A/N: Hello friends. Welcome to chapter four. I hope you enjoy. xx
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Chapter Four: Movie
I and Mitch made it back to the hotel around 2:20. We had walked the whole way, and were both a bit out of breath. We also found out that we were actually staying in the same hotel, just a few floors apart.
Mitch unlocked the door to the room he and Jerome were sharing, plopping down on the bed instantly. I laughed a bit, shutting the door behind me and sitting down beside him. He sat up, yawning a bit, and casually put an arm around my side. I blushed a bit, looking down at my knees.
"Don't look down," he joked, poking me in the side, "I want to see your pretty face."
I blushed even more, but this time I looked up. He grinned, poking my cheek as well, "There we go."
"So what movie are we going to watch?" I asked.
"I don't know," he shrugged, "We'll figure that bridge out when we cross it."
"I don't think that's how the saying goes," I joked.
"Do you know what I want to do even more than watch a movie?" he asked, looking expectantly at me.
"What?" I chuckled, staring at his gorgeous hazel eyes. The outer ring of color was a deep brown, that slowly faded to olive as it reached the center. Tiny specks of bright green danced around his pupil.
"Did you hear what I just said?" he laughed.
"Huh?" I snapped out of my trance-like state, "Uh, no…sorry. I was looking at your eyes. That sounded creepy."
"I can't say I wasn't looking at yours, but at least I can control my trances," he joked, "Yours are really pretty…like a bright hazel. They're olive green but with flecks of brown and light green. A bit of gold, too."
"Thanks," I smiled faintly, "I always thought my eyes were pretty boring."
"No way!" Mitch chuckled, "They're gorgeous."
"So are yours," I stated, "They're like, chocolate brown on the outside and then it fades to olive, as well."
"Well now that we're done observing each other's eyes," Mitch laughed a bit, "I said I'd rather have a pillow fight."
"Oh, you're challenging the queen of pillow fights to a pillow fight? You're going down," I snatched a pillow off his bed and before he could react, I had already hit him over the head.
"You're on!" he laughed, dodging my next blow and grabbing a pillow of his own.
He flung the pillow around, connecting with my body a few times. I whacked him on the shoulder, and he fell onto his side. I continuously beat his side with the fluffy object until he was done laughing and managed to choke out a few words.
"Okay, okay, you win!" he exclaimed, "You weren't kidding."
"Juliet Shellbrook doesn't kid around with pillow fights," I declared.
"I noticed," he laughed, rolling onto his back and putting his hands behind his head.
I plopped down beside him, taking up the same position. The pillows were now discarded at the end of the bed.
"Now what?" I asked.
"Tickle fight!" he exclaimed, reaching for my sides.
I squealed, wriggling away from him. Or, at least trying to. My efforts were wasted, as he had a firm grip on me.
He started to tickle my sides, right under my rib cage. I laughed, twisting around.
"S-stop!" I laughed, writhing away from him finally, "I can't breathe."
"Fine," he grumbled jokingly, "But only because I want you to be able to breathe."
"That's so nice of you," I crawled back over to him, laying down once again, "Want to play 21 questions? You know, to learn more about each other."
"Sounds good!" he grinned, "Me first. Okay, how old are you?"
"Twenty," I answered, "I'd ask your age, but I already know it. Favorite food?"
"Poutine," he answered instantly, "What's your favorite food?"
"Any kind of fish. Like sushi, salmon or even scallops," I replied.
"Mm…scallops…"
"Okay, I probably already know this one but here goes- favorite color?"
"Red. Yours?"
"Silver. Favorite season?"
"Winter. Favorite holiday?"
"Christmas. Small or large dogs?"
"Large. Night or day?"
"Night. Rain or sun?"
"Sun. You?"
"Rain. Past relationships?"
I rolled my eyes jokingly at Mitch, "None. You?"
"Same. And none? Wow."
"Why are you so surprised?" I laughed.
"Because you're like…" he shook his head, "I don't know, I just think that any guy would be lucky to have you."
I grinned, "I'd say the same about any girl for you."
He bit his lip, a small blush rising to his face, "Thank you."
"So, how about that movie?" I asked, sitting up.
"I'll grab my laptop," he said, swinging his feet off the side of the bed and walking over to his backpack.
I shuffled back on the bed so I was sitting against the headboard, legs crossed. Mitch settled down next to me, laptop in front of both of us.
He typed in the Netflix web address and signed into his account, browsing his home page.
"What movie?" he asked.
I shrugged, "What's new?"
"The Maze Runner?" he asked, clicking on the description for the movie.
"Looks good!" I nodded. He smiled, clicking on it. He put the movie into full screen and leaned back.
He glanced at me, reaching for my hand. I smiled as he interlaced our fingers, our hands resting comfortably on his right leg.
Approximately two hours and twelve minutes later, Mitch shut the lid of his laptop.
"That was really good," he stated, squeezing my hand. I smiled, nodding my head in agreement.
"The next one comes out in September," I stated.
"We'll have to see that one together, too," Mitch smirked.
"That'd be nice," I smiled sadly, "But you live in Florida and I live in Montreal."
"You're forgetting one key piece of information!" he chuckled.
"What?" I raised one eyebrow, brushing a lock of blonde hair from my face.
"I'm moving to Montreal in August," he smirked, "Some apartment complex near McGill university. Jerome's moving in with Louise in Jersey, so we're selling the Florida house."
"Oh, wow!" I laughed, "That's nice. I and Cedric live about twenty minutes from McGill."
"Perfect," he grinned.
"Oh shit, it's after five. I should call Cedric, he's probably freaking out," I said uneasily.
I pressed my brother's contact info on my phone, tapping the 'call' button. It rung just twice before Cedric picked up.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, "I'm heading back to the hotel. I assume you're there?"
"Yeah," I said, relieved he wasn't freaking out, "I'm hanging with Mitch in his room right now."
"Nice!" he replied, "Come back to our room and we'll order food."
"Okay, see you soon," I said, tapping the red button to end the call.
"Do you have to go?" Mitch made a frowny face, puffing out his lip.
"Yeah," I nodded sadly, "See you tomorrow?"
"8:30, hotel lobby, we can meet for breakfast. Then do you want to tag along with me for the day…? It's totally fine if you'd like to hang out with Cedric, though," he said quickly.
"I'd love to tag along with you," I said honestly, "I think Cedric wouldn't care either way, though I know his fans probably want him all to themselves."
"Well, mine probably want the same from me but I don't give a fluff. If I want to bring my friend with me then I will. They can suck it!" he laughed.
"How mature," I said in my best mom-voice, "But true. Okay, see you at 8:30."
I reluctantly released Mitch's hand, hopping off the bed and walking to the door. He followed me, opening his arms for a hug.
I gladly accepted, standing on my tip-toes. I was still about 5 inches shorter than him.
"Bye Juliet," he released me.
I opened the door, stepping into the hallway.
"Oh, one more thing!" Mitch exclaimed.
I turned around, just to have arms wrap around me and bring me closer to Mitch. I looked upwards, closing my eyes as his lips collided with mine. It felt like electricity was leaping from my lips to his, as I felt a shock throughout my entire body. It wasn't painful though, no, more like enjoyable. I smiled into the kiss, pulling away and placing my hands on his chest as Mitch still had me in an embrace.
He released me and a smile spread throughout my face. I bit my lip, staring into his eyes.
"Bye Hughes," I said fondly, turning around and walking down the hallway towards the elevators.
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A/N: I was so tired of hearing about fireworks that I decided to go with electricity, but then I realized electricity is used just as much as fireworks, so enjoy this piece of unoriginality. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. xx