Hey guys, thanks a lot for reading and reviewing. It's great to know that some people are actually reading my story.
Today is my birthday, yay! It's Demi Lovato's birthday too! So happy birthday to the both of us. :)
So without further ado, enjoy. :D
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Alex's POV
"But daddy," I said, dragging out the 'y' and then proceeded to pout at him.
"Don't 'but daddy' me," my dad shook his head and crossed his arms.
I crawled off my bed and jumped in front of him by the door, "That's not fair, it wasn't even my fault, he started it!"
"Honey, I don't care. You should not have hit him in the first place. Now give me your wand."
I muttered under my breath and stomped my way over to the drawer where my wand was hidden. I held the wand in my hand and whispered, "I'll miss you Demi."
"You named your wand?"
"N-no, I said, 'bye bye baby'."
"Mm hmm, now hand your baby over," my dad extended his hand to me. Groaning, I complied and dropped Demi into his palm. My dad walked out of my room saying, "You'll get it back in a month."
My jaw dropped, "A month?! For slapping a guy?! No freaking way.."
"Yes freaking way!" My dad yelled back to me from the hallway.
Wow, one month without the glowing chopstick, harsh.
I face-palm myself and groan, "I want my baby back.."
A female voice rings into my ears, "Who's your baby?" Mitchie appears from the door and gives me a small smile.
"It's nothing," I jump onto my bed face first and start a baby fit, hitting my pillows and kicking the bed.
"Whoa there kangaroo, what's up?" She drops her handbag on the floor and sits down beside on me the bed, "I heard what happened," she whispers to me while giving me an awkward front to back hug.
"You did?"
She nods in response, "Yeah, your dad told me. I heard him talking about you k. a customer."
"I did not, I smacked him once and he ran away."
"So why'd you do it?"
I turned around and sat up to face her, "He was just pissing me off."
"What'd he do?" Mitchie angles her head to the side with a questioning look.
"Nothing."
"Tell me!"
"I said no."
"Tell me please?"
"No, leave me alone!" I chuck a throw pillow at her, which causes her to jump off the bed surprised and angry.
Jeez, work on your temper She-Hulk.
She stands in front of me for a couple of seconds before grabbing her purse, "Fine, if you won't tell me, then I won't bother with you," she says sternly, heading towards the door.
"Wait Mitch I'm sorr--," the door slamming interrupts me, "Dammit."
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Ring. Ring. Ring.
Come on Mitch pick up.
"Hello?"
"Mitchie! I'm so sorry for what happened before. I really am sorry!"
"Alex?"
"Mrs. Torres?"
"Yes, this is her. Mitchie left her cell phone at home."
"Do you have any idea where she might have gone?"
"I don't really know, but today Mitchie will be a little moody."
"Why?"
"Today is the day that her dad died... it's also her birthday."
"Oh.."
"Well, I hope you find her. She's usually walking around on her own during this time."
"Thank you Mrs. Torres."
"You're welcome dear."
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"Mitchie! Where are you?!" I was running around God knows where in New York, it was getting dark and cold fast.
If she doesn't want to be found, then why look?
'Because I love her.'
That's what I kept on telling myself when I scraped my knee jumping a wire fence because I thought I saw her, when I cut my leg against a stray barb wire, when a dog bit me when I walked by, and even when it started raining.
So here I am now, shivering out in the cold, hugging my body to keep warm while walking absentmindedly around an empty park.
Well, that's not fair. She never told you when her birthday was.
Sighing, I make my way over to the swings, then settled myself into a seat." Just mother effing great," I whisper to myself, using my feet to push myself on the swing.
Hey, isn't that her?
Taking a look in front of me, I manage to focus on a person walking along the sidewalk with a rainbow striped umbrella from across the street. Jumping from my seat, I excitedly yell out, "Mitchie!"
Mitchie stops walking and turns to look at me before taking off at breakneck speed.
Nice..
"Wh-where's she going?"
Away from you.
That's just great.
I chase after her as fast as I can, dodging random hobos here and there, and also few cars when she runs across streets. "Mitchie, wait please!" She ignores my plea and keeps on running towards familiar territory, her neighborhood. Skipping up the few steps to her apartment, Mitchie opens the door and slams it in my face. "Mitchie open up please!"
"Go away."
"Please, I'm sorry!" I yell at the door, keeping my ground in front of her apartment, "I won't leave until you open the door."
"Fine," Mitchie opens the door a crack and then slams it again, "Now leave."
She's just made of bitch, ain't she?
"Mitchie!"
No answer.
"Be that way," I cross my arms and plop my butt on the floor, "Criss cross apple sauce."
It's freaking cold, dude.
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Mitchie's POV
"Mitch, why won't you just open the door and let the poor girl in?" Mother asks me with a hand on her hip and raised eyebrow, standing in front of me in my room.
