I do my best not to show much of a reaction, and I'm sure I failed miserably. I reach for the cup that's sitting next to me and take another swig of cheap beer before standing up. I haven't dared to look at the girl's face, because if I do I might throw up; not from the alcohol, but from the butterflies in my stomach that won't stop flapping around. I walk across the short distance to where the girl is sitting, and drop myself next to her. I sit criss-cross and finally look into her eyes.

She is staring back at me, I'm guessing waiting for me to make the first move since I spun. I see her eyes quickly flicker from my lips back up to my eyes, and I can't help but look at her perfect pink lips too. She bites down on her bottom lip, and I don't think I've ever wanted to kiss someone so badly. I didn't realize how close we'd gotten. It felt like we were the only ones in the room, so I slowly reached up and placed my right hand along her jawline. I felt her take in a short breath, before I leaned in slowly and pressed my lips against hers.

She kisses me slowly, but with an evident eagerness at the same time. Her lips taste like alcohol, and I'm sure mine do too. I feel her snake her hand around the back of my head, and her fingers entangle themselves in my hair, pulling me closer. I easily comply and press my lips harder into hers, as she sneaks her tongue into my mouth. This feels amazing and I don't want it to stop.

"Any day now, you two!" I hear Shane's loud voice. Apparently the timer had gone off already, but neither I nor Mitchie heard it…well at least we pretended not to hear it. Mitchie tugs on my bottom lip with her teeth and giggles against my lips before pulling back from the kiss and looking at me. I'm sure I just have an idiotic wonderstruck look on my face. "Geez, get a room why don't you?" Shane says sarcastically. Sounds like somebody's jealous to me.

"Maybe we will." Mitchie says just loud enough so that only I could hear.

End Flashback

I feel Mitchie's lips brush against my ear, as she turns her head so that her forehead is resting against mine. She straddles me and brings her hands up to either side of my face, caressing it gently. I can feel her hot breath beating against me and her nose brushing against my own. I want nothing more in this moment than to lift my lips into her and to repeat what happened between us at that party, but I can't do it. Just as Mitchie touches her lips against mine, I turn my face away and gently push her back.

"We should um find something else to do," I shakily suggest. She looks at me and smirks, knowing the effect she's having on me and loving every second of it.

We always end up here. Her basically cornering me and trying to get me to do all of the bad things that I fantasize about, and me avoiding it at the very last second. It's like a game that we play. She tries to seduce me, and I have to find it within myself to deny her every time. It's like she enjoys hearing me say no. And I almost enjoy doing it. It gives me a weird power high to know that I have the strength to not rip the girl's clothes off every time she's near me.

A/N: So, I'm not sure how often I'll update now that I have to stories going at the same time, but I will do my best! Please let me know what you think so far. The story will make more sense in the next chapter…I hope.

*SPOILER ALERT* - More from the party will be revealed in flashbacks in the next chapter. This story will be rated M. ;)