A/N: This is a little something. Despite whether you're a Mikayla or Bree fan, our girl Mitchie hasn't seen too much romanticism in a while! Lol, and it's about time she did. It's not the most exciting chapter but it's something sweet AND it didn't take me forever to post it! It even ends with a surprise. So, read on and don't forget to review! I see you silent readers out there. Come outta the dark and say hello, let me know what you think of this moster creation I've created. Thank you.

Mitchie

I called Bree a little before 7pm. She hadn't called me yet and I had been dying to hear her voice. For the past couple of hours I had begun writing like a mad women. I'm not sure where it had all come from but I was feeling inspired to jot down all kinds of lyrics and song patterns. They weren't even those heartbreak disaster songs that usually crammed my song book. I was writing love songs.

"Hullo?" she asked in a throaty voice.

"Hey you, you sleeping?" I flicked my pen this way and that. "I can call you back tomorrow or later tonight if you want."

"You're crazy," she chuckled, "yeah I was sleeping but I'm up now."

"Oh okay," I said dismissively. I let silence fill the line for a moment.

"I missed you," she said, her voice becoming less hoarse and more velvety. My entire chest seemed to warm over from her confession. I smiled slighly.

"Yeah?" I teased.

"Yes ma'am. What are you up to?"

"In my room. I just finished up on some work. A song or two. Where are you? Home?"

"Um, well, let me look," I heard her move around, " It looks a lot like a parking lot, but I'm not sure. Oh, wait, yep, a parking lot."

"Bree, what in the world are you doing in a parking lot?"

"Well I would tell you…but it's a surprise," she said with an air of mystery.

"What kind of surprise? And you're telling me you have been sleeping in your car in a parking lot?"

"That makes me sound like a homeless person," She laughed loud this time. "But no, it was going to be part of your surprise. I didn't want to go all the way back home and then come and get you so I figured I'd crash real quick, go over and surprise you…"

"So you mean you're close to my house? Come over! I want to see you so bad. I've missed you too."

"Alright, hun. I'm on my way."

"Wait! What was the surprise," I begged before I let her hang up.

"Surprise…what surprise?"

"Ugh, you're such a tease."

"You love it."

"I do…I'll see you in a bit."

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My surprise ended up being a blindfold and a car ride that felt like forever. Bree drove and refused to give me any hints of where we were going. I felt the summer air hitting my face and right before Bree made me wear the blindfold outside my house I saw that the rain had ended and that the sun was beginning to peak out. It was strangely relaxing not being able to see and having to use my other senses to see if I could find any more clue of where we were headed. My mom had said to be back before nine, but by the length of this ride, I wasn't sure if I would make it in time.

"Are you doing okay?" Bree asked me gently. I loved the sound of her voice.

I nodded a little and felt her right hand stroke mine comfortingly. "We're almost there."

I blindly brought her hand to my lips and kissed the smooth skin, "Please tell me? Pleasssse?"

"If I broke down and told you now, it would defeat the whole purpose of being so secretive with the blindfold and the stalling?"

"You've been stalling?" I dropped her hand

"See, you've already made me say too much."

"Bree! You've got me thinking we're like going across America with this long car ride."

"I know, hun, we're almost there."

It didn't take much longer for the car to come to a steady halt. I couldn't help a smile creep across my face as I wondered what was going to happen.

"Look at you, grinning like a fool," I heard Bree admire.

"I can't help it."

"Good," her lips were right next to my ear now and I felt a chill trickle down my spine. I heard her exit the car and come around to my side and open my door. She touched my arm gently as she helped me to my feet. I sensed her standing in front of me and tried to be patient.

"Ready?" she whispered.

"I am."

"Well, hang on. Let me just say that its not that wonderful. I took you on this long ride and by now there are probably a million different things you are thinking you may see when I take off the blindfold. Just know that it's not anything that great. It's special to me and I hope it will be to you, but I wanted to make sure I don't have your hopes high just the bring em crashing-"

"Babe, shut up and take this blindfold off."

