Author's Note: Hello! ~ It's been quite a long time since I've written in this category. I missed Smitchie dearly. Hope you are all well.
Anyway, this fic idea was requested by Valu86. I wanted to post this right after I had written it so that she (I'm assuming you're a she? o.o) knows that I have not forgotten her at all! She was very supportive of one of my fics. So, here's to you, hun!
This will be about 3-4 chapters, so it's a multi-shot fic. Rated M for future sex scene. Updates will be whenever I get the chance due to the fact that I am taking summer courses to lighten my workload for my senior tear of college. Hope you understand!
Hope the rest of you enjoy!
~Much love
Disclaimer: I do not own CR characters.
The idea belongs to Valu86! I am simply breathing life into it. ;)
White foam bubbled upon an upper lip as the warm, scrumptious latte dove into her mouth and throat. The drink was spiked with three shots of espresso, just the remedy she needed for a dreary grey afternoon. Settling her plastic cup down onto the table, Mitchie looked out the window, a pattern of rain droplets trailing down the glass. She had hoped that her friend, Caitlyn, would not be held back by the weather.
Mitchie had been awaiting Caitlyn's presence for the past ten minutes. The time for graduation was approaching rather soon, and she wished to bestow a gift upon her closest friend before the ceremony. They had attended different schools, but they had managed very well to retain a close connection amongst themselves. Thumbing the crimson ribbon of the tiny gift box, the young lady waited patiently, sipping her latte with her unoccupied hand. She mused over the red mark of her lipstick adorning the plastic cup. 'Vampire's Kiss, #34..' she recalled the name of the treasured cosmetic.
Soon enough, a chime sounded off when the entrance door was opened. A mane of honey comb curls was the first thing Mitchie had taken notice of. A grin tugged at the corners of her rose petal lips. Caitlyn had arrived, her breath shallow from the sprinting. Her rich earthen irises sought out for a petite young lady with dark cacao tresses.
"Ahh," she breathed once she located her dear friend sitting beside a window.
Approaching the table, Caitlyn leaned over Mitchie to embrace her, cherishing her natural warmth.
"I am so so sorry! There had been traffic on the way!" she explained.
Ms. Torres tittered softly, waving her hand as a gesture to ease Caitlyn's worries.
"It's no big deal, really! I understand. Besides, I'm in walking distance of this café while you're not; you have a perfectly valid excuse."
"Thank you, Mitch," the curly-q smiled, sitting down across from her friend. "So, how have you been?"
"I've been well, very well. Just experiencing this zombie trance nowadays, knowing that I'll be finished with high school once and for all."
"I hear ya…I simply don't care about the work anymore! I want to start working towards producing, taking classes that'll actually help me progress in what I truly want to do. Seriously, I do not need pre-calculus in order to find the right kind of bands to support, now do I?"
"You win there!"
The pair of young ladies giggled in unison. Further conversation had dabbled in family, college selections, and, of course, boyfriends. Mitchie had been in a relationship with her lover, Shane Grey, for about three years; three fruitful, fulfilling years. Caitlyn, on the other hand, was engaged in a fairly new relationship with Nate Black, Shane's bandmate, for a year. Ms. Geller had been ready for love after spending more quality time with him two years ago while attending Camp Rock. Mr. Black had taken longer than expected: he had been dating someone else at the time, Dana whats-her-face (Caitlyn wasn't too thrilled with their infatuation). When he was free as a robin, the two had become inseparable, and embarked on a tender connection between them.
"…he and I are closer than ever, but we're still working out the kinks, ya know?"
"That'll happen," noted Mitchie. "It had taken Shane and I quite a while to smooth things out, especially since he's a musician, and I'm still finding my own path in life. It'd be nice to work with him, but, honestly…I want to work for my own fame, and not leech off of him. I have my pride; I work for myself."
"Ooh, girl power, Missy," Caitlyn teased, tapping the tip of her friend's nose with her index finger.
The young lady with the russet mane scratched her nose from the playful flick of her friend's finger. Caitlyn's eyes suddenly twinkled with impish charm, stifled amusement birthing within her pupils.
"So, I had bought you a little gift for graduation," she began, reaching into her purse to retrieve it.
"As did I! Oh, but you didn't have to buy me anything! I'm just content with spending more time with you."
