Title: Ice Cream

Pairing: Mitchie/Mikayla Selena/Demi

Genre: Romance/Friendship/Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 1,162

Rating: M - for mature themes (because yes, incase you hadn't realized, this story is about a romantic relationship between two people of the same sex!)

A/N: I just started writing this cos I was bored. And I had ice cream for desert :) Anyway, a little random, but i had this inspiration and I just had to write it out so I could go to bed. Ahh another late night. lol And I'll continue it. It's not done yet :)

Mitchie's P.O.V.

I don't know why I did it. How could I have been so stupid? I knew she'd never feel the same way about me. I knew that all along, and I still did it... I just wish I could take it all back, wish I could undo all the damage I've done. And yet, for that one moment before she pulled away, it was the happiest moment of my life. I wish I could have stopped everything right there though. Paused life and left it on pause forever.

"Mmmm..." I mumbled slowly and she looked up with a sheepish grin, assuming it was the ice-cream I was practically drooling over. Yes, the ice-cream, off course... Because I would never drool over my best friend, and the way her warm tongue darts out and carves a path through the cold, white ice-cream tundra.

"You want some?" she asked, taking another slow lick tauntingly. She doesn't know just how good she's making that look, or just how badly she's teasing me. As if it wasn't hard enough not to kiss her already. I pull my eyes away from her cherry red mouth and nod hungrily, letting my tongue slip out and lick my lips.

"Huh. Pity I only bought one for myself" she shrugs casually, but she can't hide the grin that takes over her soft lips. I roll my eyes and jump onto the bed beside her, putting on my most adorable pout and batting my eyelashes. Obviously I don't have as much charm as I thought I did because she shakes her head and takes another lick, this time spiraling her tongue right around and around from the bottom to the very tip.

"Mick, don't be so cruel, gimmie some!" I whine, crossing my arms over my chest. Her laugh rings out, the sweetest sound I've ever heard and she grins at me again, her lips turning a light purple from the cold.

"Nope. This ice-cream is all mine" she shakes her head stubbornly quickly eating a large bit so there's hardly any left. I frown, trying to seem upset with her, though I'm not sure I can ever be. Well, something has to be done about this. Refusing to share ice-cream with your best friend is just unacceptable! So I shrug and lean forward to steal a lick. As I come back up, smiling broadly, she looks at me with a shocked expression. As if she didn't expect it...

"What? Best friends tax! I get a small percentage of anything you have. It's the sharing rule of al friendships" I ramble on and she just giggles. Well at least one of us thinks the fact that she leaves me tongue tied is funny. Before I know it she's lifting the ice-cream up again, out stretched towards me. 'She's offering me some' I think, smiling broadly. Stupid, stupid Mitchie!

As I stick out my tongue to eat some of the deliciously cool desert she moves it high then my mouth. My nose is very cold. Freezing in fact.

"Mickey!" I squeal, going cross eyed as I look down at the dollop of creamy white on the end of my nose. She laughs, looking completely bemused. Oh, I'll give her bemused. I stick my finger into her cold treat, making sure to get a good amount of my finger before streaking it across her cheek.

"Oh! It's all cold. And a little sticky..." she mutters and I giggle.

"Do you have a napkin to wipe this off with?" I ask, deciding it's probably time to get it off before I get frost bite on my nose (no, I'm not melodramatic!). Her grin suddenly widens, and for a moment I'm a little scared at what that can mean.

"Oh we don't need napkins" she tells me and begins to lean in towards me. For a moment my heart is fluttering so fast I think it's about to give out and just stop dead. Then I feel the damp warmth of her tongue as she licks the ice-cream from my nose and her soft breath hits my skin as she giggles, sending a shiver down my spine.

It's around this point that my brain stops functioning properly. Stupid, stupid brain! All I can think is Mikayla, cute, lips, tongue, mmm.... And so before I know it my hands are cupping her soft, flushed cheeks and bringing her the few centimeter's closer so that our lips crash against each others. The butterflies in my stomach that always appear in my best friends presense suddenly become frenzied, churning round three times as fast as normal. My lips are on fire, burning at her sweet touch, and it takes me one amazing, beautiful, extraordinary moment before I realize she's not kissing me back.

I quickly pull away, my cheeks redder than they've ever been my entire life. My thoughts now are something more like '!'.

"I'm so sorry..." are the last words that escape my mouth before I quickly sprint out of the room.

That about brings us to where I am now. Sitting on this rooftop, my feet dangling over the edge, just staring down at the city below me. It looks so huge, stretching out forever around me, it's buildings reaching every horizon. And yet watching the people down below me they're all so small. Like little miniatures in a toy town. I want to reach down and pick up the people walking along the street, but I can't reach.

Every single night since that day, I dream of what happened. Over and over again. And it always ends the same. There's always that extra chapter that hasn't happened yet. She calls my house, I'm the only one home. I answer and she sounds so distant, so cold. She tells me 'Mitchie, I don't think we can be friends anymore'. That's it. The end. And I just brake down, because there's no point fighting it. And the last thing I hear before I wake up is the long, drawn out 'beeeeeeep' as the line goes dead, she's hung up on me for the last time.

I just keep waiting. I'm waiting for it to finally happen, because I know it will. But the waiting is painful. She hasn't called yet, and it's been almost two weeks. In fact it about an hour and thirteen minutes it will have been exactly two weeks since I did the stupidest thing in my entire life so far. And I've just been waiting, waiting, the whole time feeling like someone's tearing my heart out slowly with their bare hands. It's hard to breath lately.

Up hear, it's so peaceful. I can just get away. It's only the sounds of the wind and the dulled noises of the city below as if hearing them from behind thick glass. And... footsteps? Frowning I slowly pull myself up, putting a good distance between myself and the ledge before turning around to face whoever's there.

"Mikayla?".