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A/N: I was peer pressured into doing this chapter… so here it is :D Btw, your all gonna be like Wtf? Hahaha I love being an evil genius*pets cat* I was listening to About A Girl while writing this… sigh… I'm such a Demi stan :O
NiceLittleRice: Aww, that's so sweet :D And hell yeah, my story is better than Mexico… best beliedat XD
Greatpretender27: Thanks! I just wasn't sure lol… and eww, Shane is icky! :P
Ad3n: Hahaha, I agree! And I think your funny! Eff anyone who says you aren't :D. I love all your reviews; they never cease to make me smile and laugh. And I agree with everything you said about everyone! Yes, Shane is an ass monkey bitchfuck.
Tatimac: I love surprises! :D *Hint hint* Just keeps the story interesting, I guess. They just pop into my head randomly and I'm like, oh, ok… This chapter popped in my head yesterday at school :D
Sonfan81195: Lol, you horny dog, you. :D
yyAnonymousyy: Ikr, Alex just wanted to get fucked… :( Thanks for liking mah story :D
Azrael-Heywood: Yep Mitchie and Alex are both dirty… its always the quiet ones… lol
Yoha2405: Lol yeah I thought of that and I'm like Omg, I need this in here. :D And yay for Shane crying like a bitch! SCLAB… That was lame…
Full360-2b-me:*Shane frowns* Yeah Mitchie in glasses… *fans –self* I saw that picture… it's so hot… okay anyway… and lol, I never thought of that! :D
X-Addict-Lover: Hahaha, we'll see! And I agree, so then he can have a vagina and I can kick him in it. Thanks, glad you think I'm funny! And omg peer pressure *Wrote dis chapter up* We fly high, no lie, and you know dis, BALLIN! Lol sorry, I had to. Btw, thank you for the sequence of smiley faces after your review. Now I must do this.
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ALEX POV
I was sitting on the couch in a purple snuggie, listening to the crackle of the warm fire, watching re-runs of Family Guy. It was 3:30 in the morning and I was awake because Mitchie still hadn't returned. Sleeping was futile; I have come to realize this. I tried to call her, only hearing her phones ringtone emanate from behind me. She must have left it in a hurry to get to Shane.
To say I was worried was an understatement. I was a nervous wreck. I was furiously biting my nails, an old habit of mine I unsuccessfully tried to break. Little white crescents were scattered on the couch and I brushed them off disgustedly. I withdrew my fingers from my mouth and chastised myself. Bad Alex.
Sighing, I swept a shaking hand through my hair and stepped outside for some fresh air. A gust of wind danced through the trees and swept throughout my body, efficiently knocking the wind out of me. I gasped, trying to find purchase in my breathing and clutched the blanket with arms tighter.
The leap to the outside coated me in darkness and cold air as I watched my breath appear before me in little wisps. I looked up into the almost omniscient sky, with its stars twinkling ever so brightly, their power just shy of the moons.
I admired the form, smiling. It reminded me of my nails that had been discarded, earlier on.
Looking down, my eye caught the friendship bracelet that lay on my wrist. We had made them when we were five. It was silly almost, looking back at it. But now I understand. A simple strand of woven string holding a rock that we had found in her backyard. The stone was still smooth, no scratches or marks, even after all these years. Mitchie had said she'd always wanted a pet rock, and I giggled at the seriousness in her tone as she spoke.
She had said, "Whenever were not together and we miss each other, we can always count on our pet rocks." The concept of a pet rock was cool at the age of five, now… not so much. But now I understand. But I know that a rock can't fill the void of a friend, and especially not a lover. At least that's what I think we are.
I heard a faint hum in the distance, straining my ears to listen. I brushed it off, rolling my eyes at myself. I fiddled with my hands and bounced my knee up and down, suddenly feeling nervous. I licked my dry lips and rubbed my sweaty palms on the snuggie, my heart pounding harshly in my ears. The rhythm became more prominent, and I recognized the fashioning of a beat. I glanced curiously at the street corner, getting off of the wooden bench that lay in our yard. The sounds grew louder and suddenly a car swung around the corner at a high speed.
I watched amusedly, and somewhat frightened at the speeding car that was littered in beer cans and vulgar words. Their music was playing loudly and the bass was on high, practically shaking the car. They must have stopped at least ten times while going down the street, three of the times someone popped their head out and vomited. I crinkled my nose in disgust, seemingly losing whatever appetite I had.
