Aww Demi sang the national anthem! I think she did ama-za-zing. But anyways... well, there's not much to say other than that. No, wait, Happy Belated Thanksgiving!

Ch.13

Mitchie's POV

Mikayla's asleep. I'm still driving. I took a little detour 'cause she just looks so cute sleeping, and I had time to burn. It's three-thirty-one and I'm so tired, but the surprise for Mikayla is worth it. Well, its not really a surprise, it's just something everyone should experience at some point in there lives. You know what that is? No, not sex. I was thinking about that, but I'm just not so sure we're ready for that step... yet. I was actually talking about watching the sun rise from the dock at my beach house. It's so breathtaking.

I can't help but think... what am I going to do in a week? When she's gone, and I'm here. Alone. I have no friends. Sure, I could sit with Jessica, or the 'Cool Black's, but seriously? None of them are my best friend. They aren't my girlfriend. Wait, I'm not even positive we're even back together. I guess I'll ask later. Anyway, they aren't the girl I spent half my childhood with. I need to think of plans to get her to stay. Or maybe I should watch the road so I don't hit any stray... tumble weeds? I don't know what the hell's out here, but I need to watch where I'm going before I kill us both.

Meh, I won't kill us; however, thinking of ways to get Mikayla to stay are more important. Alright, let's see... I could fake an illness? No, she'd want me to go the doctors. Uhh... Call her dad? No, no, no. He hates me. Talk to her mom? That could contribute to something, I should store that away somewhere in my mind. I take a quick glance in Mikayla's direction. You know what I've never noticed before? She has the longest eyelashes, like, ever. She's so... cute and considerate and... silly... and cute... did I mention she's cute? 'Cause she totally is.

Hey, I'm getting a call! My phone lights up Kevin J. "Kevin!" I sort of whisper, since Mik's asleep and all. "I haven't heard form you in forever! What are you up to?"

"Oh, you know me, just been shoppin' with the boys and doing shows here an' there." If there's one thing about Kevin that I do know, it's that he's going to ask me about the concert. "Speaking about shows... I saw your last show on TV, Mitch. What was up with that?" I explain the whole situation to him all the way up to the car drive currently taking place. Then I kind of drifted off into talking about Mikayla.

"Man, Kev, I'm so head over heels with this girl beside me. I literally think she's perfect. Perfect for me though, no one else. That's just—that's a no-no. I couldn't picture her with anyone other than myself." He chuckles and I continue my rant, "We belong together. You know, like that Mariah Carey song. She just—she makes me so happy. I don't know what I'm going to do without her."

"Wow, Mitch. That sounds pretty intense. Maybe I can help think up a few ideas to get her to stay?" I agree with him and he's says he'll think things over and call me when he can with details. I set my phone in a cup holder, the Slurpees are long gone, and I look over in Mikayla's direction. She's fully awake, just siting with her back against the door of the car.

"Well, someone's awake." She just smiles and yawns. "How long have you been awake?" She sits there for a minute or two, thinking I suppose.

"Uhh... just a few minutes. Enough to hear that you are head over heels in looove with me!" She tells me, dragging out the 'O' in love. She would dangle that in front of my face. "And that I'm perfect. And that we belong together like the Mariah Carey song. Oh, and we can't forget that I make you so happy!" She's smiling like a mad-dog. She thinks she embarrassing me, but that's okay, because I'm not.

"You're completely right. You are all of that. You do make me happy. I am head over heels in love with you. And we do belong together. I'm not ashamed to admit that." When I finish, she gives me the sweetest smile I've ever seen.

"You're such a charmer, Mitchie Torres. You know that?" I scrunch up my face and think, I even rubbed my chin as if I had a beard.

"Actually, I didn't know that." It's true too. I don't sweet talk anyone else though, so I guess I just never noticed. I shake my head 'No' for emphasis.

I pull into the driveway of my house and shut the care off. Finally we're here! Mikayla doesn't notice that we've stopped and just continues, "Well you are. And you know what that deserves?" Hmm... what should it deserve?

"Uh, no?" I ask. I've unbuckled by now, and she's been unbuckled since she fell asleep. I turn to face her, and mirror her positions.

"A kiss! A strictly platonic kiss, but a kiss none the less." She closes her eyes and leans in. I give her cheek though. She can't do this to me. "Talk about disappointing. Jeeze. Here I am, thinkin' I was gonna get some kind of action..." She just trails off and leaves it there as I get out of the car and retrieve the bags from the trunk. She eventually realized we arrived, and went inside. After I locked the car up, I went inside too.

