A/N- thanks for everyone that reviewed. here's chapter 2 :)

Mikayla cleared her throat to signal that she had entered the room. I snapped my head towards her, not realizing she came in. She wasn't wearing any makeup. I absolutely loved it.

She walked over to the fridge to grab a water bottle, and tossed one over to me.

"Thanks." I said as I caught the bottle, and placed it on the table. "So since you have a couple days off, how do you wanna start it? What do you wanna do today?" I questioned, and watched her face form a pondering expression on it.

Before she answered, she brought the water bottle up to her lips, and I watched as her lips took to the form of the top of the plastic container. When she finished taking a swig of water, she slowly licked her top lip, then her bottom, and then gently bit down on it. I don't know if she did this because she saw me glaring at her lips, and licking my own, or if she casually did this without realizing.

Oh, how I'd love to feel her tongue glide along my own lower lip. She could bite it too as we're finishing up a kiss. I'd let her do anything to me. I want her to do anything she wants to me. I need her to.

"Well, we could go catch a movie, and then grab some food at In N Out Burger. Or we could stay here, order movies off of Pay per View, and eat pickles and Reese's all night. Personally, I like the second choice better, but it's up to you." Mikayla finally answered, bringing me back to reality.

I thought over the two options in my head.

Well, knowing Mickey she'll pick a scary movie causing me to be huddled into her body the whole time, which I won't mind doing. But, if we stay here, we can order numerous movies, and I could be cuddled into her for more than just one movie. Besides, cuddling with Mickey on my couch is much better than shoving my head in her body because I'm scared in an overly crowded theater. Although I haven't had In N Out in awhile and it sounds delicious right now. Burgers don't compare to some time with Mikayla though.

"The second one sounds perfect. Do you want pizza? I'll order it?" Mikayla nodded her head in response, while walking over to where I was seated.

I picked up the phone and dialed the number to the pizza place, and moved my body to face the chair next to mine, which was now occupied by my best friend.

"Hi. I would like to place a delivery. One pie. Half cheese. Half pepperoni."

Mikayla loved pepperoni; there was no question about it. I learned this fact as soon as we hung out for the first time. It's one of her favorite foods.

After the man on the phone received all my information, he explained that the pizza would be here in about fifteen minutes. I hung up and looked at Mikayla.

Mikayla reached her hand up to brush a few strands of hair that fell in my face away. Her fingertips against my cheek sent a shock through my body. My stomach had that little nuisance fluttering around it now. I guess I had to get used to the fact that butterflies would be a common factor in my life when I was around Mikayla.

She took another sip of her water, but this time a few drops dribbled down her chin, distracting me. I wiped the droplets of water away with the pad of my thumb, and her eyes locked with mine.

I searched her eyes for any answers, any hints, anything that would help me find out if she felt the same way about me as I did for her. We always did this. It's like we had silent staring contests, but we never declared a winner or loser. I held her chocolate colored eyes, and continued to search. While I stared deep into her brown orbs, she looked back, but not as deep. It looked like she was exploring my eyes, or maybe she was just admiring my whole face altogether.

I was the first to glance away. If I didn't, I think I would've kissed her. No, actually I definitely would have kissed her. All these new temptations and urges surprised me. They'll keep getting stronger, and stronger, and eventually I just won't be able to resist.

I want to kiss her. I don't want a rough, hard, 'oh-I'm-so-horny' type of kiss, but a soft, sweet one that I'll always remember. I want a kiss that makes you touch your lips afterwards because it still feels like there's sparks on them. I want a kiss that feels almost as if it's magical. I want all this with the girl I met at a Barney audition; I want all this with my best friend.

Mikayla's face held an expression as if she was thinking hard about something. I was about to ask her what had her thinking so much, but I heard the doorbell.

I opened the door, and grabbed the pizza box with both hands after paying the delivery guy the amount that was required.

When I headed back into the kitchen, Mikayla had the same facial expression as before I left. I set the pizza down on the table, and asked my friend what was wrong. She told me it was nothing, then instantly broke out of her trance.

"Let's bring this into the living room, and eat it while we watch a movie." Mikayla suggested, and picked up the box before I had time to object.

She placed the pizza pie down on the table in between the two couches, and grabbed the remote to put the TV on. I sat on the couch diagonal from the flat screen television, while Mikayla sat on the one directly in front of it.

She clicked the power on, and we settled on the hit MTV show, "Jersey Shore," until we were done eating the pizza we ordered. Personally, I could care less about a few fist-pumping idiots, but this was one of Mikayla's favorite shows. Her favorite person in the shore house was the girl with the big, fake tits.

Going against my better judgment, I decided to question Mikayla. "So why do you like the girl with the huge boobs?"

"She has a name. It's Jenni, or JWOWW." She corrected me, and continued. "I like her because she's cool. She's feisty. I think she's pretty too. Plus, she's not that much of a slut."

"All they do is party, and fight. What's so good about a show like this? The girl with the huge tits that could knock you out— I mean… Jenni," I said, knowing it would get Mikayla all worked up because I wouldn't call her beloved Jenni by her name. I lost my train of thought when Mikayla interrupted me, and shouted "call her by her name!"

"You sure you don't just like her because of her double Z's?" I said with a smile on my face, waiting to hear her answer.

"Well sure. That's part of it. She's good eye candy. She gives me something to look at." I sat, shocked. I couldn't tell if she was kidding or not. Did Mikayla really just say that? I was in awe. I couldn't figure out if the tone in her voice hinted a joke.

Our stomachs were filled up from the Italian food, so we decided to look through the channels for a good movie to watch. Mikayla, being the smart girl she is, chose to look through the HBO channels first, instead of automatically purchasing a film from Pay per View. Lucky for me, her favorite horror movie was starting in three minutes. Sarcasm.

Mikayla motioned her hand for me to go sit by her, and I obeyed. I never really was one to argue. Before I sat down by her, I made my way over to the kitchen, and acquired a jar of pickles from my refrigerator for her.

"Look what I got," I exclaimed as I lifted the jar up to show her. Her face lit up when she saw what I was holding. She loves these things, I don't know why. She stretched her hand out for me to hand her a salty pickle, along with starting her mini speech.

"You always know exactly what I want Mitchie. I can always count on you. I love you. You're so special to me. You know me better than anyone." I was starting to feel as if this wasn't just about the pickles, but I brushed it off.

Before "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" started, I ran to my room to get a blanket. As I was strolling back into the living room, I heard Mikayla's voice.

"Come on baby! Hurry your ass up! It's about to start!"

As I threw the blanket on her, I was about to tell her to shut up, and stop whining when— Wait. Did she just call me baby?

A/N- the next chapter is when something actually happens ;) so. R&R please?