i think we're finally getting down to the actually story lol enjoy this chapter. to whoever is still reading and whatnot, thank you xx
so like i've started writing a new story and i may or may not post it today...im not too sure. i probably will though. right after i post this chapter lol im excited about this one
"Mitchie baby love honey pie?" I gently spoke as I turned the car into another street.
We were driving to the mall. Both of us have been painfully lazy these past few days. We have practically been living at each others, taking it in turns. Last night she slept over at mine. We have tiny arguments over stupid things but that's it. We'll argue for a little bit, be hostile and off with one another until the one snuggles up to the other or makes a joke. Our grudges don't last long at all.
Today we finally decided that it would be healthy for us to actually leave the house for longer than what we have been. The only times that we leave the house is when we have yoga or classes that we need to attend – if we don't decide to skip them. We've been so wrapped up in one another that we've practically become unknown to the outside world. I'm not complaining though. Although things start to become hard when there's a lack of just about everything in the house. So this is why we're headed to the mall. We're in desperate need of supplies.
We've been in the car for less than two minutes and I'm already so close to pulling over, getting out and walking to the mall. Happy by Pharrell Williams started playing and that was it for me.
She laughed. "What?"
"Change this fucking song." I said with an over exaggerated groan.
"Why? I'm feeling happy." She tried her greatest at sounding serious but she ending up bursting out laughing.
I shot her a quick glare; the song was still on. "Seriously? Why are you torturing me like this?" I whined.
She then started clapping. "I feel like a room without a roof, babe."
I lifted my hand up to signal her to stop talking. "Don't babe me when such a song is playing."
Don't get me wrong, Despicable Me 2 is super adorable, I love it. This song on the other hand is a piece of shit. It's more annoying than Blurred Lines. She knows how much I hate this song.
What I had said only caused her to laugh again. "I'm just messing with you. I'll change it." She said as she connected her phone to the aux cable and chose a song. Robbers by The 1975 started playing and I smiled. This is our song. I could see her looking at me in my peripheral vision. She rested her hand on my thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I am happy though."
My smile ate my face. "That makes two of us." I reached for the hand that she had placed on my thigh and brought it to my lips, giving it a lingering kiss. "But please don't ever touch my thigh again when I'm driving if you don't want me to crash."
While we were at the mall, Harper called me and asked if Mitch and I would like to come to a barbeque at her house tomorrow. She still lives with her parents so she's blessed with a decently sized patio area and a garden. It's a little hard to have a barbeque in my apartment that lacks a balcony.
Seeing as we were at the mall, we went ahead and bought everything we thought that we should bring to Harper's.
Mitch wanted to go have a look in one of the shops because she said she needed new jeans. I love getting new clothes but the process of looking at every item, finding the right size, trying it on and then finally deciding whether you actually want it or not – it bores the crap out of me. So I left her to find a new pair of jeans alone. I went to the sweet shop and bought a bag of junk. It's not like I wouldn't have been able to buy this with her with me but I needed something to pass the time while she was on Mission Jean. Both of us found extreme happiness in bags of sweets. Mitchie particularly enjoys sour sweets.
I approached the clothing shop where she was looking and found her...exactly where I had left her. The sweet shop was on the other side of the mall. I couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh. I was so happy I never decided to stay.
I sneaked up behind her, snaking my arms around her stomach and resting my chin on her shoulder. "Hi." I whispered.
"Your perfume just saved you from being hit." She said as she carried on looking through the piles of jeans on the shelf.
"Oh?"
She hummed in response. "I smelt you when you touched me so that stopped the reflex of my elbow slamming into your stomach." She simply said, preoccupied with what she was looking for.
Mitch was watching a talk show on the TV one time. The guests on that episode were some self-defence guys. They were doing demonstrations on how people, mainly women as the entire audience was oestrogen, could protect themselves if they by any chance had to be involved in that situation. Mitch then called me to the room so that I could be her dummy doll. She practiced self-defence on me. Really it was super entertaining. She is now forever creeping up to me, showing off her 'stealth'. I don't even question anything anymore. She's adorable.