I took the bags into the bedrooms. Yeah, bedrooms. If she's gonna be like that, then she's sleepin' in her own room. Uh huh, I went there. You don't mess with Mitchie Torres when she's sexually frustrated and confused. But anyways, we've got about a half an hour before the sun rises, so I guess I'll see what Mikayla's doing. I leave the master bedroom, which is the room I gave her, and walk down the hallway and into the kitchen. I knew I'd find her here. I lean against the counter top and observe her. She's eating something, looks like cottage cheese. Well that's nasty. I definitely don't want to kiss her now.

Oh my goodness! It's yogurt! She's eating old yogurt! "Mitchie, I know you want us back together, but I just—I can't right now." She takes another spoon full to the mouth. I just smirk and let her talk, "I want to, but you already know why I can't. It wouldn't be fair." And in goes some more. Time to burst her little bubble.

"I understand. But I'll be here when you come back. By the way, what exactly are you eating?" I managed to comprehend 'Cottage cheese, duh.' with her mouth full. I try to hold my laughter in as I tell her, "You do know the container says yogurt on it right?"

"Ih sa wha?!" And then she picks it up, reads the label and spits it out. Directly in my face. Instantly, I start gagging while Mikayla stands there laughing her ass off! I run to the bathroom with Mikayla not far behind me. Once I'm in there, I grab a towel and frantically wipe my face while looking in the mirror. "Here, let me help." Mikayla spins me around and grabs the towel from me and begins to gently wipe the excess off. So I stand there and let her, I mean, she did make this mess. "I'm sorry, I didn't even think about you being right in front of me."

"That was the sickest thing I've ever experienced on my life." She giggles and finishes cleaning me. "I'm serious. It was gross!" I pretty much just whined at her. "You know what? I am soo freakin' tired." We'll be here all week, we can watch the sun rise tomorrow. I've been through too much today and I'm sleepy.

"Good, we'll go to sleep then. C'mon." She takes my hand with her soft one and leads me to her room. "Where's your stuff?" Ahh, that's right. She doesn't know I'm not sleeping in here with her. "Please don't tell me you packed all of my stuff and forgot to get yo—" I cut her off as she starts to change. Don't look Mitchie, it's for your own good. Damn it. I looked. And boy am I glad I did! Although, seeing her undress always makes me nervous.

"No, I packed my things. They're in the other room. Where I'll be sleeping. Alone. Without you." It wasn't supposed to be all choppy like that, but I blame her and her body. Her smooth, curvy, body. No, Mitchie, no. Stay strong. She finally slips her pajama's on so I can act like a normal person.

"What? Why?" I give her that 'you know why' look. "Pfft, because we're not 'dating'?" She used air quotes. Ya know, sometimes those are insulting to a person. And that person might just be me. "Mitchie, don't be like this." She says throwing me a hint of attitude. I step back, sort of in the door frame, a little caught off guard.

"Be like what, Mikayla?! I can't be that close to you anymore for such a long period of time without being tempted to do something!"

"Fine! Go to your room then because I'm going to bed!" Then she slams the door in my face. That's a lovely feeling too. Just FYI.

--

It's thunder storming. I know, at a beach right? And why the hell must it rain on my vacations? First New York and now here. Lame. I'm just laying in my bed with the lights off and the door slightly cracked just in case. I'm really just concerned for Mikayla though. For one, she hates thunder storms. And she hates sleeping alone when we're under the same roof. But if I were gone, she would be totally fine. I don't understand that girl.

I hear the door creak open, but it's dark so I can't really see. Oh jeeze. What if it's a robber?! Wait a second, this house if completely secluded, so no chances in that. Only one other option: Mikayla. That's confirmed when I hear her voice, "Mitch?"

I breathe out, "Yeah?"

"Please, Mitch?" I know what she wants.

"Fine." Is released from my lips as she crawls into bed with me. This is really weird. She's normally the one who takes care of me. The one who is more dominant. Always has been, but I guess the tables have turned. I'm perfectly okay with that. I turn away from her and try to sleep but I can't when she wraps her arm tightly over my back and under my stomach. It feels good to be this close, and I'm feeling tempted.

Nothing's said and nothing is done for awhile until she kisses my neck softly and whispers, "I love you."

--

I woke up from the blinding sunlight peering through my windows. Not exactly my favorite way, but with Mikayla close to me, that makes it my favorite. I flip over to lay on my back and when I do, Mik rolls over and lays her head on my chest and hand on my stomach. See? This is what I didn't want to happen. All this closeness. But now that I think about it, I might as well embrace it because I won't have this feeling in a week.

