Wait. Did Mitchie just say that she and Shane aren't going to make it? Does this mean that she….she wants me? She wants to date me. Mitchie wants to date me. This…cannot be happening. Mitchie, the girl I have loved forever wants to love me. Right? That's what she means right?
"Cat- babe, what are you thinking?" Mitchie looked at me, turning the corners of her light pink lips into a smirk. Oh god-does this girl try to make me jizz all the time? Ah. Why is my best friend so freaking hot. Like seriously.
"Ug, I was thinking about us, Mitch. I mean, I really truly want to date you. Like I really do." Mitchie giggled.
"Oh Cat. You're adorable. We are going to date. I can pretty much promise you that." She ended her sentence with a cute little laugh. God, this freaking girl is killing me. Why in hell is she so freaking gorgeous.
"Mitchie. Your killing me over here, you really are." She laughed, her little lips curly into an irresistible smile.
"Cat. I'm tired. Can we go to bed please?" No. No. No. I can't go to bed with her. I'll, lose control or some shit like that. I can't lose contro… "Caitlyn. Are you freaking listening to me? Ha, you seem so out of it, love."
"Aw, sorry girl. Ha, okay let's go to bed…"
"Can we sleep in your bed? I've never slept in it before." Oh sweet Jesus.
"Sure, love."
"Cat, are your parents home?"
"No, Mitch. Why?"
"I was just wondering." She ended her sentence with a cute little giggle. Oh god. Please Caitlyn, please don't lose yourself. Please please don't lose yourself. She's your best… "Oh, I'm gonna get changed for bed. Turn around please." Oh god. I wonder what she's going to wear. Oh god, Geller. Fucking get it together. Think of a dog dying. Think of your mother being run over thing or any other fucking thing other than this girl in your room. When no one else is home. Getting changed for bed. "Caitlyn. Come to bed please."
Holy.
Hot.
Fuck.