"Are you almost done?" I asked her as I held her a little tighter.
"No." She sighed. "I like these jeans but they've got stupid shit on the back pockets." She said as she flipped open the folded pair of jeans so that I could see the back pockets.
"It isn't tooo bad, babe." I said as looked at the clothing item.
"Yeah, but it isn't too nice either." She said as she put them back onto the shelf, focussing on the shelf below the one she put the previous pair back on.
"Can we do this another day?" I whispered as I kissed the skin below her ear. Dear God please let her say yes.
She shook her head. "How about these?" She asked as she held the pair up in front of her, now unfolded.
"Those are actually really nice." I stated.
"I think so too." She mumbled as she hung them over her arm, searching through the other pairs for her size. "Crap I don't think they have my size." She moaned.
I felt happy and sad all at once. Happy because she was annoyed now and hopefully we could leave. I'm horrible I know. And sad because her ass would look amazing in this style of jeans.
"We can go to their other shop tomorrow and see if they have your size there? Maybe they have a better variety. They usually do." I said as I kissed her neck.
"But I wanted to wear these to Harper's..." She huffed.
"It's just a barbeque like you could probably go there in your pyjamas. We can go shopping tomorrow though." I said as I kissed the exposed skin by her collarbone.
She let out a moan that was hardly audible. "Lex, not here. Stop it." I gently bit her neck before placing a kiss on the same spot. This time her moan was a little louder. "Leaving!" She quickly said as she grabbed hold of my hand and practically speed walking out the shop. I had a huge grin plastered on my face.
"I bought you something by the way..." I said as I was dragged through the parking lot. Her one hand was holding the handle of the trolley and the other was gripped on my own.
"That's sweet of you my love but I really just want to rip your clothes off right now so get in the car. I'll drive." She ordered quickly. I chucked the shopping bags into the boot and pushed the now empty trolley into the vacant parking space next to us. Whoops.
Well shit maybe my scheme worked better than I thought. I smirked. "Yes ma'am."
While she practically went all Formula 1 on the road, I played music from my phone. I hit shuffle and I'm Into You by Chet Faker flowed through the car's speakers.
She started humming along with the song as it played. She extended her arm and rested it on my knee, slowly edging its way up my thigh. I shifted in my seat and then cleared my throat. Suddenly I never minded her Formula 1 driving; her impatience matched my own right now.
"You know, you're lucky I never went ahead and elbowed you in the shop. You can't do that to me in public." She said her voice slightly husky. Everything about her is so hot.
Her hand was almost at the top of my thigh. Breathing had become difficult. "I can't say that I'm sorry though" I managed to get out. I silently thanked Harper for making the barbeque tomorrow and not today.
"You got me on a good day" She whispered. Her hand glided across my jegging covered bottom half to the area between my legs and I gasped, the air hitching in my throat.
"You can drink today by the way." I said softly after she politely turned down a drink offered by Harper. Mitch gave me a puzzled look. "I don't feel like it today" I shrugged. "I can drive."
She smiled and kissed my temple. "I'll have a drink in a few. Thank you though."
Yes, I still drink but I don't drink myself to the point where I can barely form a sentence without mixing up my words or merely slurring. Speaking of the past, I haven't seen or spoken to either of my parents since that night when I overheard what they were talking about. I reply to their messages every now and then but I haven't been back to the house or answered a single call from them. I just didn't need their shit in my life right now. Someday but not now.
This wasn't one of those barbeques where every friend of yours is invited. It was a simple late lunch/early dinner with a small group of friends type of barbeque. It was kinda the same as going to a restaurant with a friend minus the restaurant.
Harper had invited Mitchie and I, as well as some guy she's been seeing. I've met him briefly once when I was out but we hardly spoke. I didn't even know Harper had started speaking with him. To be honest when I saw him standing at the barbeque, I couldn't seem to remember his name for the life of me. I remembered his face but that was about it. It turns out his name is Phil.
