"Mikayla, Kiss Me."

This can't be happening! Did she really just ask me that??!! OMG!! I'm freaking out!

"What?"

"Never mind."

"Crap. I screwed up again, didn't I" Yes, yes I did. Now I may never get this chance again.

"What do you mean?"

"Mitchie, I….I love you. And I have always loved you. Its just, I don't know if you love me back. And yes. I am just coming right out and saying this."

"I love you."

"I know. I probably just- wait a minute. What?"

"I said, I love you. And I'm sorry I didn't say it earlier, its just….."

I move from my position by the door and walk closer to her. "Mitchie, you have no idea how happy that makes me."

She stands in front of me now and I want to hug or kiss or something. Just to seal the deal.

"Kayla," she gently raises her hand to brush my cheek, I lean into the touch.

"What was it you wanted me to do?"

"It's okay, I'll do it for you." She closes the remaining space between us in a breathtaking kiss. Its soft and sweet and everything I've ever dreamed of.

Whispered "I love you's" follow the kiss. I move us toward the couch, my knee's could no longer hold up.

"Mikayla?"

"Mhhh?"

"Thanks. For bringing me here. Its brought back some amazing memories."

"And I believe we just made some new ones."

"Yes. Yes we did. Care to make some more?" she straddles my hips and places a light kiss to my forehead, giving me an excellent view of her cleavage.

"That depends. What kind of memories? Ones we could the world, or ones that we have to keep private?"

She smirks, "How bout a little of both?"

"Anything for you, Popcorn."

She closes the space between us, but not before another set of "I Love you's" It was going to be a long night.

Last night was amazing. No you pervs. We didn't do anything like that. We stayed up really late and just talked. We hadn't spent time together, like real time, in so long. It turns out her and Miley did have a thing. Miley fell for her, and she had to break it off, because of me.

That broke my heart. To hear her talk about loving someone, but not being able to love her completely because she loved me. It made me feel so guilty for not telling her sooner. After she told me that, we made out for like 5 minutes. Then when air was important, stupid lungs, we ended up watching a movie and cuddling.

She fell asleep not long after and I carried her to bed. Can you believe I can carry her?! It was awesome!

The best part was being able to wake up and finding her sleeping in my arms.

That's where I am now, just watching her. She's so beautiful when she sleeps. Her mouth hangs slightly open and she's cuddled tightly into my body.

I giggle when she moans a little and says, "Kayla, that smells funny." What in the world is she dreaming about?

A few minutes of staring later and she wakes up.

"Morning,"

"Hello Beautiful. Sleep well?" she looks so pretty when she's sleepy.

"Yes, but I had the craziest dream!"

"Like what?" she turns over so she's half laying on me, half not. I wrap my arms around her.

"Oh, you know. Crazy dream things. Things that never happen."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that. My dream came true." To punctuate my sentence I kissed her once. She slowly pulled away, a dazed look on her face.

"Gosh, must everything you say inspire a song?"

"We'll I guess that means I'm your inspiration. Right?"

"Always have and always will be."

I bring back the teasing; this conversation was getting a little too sappy for me.

"So. Mitch? What exactly smelt 'so funny?'" My tone is mocking and she giggles before turning a bright shade of red.

"Nothing." She mumbles into my neck. I place my hands higher up onto her back before kissing the top of her head. Now I'm changing the mood again.

"I love you. So much. You don't even know."

She rolls over, but I keep her locked into my arms. We lay in bed for about 10 minutes before her phone rings. She's too lazy to answer, and by the ringtone it's no one important. But it rings again, and again, and again.

The moment is lost after the fifth call, as she moves to check who would get their ass kicked later for ruining her 'moment'. I giggle at the fierce look on her face, but stop as I realize how serious she really is.

"It was Miley. And Taylor. Over and over again." Her face falls.

"Are you…going to…call them back?"

"No."

I smile. She crawls back onto the bed and flops down next to me.

"Kayls?"

"Yes, beautiful"

"Let's go to the beach"

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"The sun is hot. But Mitchie is hotter." I carve the words into the wet sand. Mitchie reads them over my shoulder and kisses my neck. That alone sends a wave of shivers to run down my spine, just as a wave washes away the words.

"Mitchie, I love you." Is written next, followed by her quickly sitting in my lap. I place small kisses over her neck and back, as the wave washes the words away.

"Mitchie, turn around and kiss me!" is written next, followed by her doing exactly that. She's urgent and we've gotten better at kissing each other. Strange isn't it?

She's quick to push me roughly back. My finger etches words into the damp sand. I gently push her off of me and get up. Grabbing her hands I kiss each one. She looks confused so I nod down toward the sand. Pulling her body into mine I whisper the words I had written while she reads them.

"You'd look hotter without that top." The waves wash it away and I start walking back with her on my heels.

"I swear, I'm going to disconnect that thing!"

Again the phone rang in between our making out. Except this time, it was me who was quickly pissed off. I'd finally gotten her shirt off, and now she's putting it back on.

"What!" I practically scream into the phone.

"Mikayla! Oh thank god! Are you okay?! Where are you?!"

Its just then that the past three days catch up to me.

"Mom?"

"Mikayla! You are in so much trouble!!!"

There's chapter four! Thanks for reading! Reviews are awesome!