Betty

"And I can't help it if you look like an angel…can't help it…" a smile lingers on my lips as my girlfriend starts humming to the song. She sat in her usual habitat. Back turned to the door facing the window making me worry slightly. The front door to her house is seen perfectly from the window however she is yet to acknowledge my presence. Her and that god-forsaken machine.

Although it was a descent computer I sometimes felt like I came in second when compared to the three-thousand dollar piece of metal. I have a normal dell laptop in my room she has an Alienware M17x. She had to get a different laptop for her Gears of War game. That damn game. Whenever I see the computer is on I know that only have one quarter of a girlfriend that day.

Mitchie and I just started dating about three months ago and I still get butterflies from only looking at the girl. Even an air kiss made me mumble a bunch of nonsense and the way she subtly reaches for my hand when mom's not looking even though everyone knows Mitch and I are girlfriends. I loved when she pulled me from dinner making up some lame excuse when every single person at the table knew we'd sit at her bed and after basically asking for permission pecked me.

I love every single detail about her from the excessive formality to the shyness at something as simple as pressing our mouths together I love it all. I couldn't imagine it any other way because it's Mitchie.

BUT THAT DAMN COMPUTER HAS GOT TO GO!

I let my head drop on her shoulder and Mitchie lets out a scream.

"What the fuuuu-- Alex?" My hands dangle over her stomach and wraps her fingers around my thumb. She throws her head backwards about to smile let my free thumb run loose on the left side of her face. Her smile readjusts and unsure of how to go about this I try to kiss her lips to instead land on her chin. Mitchie's eyes flutter and she giggles. "I thought you were going to Aunt Martha's." I fix my top avoiding her look.

"Well, um…mom. She and Dad went out." Her mouth forms an 'o.' "So I thought I could pay my…girlfriend a visit." I feel Mitchie's hands lead me closer to her. Our knees collide twice and I almost fall on her.

I smile nervously as she just looks at me without moving. Then she shows me a tenth of a smile and almost whispers, "Can I get a kiss?" A little nervous if I'll miss I hold her face tight. Too tight for my face to approach hers so she laces her fingers and lets them just hold onto each other. I close the gap between Mitchie and I. My breathing comes in second as my neck shifts and my face goes to the left. Her tongue feels on my lips like my hands on a summer day drawing patterns on the water testing for the adequate temperature and so dives. I grab the poor air I can and dance with her enjoying the dive. Our 'bodies' touching, twisting in unchoreographed motions.

And liked inexperienced divers we rush out to the open water gasping for air. Mitchie's lips lightly glisten a great appeal to me and I press our lips once again only this time briefly.

"Do you want to sit over at the bed I'm just gonna play for a few." Filled with disappointment I leave my girlfriend's side following an agonizing routine. "Just a few. Promise." I take off my flip floppers and lay on Mitchie's bed. Intoxicating, complete with her scent.

At this rate her computer will loose it's virginity faster that me.

Two and a half hours later…

How could I loose for the third time? How? I was so close to winning. Too close. Damn it I hate playing tick tack toe against myself. I always loose. I like playing against Mitchie better, she let's me win for pity. Well I'd rather loose against myself than watch Ben 10. That is seriously the best thing on the TV right now. What ever happened to the good cartoons? Tom and Jerry, Dexter's Laboratory, Ed, Edd and Eddy. Now there's only shittyshows. Feeling a little thirsty I walk out Mitchie room. Although Mitchie's house is so plain I get so happy when I'm here.

I have thousands of memories of sleepovers, corny jokes and left over turkey from thanksgiving. All good up until that bitch stole my girlfriend. Damn you Michael Dell and your amazing laptops. I snap open a Snapple and chug three tenths of it.

Gosh, Mitch didn't even notice I wasn't here. "Are you winning?" Instead of placing the Snapple straight it tilts sideways and falls on the laptop's keys.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Mitchie's head shoots up hitting me right on the nose.

"Mitc, I'm--"

"What…ugh. SHIT." Mitchie places a towel on the keyboard soaking up all the wetness.

"Soooory. Mitchie. I am so--" She brushes me off when I try to touch her shoulder and lifts the machine storming out the room.

Maybe if I dress like a robot…

I dart after an annoyed Mitchie who runs down the stairs mumbling all sorts of things. I barely make it down the stairs.

"Mitchie wait…"

"What? What do you want? Do you want to ruin my phone too? Here--" She balances her laptop on her left hand and I stop her.

"Here let me help." She gives me a dumb look.

"You can't fixed this Al--" Within a second I mutter a spell and the thing is fixed. "Oh. I forgot you're a wizard." She smiles nervously and I roll my eyes and push past her. "Where you going?"

"Far from you and that thing." she gasps.

"Don't talk about betty that way." I take a deep breath and open the door when Mitchie lets go of 'Betty' to hold me. "Wait, what's wrong?" I turn away from her only to be pulled in again. "Why are you mad?" I give her a glare.

"Nothing. I'm perfect!" She cringes back.

"You sure?" Mitchie if you knew how badly I want to hit you right now.

"Yes." I say between my teeth.

"Cool, then let's go upstairs. I'm only going to be using Betty for a few." At this I snag my hand from Mitchie and storm out the house.

Once again Betty has outdone me.

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