"Oh shush, you get a gift, and that's final."
Mitchie stuck out her tongue in place of a verbal retort. She had urged Caitlyn to open her gift first, the crimson ribbon contrasting beautifully with the amethyst hued wrapping paper.
"The wrapping is precious!" exclaimed Caitlyn. "I almost feel bad about ruining it."
"Please don't. Open it. I'm hoping you like it.."
Carefully unwrapping, the young lady with a forest of honey gold curls on her head was acquainted with a small turquoise box withholding the treasure inside. The top was removed, and eyes widened with glee at a silver bracelet with vibrant colored trinkets dangling from the thin chain. One charm had been of a fuchsia star; another had been of a black record with a white center. A third charm was molded and glossed into the form of a keyboard with miniscule white keys. The last charm, and the most beloved of the four, was of a red heart set aflame, symbolizing their undying friendship. Caitlyn could not refrain from slight welling of tears as she gazed lovingly at the gift, holding it up before her eyes.
"Mitchie, I.."
"Please say you love it!" Mitchie pleaded playfully.
"I do, I do! Oh, Mitch..I don't know what to say.."
"You don't have to say anything. All that is required of you is to wear it with pride, and remember my face. Tis all."
Ms. Gellar grinned, wiping away a stray tear from her caramel crème cheeks. She sighed deeply, composing herself as she slid an envelope towards Mitchie.
"Now, for you, my dear.." she said, a little too devilish for Mitchie's taste.
"Hmm, why do I feel a bit curious as to what this may be?"
"Because I am full surprises. Even to this today, I still manage to shock you with friendly hoaxes now and then. Open it," she encouraged.
Cautiously, gingerly, the young lady lifted the sealed mouth of the envelope, the glue giving way to the petite digits of pale olive flesh. In the belly of the envelope, she discovered a certificate of sorts. Pulling it out, she read the headline inked in purple script. "The Cathouse." A thin eyebrow cocked upward at the name. She read further..
Gift Certificate
Free Pole Dancing Lesson!
Charm your lover in a sexy way~
Valid until June 5th, 2012
"Uuhhh.." Mitchie sputtered, her mouth agape with bemusement. "Caaiittllyynn? What is this..?"
"You can read. It's a lesson for a free pole danc-!"
"Ssshhh!" she hushed violently, covering Caitlyn's mouth; no need for strangers to know of such a thing! "Wh-what…are you serious?"
"Hey, why not? We're eighteen-year-old women now. We need some fun in our lives, no?" she winked.
"I-I uhh..I guess so? I'm not sure. Please, don't be offended!"
"Oh, please, Mitchie? I'm doing it too, so you won't be alone! It's during the day, so nobody will be there except whichever dancer is instructing us."
"Well…When you put it that way…Oohhh, ok, ok. I'll try. I'm still not so sure about this, mind you."
"Trust me, you'll have fun. Don't be so prudish!"
Prudish? Mitchie Torres was certainly not a prude. However, she was not a free-roaming harlot either. The young lady had always believed in a lady-like etiquette: mild flirting with nothing too suggestive; cover up her body so that her "jewels" were not on display for all to see; retain loyalty to one lover. Simple as that. But, to learn how to pole dance? From an actual stripper? 'Please tell me I don't have to purchase glitter pasties for this!' she thought with utter despair and humiliation. 'Caitlyn, wwhhyyy…What will Shane say?'
The young lady blushed crimson at the thought of telling her boyfriend about the lessons, her ember eyes widening.
"Caitlyn, as much as I adore you, I must admit: you've certainly gotten me into something peculiar. This stays between us, understand? Shane will flip out if he finds out. You know how possessive he is.."
"Don't I know it.." Caitlyn sarcastically commented. "Good ol' hot head; nobody gets to look at his girl."
Mitchie could not help but smirk. Her friend was right. Shane was rather old-fashioned in his love for her, what with accompanying her whenever he can, glaring a lion's wrath at any man who dared to gaze upon his woman. Suffocating? Yes. Mitchie secretly thought it sweet at times. At others…he was a nuisance in dire need of a beating.
"I'll do it," Ms. Torres declared, her bosom still tight from tension. "When and where?"
What should I name the stripper? I'm thinking Cinna-Buns, but that's rather corny. :P Read and review!