Phil seems like a decent guy. He's four years older than us, making him 23. Apparently he's half German half English. Also, he can manage the barbeque well. Thank God for him because I won't even attempt to try work with that thing when I can barely cook an egg. Mitch told me on the way that she hopes that Harper or her dad would do the barbeque because there was no chance that she was going to "play around with hot coals." Harper probably could manage it by herself. Although it would be fine up until she set everything on fire including her house.
"Mew, must I serve you?" Mitchie asked me. I almost burst out laughing at her name for me but I mustered up all strength in my body to suppress it.
After discovering that we both watched Pokémon when we were younger (and were slightly obsessed with it) she started calling me Mew. Mew was her favourite Pokémon so she decided to call me damn Mew. I've tried to convince her not to call me that countless times but it goes in one ear and right out the other; she wasn't going to budge with it. It was the worst. But I guess it really could be worse. My favourite was Lapras. That Pokémon was hardly shown but I thought it was the best thing ever for some reason. I will give calling her that a skip because it sounds like a stripper's name. And I had a fish named Lapras when I was younger.
"No, it's alright thanks." I smiled up at her as I stood up from the green garden chair.
Phil was helping to serve everyone. The meat was literally coming straight off the grill. Talk about good service, right?
"Alex, just tell me which pieces you'd like and I'll get them for you." Phil said to me.
I showed him what I wanted and thanked him. I then set off to serve myself some of the salads that were on the table. Harper and Mitch had already served themselves and were deep in conversation about some movie that had just been released. Once I had sat down, Phil began serving himself some of the different salads. Poor guy had to serve all of us, put the remaining meats in a dish and then serve himself. He was efficient.
"Are you guys also in college like Harp?" Phil asked before he took a sip of his Coke.
I nodded as my mouth was stuffed with food. Mitch answered him though. "Yeah, we are. What are you doing at the moment?" She asked.
"Well I was recently recruited as a cabin crew member for an airline. I worked local flights for over a year and I've been doing international for about six months now."
"That's pretty awesome. You're practically paid to see different parts of the world." I was impressed. I could probably never work as a cabin crew member but it seems like an awesome job.
"You could say that." He chuckled. "It kinda sucks though because it gets super exhausting, you know? We're also away quite often so it's hard when relationships and family are involved." He shrugged.
"Yeah, it sucks." Harper pouted. I made a mental note to ask her how long they've been together, and to be a better friend.
The rest of the evening went by great. Phil is a really cool guy actually. It never felt weir d once. He and Harper seem good together. After we ate and cleared the table, we all sat in the lounge and spoke about anything and everything. Phil told us a lot of stories about his travels, if you could put it like that. Eventually, we ended up playing FIFA on the Xbox. Mitchie was surprisingly really good. She beat Harper and she beat me, but then lost to Phil. The only person I could beat was Harper. She on the other hand lost every single one of the games.
Phil's stories were incredible. The way he explained some of the countries that he has been to makes me want to travel. My wants keep going back to travelling. I seriously have no idea why I haven't gone anywhere yet. There's so many places I want to go, so many things I want to see and experience.
The drive home from Harper's was quiet. Perhaps we were both tired. Perhaps she was the one that was tired and I just had a lot on my mind.
"Who even knew about Phil and Harper?" Mitch was the first to break the silence.
I let out a quiet laugh. "Right? I should ask her more things about herself from now on." I said.
Mitchie reached out and held my free hand. "He seems nice though shame I'm happy for her." She said.
"Yeah, me too. He's a cool guy. I think he'll be good for her." I said as I let go of her hand so that I could get ready to change the gear of the car.
"It sucks that he has to go away though. It must be really hard." She said as she changed the song playing.
I changed the gear and then rested both hands at the bottom of the steering wheel. "Yeah, but it is his job after all. He's experiencing so many different things on the sidelines of his life, he will always come back home in the end. He'll be able to say that he lived life in the travelling sector." I said.
"True." Mitchie said. I could see her frowning as she looked out the windscreen of the car. "What's on your mind?" She asked.
I cleared my throat. "I'm just thinking about how great my bed sounds right now."
The car went back to being quiet.
a/n. i seriously know a couple that call each other "mew" lmao its very weirdly cute
