A/N- So i had this whole story written, and then accidentally deleted most of it. So, i re-wrote it. i don't know. :/
She sat across my bedroom, laughing like I've seen her laugh a million times before, except it was different this time. There was something different. I couldn't exactly pinpoint what exactly it was. Her smile made my room glow like a ray of sunshine; her laugh filled my room with a beautiful melody. I stared at her, giggling like we did when we were eight years old.
"Mikayla, do you remember—" I started to ask, before I was cut off by her continued laughter.
"What,—" My best friend paused to end her charade of hysterics before she continued her sentence. "Mitch? What were you saying?"
I bit down on my bottom lip as if Mikayla triggered some different emotion in me. She always said my name. She always talked to me while she was laughing. We joked around, but why was this time so unlike all the other times?
"Remember when we were twelve years old, and we were in your backyard on your swing set, and I was pushing you because you wanted to get really high to jump off? So, I was leaning forward with my arms extended, waiting for you to swing back to me, and Shane Gray hopped over your fence from his backyard, and I glanced over to smile at him, and you flew backwards into me… remember?" I explained to Mikayla wondering if she remembered that childhood memory that I cherished.
Mikayla chuckled which explained to me that she did remember.
"That would have never happened if you didn't think you were in little kid love with Shane Gray!" She teased me, and then continued. "That's when high meant soaring through the air on a playground, not soaring from the contents in a bong, waiting to land a spot on TMZ's website, ready to be the latest scandal." Mikayla joked as she stood from the chair at my desk, and walked over to lie down next to where I sat on my bed.
I couldn't help but giggle at her dig towards pop singer; Hannah Montana. Hannah is also Mikayla's rival in the singing industry. They're always fighting to be the number one song in the country, or be voted 'Best Dressed' at an event. I'm just Mitchie Torres, some girl that loves music, but I'm well known as 'Mikayla's Best Friend.' I have to uphold a rep with that name. It means being there for Mick to offer my undying support at anytime. I'm team Mikayla over team Hannah or anyone that tries to bring my best friend down.
"Well, now I know I wasn't in love at that age. I was young, I thought I knew. Shane wouldn't even be a thought in my mind now if it wasn't for him being on every music channel I turned to.— But then after you swung into me, I crashed to the floor, crying, and embarrassed in front of Shane, clutching at my stomach because I was in pain. Shane was chuckling at what had happened, and you ran to my side to see if I was okay—"
"I was gonna go get my mom, but then you started smiling. I remember. Mitchie, you went from rolling on the floor in tears to giggling as you stood back up, brushing the dirt off yourself. We started dying of laughter at something that wasn't even that funny. We totally ignored the fact that Shane was even there. It felt like it was just me and you at that moment."
That last sentence she said stuck in my mind, 'it felt like it was just me and you at that moment,' what does she mean by that?
I kicked my feet out in front of me, and brought myself to lie down on my side, facing Mikayla's angelic face. She's gorgeous, I thought as her eyelids fluttered closed then quickly reopened.
"It always feels like it's just me and you when you're around, Mick." Her chocolate brown eyes shifted to look me dead in the eyes.
"I love you. You're my best friend. You've been my best friend since before we even knew where we were heading in our lives. Thank you, Mitchie. Thank you for never leaving my side through anything."
Mikayla scooted her body closer to me, signaling she wanted to rest her head on my chest, so I turned my body to lay flat on my back. My best friend laid her head down on my chest and put one of her legs over mine. My arms had found a way to slither around her body to hold her closer. We always loved to cuddle with each other. It's comforting to have my best friend to just lay and forget about everything with.
Mikayla had quickly fallen asleep in my arms after an extremely long day, but I couldn't quite get myself to fall into that state. I was more focused on the thoughts racing through my head about why my heart had started beating so quickly when I realized Mikayla's chest was right up against the side of my own body.
I awoke to the sound of birds chirping right outside my window, and my skin feeling bare. As my eyes opened, I realized Mikayla was no longer beside me in my arms. I lifted my head then propped myself up on my elbows, waiting for my pupils to get used to the enormous amount of sunlight shining through my window.
Mikayla came strolling out of the bathroom that was connected to mine and my sister's room in her bra and underwear. My eyes widened as I took in her toned stomach and tanned legs.
"W-What are you doing?" I questioned, again noticing my heart starting to race.
Mikayla strolled over to me without noticing my eyes gazing at her half naked body.
"Doesn't this bra look too small? My tits are like popping out, right?" Mick asked, not recognizing what exactly she was doing to me by making me stare at her breasts to come up with an answer.
Personally, her bra looks fine to me. Actually, it looks more than fine. Well her boobs look more than fine. Wait—what? What am I talking about? I've seen Mickey's boobs on more than one occasion, and I never looked at her like this. Thoughts about Mikayla's round, soft-looking breasts were running rapid throughout my brain. Feelings I never felt before surged through my body like electricity.
Mikayla waved her hand in front of my face to snap me back to reality, then gripped her boobs, pushing them up to stare at them.
"No," I managed to say before feeling heat build up on my cheeks, and quickly shifting my eyes to stare at my guitar that stood up, against my wall.
"Uh, your bra actually, um, looks fine… to me." I said, and lifted myself off my bed and hurried out of my bedroom before Mikayla triggered any other feelings I was totally unaware of.
My house was empty because my family decided to go on vacation together. I insisted I should stay here to feed the dogs, and keep the house tidy. The main reason I really wanted to stay behind was so me and Mickey could be by ourselves without any interruptions.
I sat at my kitchen table, questioning my feelings for Mikayla.
I've always noticed the little things about her, like how she always tries to blow the tiny strands of hair that fall out of her face away, but always fails, and winds up using her hand anyway. I know that every time she goes out on stage to perform, she has to close her eyes to take in the amount of fans screaming her name because she's still in shock by it all. I know that Mikayla loves to have inside jokes with people. She can spit gum out from her mouth, and up into the air then catch it back in her mouth. She likes to take a break from all the screaming fans, and all the men that stalk her with their cameras, and sometimes she wishes she could just lead a life where she was unnoticed. I know all these things. I know more about her than anyone does.
Last night while I was holding her in my arms, and today in my room, just showed me the real feelings I have for my best friend. I don't love her as a friend. It has always been more. The way I find myself glancing at her ass, staring at her lips, and gazing into her eyes, isn't exactly friend behavior. Somewhere along the line, through the years, I fell in love with the girl that I took a chance on getting to know in line for a Barney audition. This isn't just "little kid love," like Mikayla calls my crush on Shane, but real love. I'm in love with Mikayla. Well, if cupid had a heart, he would make you fall. Only one problem, to you, I'm a friend, how do I tell you, you're my perfect ten? I sang in my head, which was followed by a chuckle that escaped my lips. I was amused at myself that I related Mikayla's first hit single to my situation.
A/N- good? bad? let me know. i'll post the next chapter if people actually read this. haha. so R&R? :)