I watched as the driver clumsily dodged cars aligned on the road, barely missing them. The car was rapidly getting closer and I froze, not knowing what to do.
Haphazardly sliding into our driveway, the car screeched to a halt.
I raised my arms defensively, prepared for a confrontation of some sort when Mitchie stumbled out of the car, lazily shutting the door. Her hair looked like she just had sex… rough sex, and her clothes were wrinkled. She held a beer can in her hand. The driver's window opened, revealing a boy in his early twenties. "Yo Mitch, that was some beast ass party huh? Come to the next one?" The guy winked at her and I growled possessively.
"Yeah, just try not to laugh when I show you were the G-string is next time." Mitchie slurred, leaning into the window. He laughed, and the happiness emanating from him made me jealous. "Maybe I'll be able to beat you at guitar hero next time." He teased, a twinkle lighting his eyes. "Doubt it. I can play with my eyes closed and drunk." Mitchie said proudly.
"Ah, I like a challenge." He smirked, looking her up and down. Mitchie pushed herself off of the car, shrugging indifferently. "Yeah well it was fun, seeya on the flipside." She smirked, gulping down the rest of her beer and smashing it on the hood. She let out a loud belch and I giggled.
"Duuuuude! Ten!" He laughed and gave her a high-five. Four more hands appeared and she gave a high-five to each. "Bye," She looked back at the car once before stumbling over to me. A chorus of "Bye Mitchie's" rung through the air and I stared at her with my eyebrow raised, foot tapping as the car sped off.
"Mitchie… what the fuck happened to you?" I asked worriedly. "I've been up this whole time waiting for you to come home…" I focused my gaze on the ground, my cheeks heating up embarrassingly.
"Well…" She trailed off.
MITCHIE POV
*.~Flashback~.*
I leaped down the stairs, almost breaking my leg in the process and skidded around the corner to the kitchen. Stopping at the counter and gazing at the keys, I contemplated taking the car. Fuck it, I thought. Shane runs slow anyway. I ripped open the front door and stopped at the driveway, quickly scanning the perimeter for Shane.
He was running awkwardly again down the long sidewalk and I stifled a giggle. He was pretty far ahead as I stealthily ran behind him, quickly gaining and trying not to make a noise. I felt alive. My hair was whipping wildly behind me and my plaid shirt was making a floppy cape around my body. I should have changed out of my sports bra and shorts, but I didn't have time. So, I just threw on an unbuttoned plaid shirt on over my attire. Classy, I know. The wind was biting at my face and exposed stomach as well as my legs. Curses. I bit my lip to stop my teeth from chattering and it felt like a desert. So…. Thirsty…
I was almost right behind Shane and I heard him sniffling as he ran. "Shane! I need to talk to you!" I yelled, dodging his arm that was flopping wildly, about to hit me. "No! You've already done enough! Go away!" He cried, and then took a sharp left into someone's backyard. I picked up my pace and ran faster, trailing on him. He crissed-crossed between houses and over fences, and I was getting tired. I heard some loud music playing and he followed the beat, picking up the pace. I pumped my legs faster, willing myself to catch up with him.
He leaped over some bushes and onto a patio with a pool that was covered in teenagers. Pushing through the crowd, he went straight through the open sliding glass door and disappeared into the throng of sweaty teens. I barely made it over the bushes and almost fell into the pool as I darted inside, into the sea of people. I tried to get through the mass of gyrating bodies but it was futile.
"Come on! Let me through!" I yelled, pushing harshly on a thick muscled boy. He turned around with his fist raised, but then lowered it when he realized it was me."Yo dude, chill out. What's your bag?" He replied, looking at me curiously. "I need to get through! I was chasing my ex-boyfriend to try to explain to him what happened!" I growled, my chest heaving up and down.
His eyes followed the movement and I snapped my fingers in front of his face. "Well, if he ran away from you, that's his loss." He winked, eyeing me up and down. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest, efficiently blocking the view. "I cheated on him." I stated, raising an eyebrow at him. "Well… I'm not surprised…" He trailed off, gripping my arm and wiggling his eyebrows.
I ripped my arm from his grasp. "Fuck you, I'm not some whore. And even if I was I wouldn't sleep with you." I bit back. "Why not? Everyone wants to sleep with me. I'm the hottest guy in this fraternity." He smirked cockily, leaning back on the counter and sipping his beer.