"Mom, I just don't know. Can I have a moments peace?"
My mom sighs and walks out the door, "Teenagers."
I groan, "Moms."
Lying back on my bed, I grab a pillow and cover my face, letting out a loud, "Damnnnn it!"
It really isn't Alex's fault, I guess I overreacted..
Yes, you did.
Oh, hello gay self.
Hello.
Dropping the pillow back on the bed, I pull myself up and walk lazily towards the front door, ignoring Mother's weird looks she was giving me. I unlocked and opened the front door, but no one was there.
"Huh?"
"See, now she left. Mitchie, call her and apologize dear," mom says as she hands me the home phone.
"Fine," I grumble while I dial Alex's cell phone number.
"Hello?"
"Alex, where are you?" My mom stares at me, as if reading carefully at what I will say.
"Somewhere. Oh hey, can you go in your room for a second?"
"Huh?"
"Please."
"Fine."
"Thank you," she says, then the line goes dead. I hand my mom the phone and head towards my room, but when I get there, nothing is amiss.
Tap tap tap.
"What the?" I turn to look at my window, and there she is.
She smiles at me and waves while keeping one hand behind her back, "Open up Mitch." I stare at her dumbfoundedly while she still has that grin on her face, but nonetheless, I walk over to her, then unlatch and open the window. She climbs in as I step aside, giving her room, "Okay, now before you say anything, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for upsetting you earlier, and here," she extends the hand she had behind her back, revealing about a dozen red roses, "I didn't know what your favorite flower was, but you told me your fave color was red.. so.."
"I love it," I give Alex a small smile and envelope her in a hug, but careful enough to not destroy the flowers.
"Y-you do?" she whispers quietly in my ear.
"Yeah," she seems to relax in my hold and then mimics my awkward hold on her.
"Happy birthday."
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Alex's POV
So it's been about a week into my grounding that I noticed something.
You're gay.
No, not that. I've known that for awhile.
I see.
I see too!
Wow..
Yeah, but it's not that. I noticed that Max has been very quiet.
Your point is?
I dunno, he might be planning to prank me or something.
Are you kidding me, he can't even tie his shoes let alone think of a plan to prank you.
True.. hey, why are you so smart?
I'm called your intelligence, sound it out.
Pft, hah I know what that means.
And that is?
Intelligence.. it means a portable television!
Are you joking?
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Gah, damn teenagers and their dirty eating habits.
You're a teenager.
Yeah, but at least I have manners with eating.
Says the girl that drinks from milk cartons and goes through pickles like air..
What?
Nothing.
I sprayed the evil brown splotch that was mocking me on table five for about the dozenth time and wiped it down as hard as I could with my rag, "It won't freaking come off.."
"Hey Alex, wanna go shopping after our shift is over?" Mitchie asks from the cash register, looking at me with an adorable smile.
"Sure," I mumble, still trying to destroy the hell out of this dirty spot.
For Spartaaaa!
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"Hey baby, what do you say you and your friend over there hang out with me?"
"Excuse me?" I glare at the annoying guy that was blocking my way into the Late Nite Bite. Mitchie is standing behind me, well, hiding behind me.
"You, her, and me at my house," he said, pointing to me and Mitchie, then himself.
You attract so many idiots.
"Who do you think you are?" I asked through clenched teeth, trying to keep my temper down in front of Mitchie.
"I'm the one and only Chad Dylan Cooper," he said, acting like he was the boss around here.
"Oh yeah? Well, I'm Alexandria Maria Russo. You're not the only with a long ass name," I said, grabbing Mitchie by the wrist and checking Chad in the shoulder hard. He grabbed his shoulder and yelled out a 'hey', but Juliet appeared from nowhere with a bat and told him to leave if he wanted to keep his blood.
Chad exclaimed, "Jeez lady, you're mean as hell."
Juliet tensed her shoulders and flared her nostrils, "You think I'm mean now, see me again when I'm pmsing!" Then got into batting stance, which scared the guy off.
Mitchie shook my grip off her wrist gently and hugged my arm while we walked towards Al and Cindy, the Late Nite Bite owners. "Hello Oprah and friend," Cindy said, while Al smiled, showing his bare fangs.
"Oprah?" Mitchie questioned.
"Long story," I replied.
"So what will you have, girls?" Cindy asked.
I pondered my thoughts for a moment, "Do you guys have any strawberry ice cream?"
Al and Cindy looked at each other and shrugged, "We'll check," they said and disappeared behind the kitchen doors.
"So.. you like strawberries?" Mitchie asked.
"Yep! I really love them," I exclaimed, and then for some reason, Mitchie shivered and tensed up.
Hahaha smooth.
