(Mitchie's P.O.V.)
When I woke up this morning I was in Alex's arms. I felt safe, I never thought, ever, that I would be this comfortable with anyone, let alone a girl. There's something about Alex that's makes her special. Something that made me see that love is love, no matter who it's with. She was still sleeping, that's just how she was and I loved her for it. Yea, loved. She was so sweet and charming when she wanted to be.
I lay there, wrapped in her arms, looking up at the face of an amazing girl. Her facial features are gorgeous. I brought my fingers up to her full lips, and slowly ran them across just barely touching them. I pushed myself up a little to give those lips of hers a small slow peck.
Last night we kissed in the bathroom. Alex didn't have the best timing in the world considering she kissed me right after she puked, but surprisingly she didn't taste too bad. She tasted a lot like Smirnoff actually. I guess that's what she was drinking before. Eh. Either way I was just happy it happened, I don't even want to think about what today would be like if it didn't. I wouldn't be here in her arms if it didn't happen.
The only bad part about this is people. I've seen the way some people will look at Alex sometimes. They automatically think she's a freak because they know she's gay. I guess I'm gonna be a freak too. I don't know how long this will last with Alex or even if we'll date, but what I do know is that I'll take the criticism if that's what it comes down to. At this point I would love nothing more than to call Alex Russo, my girlfriend. I just hope she feels the same way and isn't pulling her player routine.
(Alex's P.O.V.)
I woke up to the smell of pancakes and coffee. I sniffed in the scent. It smelt really good. Right now I'm just happy I'm not hungover. I brought my hands up to my head to scratch when I remembered what happened after Mitch showed up. We kissed…. Holy shit, I kissed Mitch.
I immediately jumped up, twitching my head around looking for her, but she wasn't there. I remember her carrying me into the room and I remember her putting me on my bed and.. I think she laid down with me too last night. But she's not here now.
My heart was racing, my breathing was hitched. I knew she had to be in the kitchen that was mere steps away from where I was at this very moment. How did she take it last night, obviously not that bad, she did bring me home. But maybe that was just her being nice, I mean Mitch is a sweetheart she would do something like that. But to lay with me? She had to have taken it well if she slept in bed with me after. Or maybe I pulled her in and wouldn't let her up. God I have to try to remember more about what happened after we kissed. God damn, come on remember. I closed my eyes and tried hard to recall the events of last night…..
My head popped up as I knew exactly what happened. Mitch laid herself down next to me, and we cuddled.
Never the less, I was still nervous at seeing her. What do I say, do I say anything, can I just run up to her and kiss her. I need to know what I'm supposed to do, but I have no idea what to do.
Almost on cue, Mitch walked out of the kitchen, coffee mug in hand. Our eyes met and she smiled, which made me smile. Jesus Christ this girl had a crazy affect on me. She continued to walk over to me and placed the mug on the stand next to my bed. She carefully whispered. "How are you feeling?"
This is what I was talking about, she is too sweet for someone like me. I treated girls like crap half the time, and here was this bombshell bringing me coffee in the morning. On top of that she was whispering cause she thought I might have a headache. Still her adorableness made me giggle. "You don't have to whisper, I'm not hungover."
She had the biggest smile on her face. "Good cause I'm making you and me breakfast." Oh hell yea, that must be what the smell was. I could feel myself grinning like an idiot but it was whatever, I can't wait to see if Mitch was a good cook, it already smelt good, she could literally be the perfect girl. My perfect girl. I swear if Mitch can cook half as good as she looks, then I'll be forced to ask her to marry me. I'll clean anything she wants as long as she cooks for me and shows me that irresistible smile of hers every once in a while. I can't cook to save my life, the most cooking I can do is making spaghetti and all that is, is boiling water.
Mitch had gone back into the kitchen and I picked up the mug and took a sip. "Oh my god." She knew how I liked my coffee. That meant she paid attention to me, more than I had thought.
"Yea, that's right I know how you like it." She must have heard my comment. But quite frankly I couldn't hold back the urge to make a dirty joke at what she said.
"Oh I bet you do."
"Not like that Alex." She hollered from the kitchen. I heard her laugh a little after.
"Do I make you randy baby." I said in my best fake English accent, mocking Austin powers, hoping she wouldn't be offended at my jokes.
She walked out with two plates, and raised an eyebrow. "Shall we shag now, or shag later." She replied. I loved this woman, she always played back and she's so hot. We both began laughing. "Ok, here you go Russo, eat up your stomach has to be on empty." She was right, I was very very hungry. She handed me a plate and a fork, and sat down next to me on my bed. I did as I was told, which I don't do that often. She started eating so I took a bite of the pancakes, they were delicious. Then I ate some bacon, which was also delicious. Then the eggs. Wow this girl could seriously cook. "Mitch, will you marry me." I said as I continued to stuffed my face with the food she cooked for us. She playfully hit my arm and smiled, and I just kept on eating.