"Because, I have a girlfriend." I bit my lip, eyeing the drink in his hands warily. "Really now? So your bisexual? Lemme guess, you were in your room fucking the girl when he walked in." He guessed, taking another drink from the red cup. "That's exactly what happened! Minus the Jenga part…" I trailed off, snickering.
"Jenga?" He wondered. "Yeah he came in with a box of Jenga wanting to know if we wanted to play." I licked my lips, tapping my fingers to the beat. He started laughing loudly, boisterously, and people turned around to look at him, startled. I liked the sound. It wasn't fake like some of the other people I knew. It was raw happiness.
"Wow, some laugh you got there." I giggled, slapping his arm and pointing at all the people who were staring. "I could say the same to you," He nudged me with his elbow and I covered my face with my hands, blushing. "So, pretty girl got a name?" He asked in a southern drawl, leaning towards me on the counter. "I reckon. Mitchie." I joked back, grinning.
"Emmett." He flashed his pearly whites. His canines were pointy, but perfectly proportionate. I thought it was endearing. I extended my hand for him to shake, holding it in the air. "Pleasure to meet you, Emmett." I smiled crookedly. He took my palm and brought it up to his lips instead. He planted his mouth firmly yet softly onto my open palm. His lips were cold and I shivered, but it was probably just from the beer.
"Oh, I assure you Mitchie… the pleasure's all mine." He whispered into my palm. He lingered there for a few seconds and I cleared my throat abruptly. "Girlfriend, remember?" I raised my eyebrow at him, retracting my hand. He grumbled at the word and I giggled. I licked my dry lips and furiously tapped my fingers on the counter, contemplating what I was about to do. "Hey, um…. Do you have anything to drink?" I shied out, biting my lip. He raised an eyebrow at me, mocking my shyness.
"Sure." He winked, hopping over the counter and fishing into a cooler. I rolled my eyes. Show off. He emerged with two beers, offering one to me. "Um… I don't really drink… Do you have any water?" I wondered, looking around the kitchen. "Nope, sorry. Some kid broke the refrigerator." He said, gazing at it reminiscently. I scoffed indignantly before snatching the beer from his hands. I quickly gulped it down, not really caring. I was just really thirsty.
"Whoa, slow down there lightweight." He teased, detaching the can from my lips. Some of it sloshed onto my stomach and he stared openly, biting his lip at the glistening skin. I pushed my beer into his stomach and he let out a small "Oof!" catching the can.
I huffed and walked to the sink, dodging some people who were doing a keg-stand in the kitchen. I ripped off a paper towel and rubbed it on my toned stomach, cleaning up the mess. Walking back over to Emmett, I saw he was waving some girls off. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Why would you give up an opportunity like that?" I wondered confusedly, watching the retreating girl's forms.
"I've got something better to do…." He trailed off suggestively. I scoffed inwardly, wanting to diffuse the situation. "Well, I should probably get going…" I said, side-stepping him carefully. "Oh… come on Mitchie… one more beer?" He begged, jutting out his lip and putting his hands together like he was praying. I sighed loudly, my shoulders slumping forward in defeat. "Fine. But don't get any funny ideas…" I trailed off, looking at him pointedly. He practically jumped up and down, and then got serious all of a sudden, standing stiff and clearing his throat. "Scouts honor." He saluted me and I giggled.
3 beers later:
My fingers mashed against the buttons on the guitar furiously. We were playing Dammit by Blink-182 on guitar hero."And it'll happen once again… You'll turn to a friend… Someone that understands… And sees through the master plan… But everybody's gone, and you've been there far too long… To face this on your own… Well I guess this is growing up…" I sung along. I titled the guitar up, activating the star power. I smirked as people chanted my name. "Mitchie! Mitchie! Mitchie!" I was beating the crap out of this guy, ahead by nearly 100,000 points.
The song was coming to an end and on the last note I kicked over a chair, raising my hands victoriously. "I've got blisters on me fingers!" I yelled, faking an accent. Emmett bounded over to me, chuckling. He handed me another beer and I chugged it down. My next challenger was approaching and I smirked cockily, waving at him.
3 more beer later:
"Dude, you gotta see this! There's some really hot chick who's drunk, beating some guys ass on guitar hero!"
"So?"
"With her feet!"
"Duuuuuude!"