She always liked it when people play with her hair, so that's what I'm doing. It's so soft. I wonder how she gets it like that? And the scent? I'm not sure what it is called, but it smells just like homemade cookies. It makes me want to eat her brunette locks, but that's pretty gross so I think I won't do that. I realize she's awake when I feel her drawing shapes with her finger on the exposed skin of my abdomen. Ha, abdomen. I love that word, it's sounds so weird. Even in my head. I mumble out, "Hey."

She doesn't look at me, or stop what she's doing. Just says, in the same manner as me, "Hey."

"Sleep okay?" I twirl a curl between my index and middle finger.

"Yeah. Thanks... for letting me sleep with you. I know you didn't want—" I had to interrupt, because I did want to. I just didn't want to. If that makes any sense.

"I did." She faces me and raises an eyebrow. One flawless little eyebrow. Seriously, Mind, you need to stop trailing off like that. It's distracting. "I mean, like, I don't know. It's complicated. See, it's like this; I love you, right?" She nods her head. "And I want to be with you, right?" She nods again. "But you, for some outrageous reason, don't want that. Am I right?" The nodding continues. "So I'm doing us both a favor by trying not to be so touchy-feely with you." I hope she gets it, because I am so not explaining again. "And that saves you from being worried that I'm being too touchy and me from being led on from you. You see how that works?"

She sticks out her bottom lip, "But I like touchy-feely, Mitch. 'Specially with you." And she says I'm a sweet talker. Pshh. "Even if it is just a friends. Friends kiss, don't they?" Not that I kno—oh wait, there was that one time at the Christmas party... but that is a different story for a different time. I cannot have a flashback right now.

I shook my head. Half trying to rid of the oncoming flashback, and the other... disagreeing with Mik. "Not this friendship. Nope. Snuggling, I guess that's okay. Hand-holding, fine. Hugs, of course. Kisses, no." She inches her face closer to mine and whips out the puppy dog eyes. Aww, they're s—No!

"Mitch, pwease? Pretty please with kisses and make-out sessions and gropes on top?" Well that doesn't sound half bad! No, I have to stand my ground... but th-the pouty face and the eyes! Stop, Mitchie. Do not give in.

"Fine. But only one kiss a day. And I hope you feel guilty for torturing me like this." I cross my arms for accentuation.

"What?! One? Just one? That's all I get?" What does she mean 'That's all I get?' That is one too many for this whole friends thing. She sits up on the bed, waiting for me to answer.

"How many were you thinking?" I ask, sitting up as well.

"Uh, endless, duh." Woah there. That's a lot.

"Mikayla! You can't have your... Mitchie.. and eat it too!" She's going to take that in the wrong way.

"Who said anything about eating you? I didn't, but if you wanna—" See? I get up and walk to the living room. Sometimes, I need her to be serious. This is one of those times. I sit down on the couch and grab a magazine on the coffee table with my picture on it. It's one of last summer, when I was walking to the store with Mikayla. They had asked for a picture and an interview, and Mikayla had wanted to so I agreed. Speak of the Devil. She just plopped down on the couch. "I'm sorry, okay? It's just—I feel like I haven't been able to kiss you in like... two weeks, and I want to be able to whenever I want."

Gee, maybe 'cause it has been two weeks. "Mikayla, you can't just break up with me, tell me you're leaving in seven days, and then want to be all over me until then. It doesn't work like that. I offered one kiss a day. That's all you're getting." Hmph. Take that!

"I know, I know. How 'bout five a day, and infinite cheek kisses?" I swear, she never gives up until she wins.

"You are driving me crazy!" I toss the magazine on the floor and look at her.

"Does that mean yes?" She sounds so hopeful. She's knows I'll give in. Hell, even I know that.

"Yes, it means yes. But five and only five!" She squeals like a schoolgirl and jumps up off the couch, yanking me with her. She drags me to my room and tells me to put my swim suit on the rushes off. I guess we're going for a dip?

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So I've been waiting in the living room for about fifteen minutes now. And let me tell you, fifteen minutes is a long time to wait when you're by yourself. I should probably go check her out—check out the situation! Check out the situation. I walk down the hallway to the room. The door's closed. Thats strange. She hardly ever closes the door. She must be doing something sneaky. I bust the door open and low and behold... she is. "Where did you find that?!"

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