I was sitting at the kitchen table eating my breakfast while watching hot tunes TV. Apparently Demi came out to the press and confessed her love to Selena Gomez. It was like a dream come true! My two favorite celebrities getting together? I never knew that Demi was talking about her when she said it was her biggest regret. I dropped my cereal spoon when Demi mentioned me. Not my name, she didn't know my name, but she said she met a fan at the fair who gave her some helpful advice. If I hadn't been so soar and tired, I would have been jumping up and down through my kitchen.
I finished eating and put my dishes in the sink knowing that Harper didn't like it when I left them at the table. She thinks I need to be more responsible now that we were graduated. I don't see why It was such a big deal that I needed to change completely just because we were considered adults now. I realize that I needed to be responsible in work and everything, but why couldn't I be my usual sloppy self around the house? I ran upstairs and got ready for the day; showering, brushing my teeth, etc. I got done and went back downstairs and grabbed my keys from the rack next to the front door. I went out and got into my blue Chevrolet pick up truck and drove off to the diner.
Harper's uncle owned 'The Diner' down in town, so naturally, Harper had a job there until she decided what it was she wanted to do with the rest of her life. Everyone had always thought she would be some big fashion designer because of all the odd outfits she had created throughout her life, but she had told me that that was just her way of releasing stress and pent up anger towards her parents. The bell above the door rang as I stepped in. The place was slow, but not completely deserted. Though it lacked an original name, this was one of the main hangouts throughout the town. It got especially busy when school let out and all the teenagers were free to hang out with their friends. Though 9 was way too early for any teenager, especially me. Hey, I might have graduated, but I am still very much a teen hence the name eighteen. I went to the front and found Harper reading the paper on her stool at the cash register.
"So do you often let your customers go unnoticed?" I asked her taking a seat across from her.
"No, You're not a customer if your not paying for anything." was her response without taking her eyes from her paper.
"How do you know I'm not going to pay for something?" Right then her uncle came out of the back and he broke out into a wide smile when he saw me.
"Well looky here! Why its spot!" I rolled my eyes playfully at his nickname and accepted his outstretched arms for a hug.
"Hey Uncle." When I was younger, every time he saw me I was covered in spots. First time, I had the chicken pocks and he was bringing Harper to visit me. After that, his niece and I had been splashing around in the mud puddles after it had rained and I was wearing a white t-shirt. By the time he saw me, I was covered in brown flecks of mud. After that it was random moments up until I was 14 that miraculously every time he saw me I was covered in some sort of spots, which is why that is his nickname for me. He truly was like an uncle to me, just like Harper is like my sister.
"Well, what would you like this morning? Everything is on the house" He told me cheerily and Harper pointed to him tiredly with her pen without looking up.
"That's how" This was normal, happened almost every day. I politely declined his offer telling him I had already eaten and he disappeared back into the kitchen. I took my seat again across Harper and started pouring sugar into my hand from the dispenser. It was an old habit.
"So did you hear about the new couple?" I asked her. This was sort of a trick question, and you'll see why.
"Demena? Yeah, I heard. It's pretty cute, they were like meant for each other." She said dismissively and I finally noticed why she hadn't looked up. She was doing the weekly crossword. Harper took pride in being the first to submit her winning puzzle every week for the past two years. I didn't think that was such a big deal, but it meant a lot to her, so I just let her continue with her happiness.
"Yeah, they are, but they weren't who I was referring to" This is why it was a trick. She might have known about Demena, but she didn't know about my new girl. No matter what her answer, I still got to surprise her.
"Then who?" I started smiling as I thought of Mitchie. She was so beautiful and cute. I got the chance to talk to her over the phone last night because I needed to tell her a time that I would be by to pick her up and she needed to know how to dress. I told her casual. I figured I'd do something simple and take it easy for our first date. It was going to be a picnic in a certain place I stumbled upon years ago. I made sure the weather was all for it so it should turn out great.
"Well I was thinking Malex, but I don't know if that sounds conceited since its mostly my name, so I thought maybe we could go with Roress, but that just sounds weird, so then I thought-" Harper's head snapped up from her crossword and she put her full attention on me.
"You're with someone!? Since when? How long have you been together, do i know her?" Yes she knew I was gay and she wasn't just okay with it, she fully supported me, and even encouraged me.
"Sorta, I asked her to go out with me last night. Her name is Mitchie Torres." I smiled dreamily getting lost in thought thinking about her. I didn't know her but there was just something about her that pulled me in. It's like there's some sort of spark and the first time our eyes met, I couldn't seem to pull away. I snapped out of my daydream to find Harper smirking while watching me.
"What?" I asked her confused of why she was staring at me.
"You really like this girl"
"What? No, I- I mean- I don't even know her"
"Then why'd you ask her out?" I opened my mouth to respond when I found I didn't have an answer. Why did I ask her out? I didn't know her, I've never seen her before in my life. I can't just like someone by their looks. But It doesn't feel like this is just about her looks...
"To get to know her" I decided finally.
"Get to know who?" A voice asked from behind me and I turned to see a goddess watching me with a knowing smile. Mitchie giggled when i found myself stuttering, absolutely stunned by her beauty. She was wearing a leather jacket, a band tee and worn out jeans and she still blew me away. How could someone be that beautiful!?
"So, this the girl?" Harper asked from behind the counter.
"The girl?" Mitchie questioned. "And what girl might you be referring to? Maybe I know her"
"The 'Mitche Torres'" she said sighing dreamily and mocking my previous expression. I stared horrified at her.
"Harper!" I slapped her arm.
"What?" She laughed while Mitchie giggled adorably. "That's all you've told me!" She said defensively putting her hands up in surrender. Before I could protest more Mitchie turned me so that I was facing her.
"Don't worry, I think it's cute" She said as I found myself getting lost in her mesmerizing chocolate brown eyes. What she did next I did not expect. she kissed me on the cheek and I felt the heat rise to my cheeks.
"see you tonight" She told me before walking out swaying her hips and I knew she was teasing me. I bit my lip as Harper got up and stood by me.
"Oh she's good" Harper commented. I couldn't even respond, I could still feel her soft lips against my cheeks.

Sorry it's such a short chapter, but I don't have much time left again and I promised myself I'd have a Mitchie Marathon tonight before bed to relieve some stress. I just wish Selena played her love interest... Anyways, I hope you guys like the story so far, I only got two reviews, hopefully that's about to change ;) hint hint.