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I woke up groggily, my head pounding in my ears. "Ouch…" I groaned, trying to sit up in the bed. There was a weight on top of me and I panicked. I pushed the offending body off of me and got out of the bed. There were three stares matching mine. Holy shit. I took my plaid shirt that was hanging on the bedpost and reapplied it to my body. I scratched my head awkwardly, gazing at the three girls occupying the bed.
"Umm… I didn't sleep with you guys… did I?" They nodded their heads and I stood there, frightened. I was disappointed in myself. But then again… they were really hot. "Ready for round six?" The blonde said, pulling me in by my shorts. Six!
I melted under her smoldering gaze but then quickly detached myself when her fingers traveled down further. "Uh… no!" I said over the snap of my shorts, startling her. "I mean… sorry I have to go…" I looked at them curiously, wondering their names. "Rosalie." The blonde seductress pointed to herself, sitting up on the bed. "Megan." A brunette with a playboy body replied, eyeing me up and down leisurely. I shivered and she licked her lips. "Leah." A Native American with a toned physique and long black hair said seductively. I nodded and waved, stumbling out of the room and they giggled.
Fuck. I am so dead, I thought. I dragged myself down the hallway and over the bodies on the floor, searching for Emmett. I saw him passed out on the couch and flicked him on the nose, effectively waking him. "Ow!" He whined, cradling it. I glared at him, not impressed. "Whoa… rough night?" He wiggled his eyebrows up and down, looking at my rugged form. "Yeah, bitch. Thanks to you, I had a threesome. Six times. How the hell am I supposed to explain this to my girlfriend?" I slurred, pointing an accusing finger at him.
"Like hell I know," He replied, sitting up and rubbing his eyes groggily. "But dude… six times!" He laughed. "Ha-ha. Not funny. I'm so dead…" I whispered. "Come on; let's get you home before you have a foursome! Am I right, am I right?" He elbowed me in the side jokingly. I growled but laughed, despite myself. "Yeah yeah, let's just get out of here." I stated. Four others joined us in a car full of beer cans and other things I won't mention.
I got into the passenger side, plugging my nose at the stench of pot. "This is your car?" I asked, disgusted. "Hell no! I just stole this motherfucker!" He chuckled, slamming his foot on the gas. The car jerked forward and swung about as he dodged cars. I instructed to him where my house was and we turned the corner at high speed, dangerously.
"You live this close? Maybe we could hang out sometime." He offered, flashing his pearly whites. "That was your house?" I asked, bewildered. "Nah, that was my neighbors." He smirked, his skilled hands sliding across the wheel.
"I see." The car stopped abruptly, and I looked at Emmett in question. "Don't worry, Ritchie here just needed to take a load off," He pointed to a guy in the backseat who was spewing out the window."Ain't that right Ritchie?" He finished, patting the guy on the back and earning a groan of protest. The car resumed its high speed and Emmett expertly weaved through cars, swinging into the driveway.
He leaned over and gave me a bone crushing hug, startling me. I relaxed into the hug; he was almost like a big, fuzzy bear. He released me and then snapped, pointing at me. "Don't forget to hit me up." He reminded, grinning like the Cheshire cat would.
"Mmhmmm," I said lazily, stumbling outside the car. Emmett rolled down the window, reinforcing the fact that he wanted me to come to another party. We said our goodbyes and I turned nervously to Alex, who was tapping her foot and sizing me up.
*.~ End Flashback~.*
She stared at me with her mouth wide open for a while. Is that good or bad?
I didn't have time to process any of it, collapsing into her arms. "I'm sorry…"
ALEX POV
I can't explain how I'm feeling right now. Disappointed, worried, sad, angry, amused, flustered, nervous. All of those wrapped together in one.
No, I thought. I can't be mad at her. It was a mistake. I know Mitchie wouldn't do that if she was sober. If anything, I should be jealous. Jealous that those girls got to touch her and not me. I gasped when Mitchie's body collided with me, causing me to stumble backwards. "I'm sorry…" She whispered into my neck, before falling into an effortless slumber. I giggled despite myself and carried the worn out girl up the stairs to bed.
I pulled the covers up and got some aspirin and water for the morning, placing them on the bedside table. I climbed into the bed and got situated, kissing Mitchie on the forehead. "Good night Mitch, I love you." I breathed and turned off the light. I could've sworn I saw a smile form on her face.
A/N: Told you I like surprises… umm… don't hate me… I know you wanted more Mitchie/Alex but I just had this idea so… Review? :D *Rainbows*