"Okay," Her lips at my ear. She pulled it off slowly, sunlight meeting my sensitive eyes. I gasped softly at the sight of a small yellow house. It had two floors with two cars already in the driveway. My eyes travelled up to and down the sides of the house, to the front lawn, and up to the roof as I realized what this was. Bree had brought me home with her. She had finally trusted me fully.

"I can't believe you did this."

"I told you it wasn't anything amazing," Bree said beside me, shuffling from foot to foot. Without saying anything, I pulled her into a hug around the waist. She was surprised, but settled into the hug and held me against her.

"No, no, it's a good thing. A very good thing. Even if you did take me the long way, this is still a long car drive. You take this drive every day to see me?"

"Yeah, well, I try to at least. It's worth it."

I blushed and squeezed her hand.

"Would you like to meet my aunt?" she asked.

"Of course."

"Good, because she has food waiting for us."

"Oh. I'm not all that hungry."

Bree laughed at this, "I'm not either, but something you will learn fast from my family: never turn down a meal when it's offered to you. It's sort of disrespectful."

"Well, in that case, bring it on!"

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I never did make it back home for nine. I had to call my mom and beg to spend the night at Bree's. Mom wasn't exactly thrilled by the idea of me being more than forty-five minutes away from her in an area that she didn't know but I promised her I would be okay. Bree's family was much like I had remembered them. I had once met her mother and soccer obsessed cousins. This time it was her aunt and couple distant relatives she introduced me to. They were all rather sweet and welcoming to me which felt nice. Though I wasn't hungry, I didn't want to upset anyone so I ate anyway. I was asked many quesitons about school and how I knew Bree before everyone kind of seperated to their individual areas. It was late when Bree and I finally retreated to the quietness of her room. She gave me a small stack of clothes to sleep in and guided me to the bathroom. She turned to leave but I grabbed at her hand, pulling her into the bathroom with me. I giggled softly at the surprise on her face. She probably wasn't used to being pulled around like that.

Bree gave me a sweet kiss, wrapping her hands around my waist. "Hey," she said in a little, sultry voice.

"Hey," I answered back before our lips met again, this time for a longer, lazy touch. I let her take lead, tilting my head to the left slightly while we kissed, then slowly back to the right for a better angle. We were doing our best not to kiss too loud in fear of someone coming in. There was a bathroom downstairs that I was sure her family would use if they were already downstairs, but you never knew.

She felt the skin under my shirt just above my belly button. It felt so amazing! I could feel how anxious she was to have me but didn't dare move any further without my permission. I let my tongue dance across her lips and she met my tongue with hers. We hadn't kissed like this in a while. I couldn't stop myself from wanting more. My center begged to be touched. I pressed my jeans against hers a bit roughly, trying to get my point across without begging. Bree must've been just as turned on as I was because she starting grinding her hips into mine in an agonizingly slow manner.

"Baby," I said weakly, breaking our kiss.

"My body's on fire. I want to touch you," she whispered with determination against my lips.

It was such a sexy statement that all I could do was moan in a low voice, looking down at our hips still moving in circles, anxiously trying to feel pressure against the other.

"Can you be quiet?" Bree asked, kissing across my jawline and onto my neck. She smelled like TommyGirl and it was making me even more sensitive to her touch. Her hands were circling my back now, comforting me.

"Yes," I husked.

She pulled back slighly and I frowned in response. I watched as she took her red v-cut

shirt off. Her stomach was tan and toned in a way I had to admire. It was obvious she was naturally thin but the abs…those were given with time and effort. Her bra was a black lace that fit her just right. I thought about telling her how cute it was, but quickly realized this was neither the time nor place. I reached over to unzip and pull down her pants.

"You are so sexy," I said, looking down at her matching black panties. I helped her get rid of those too before disgarding my own clothes. Aroused and naked, we resumed our kiss. Bree's hand came up to stoke my neck and she began walking me backwards toward the shower. She turned it on and motioned for me to get in. More than happy to oblige, I stepped into the warm water, waiting for her while she got shower gel, soap, and towels. When she was behind the curtain with me I kissed her collarbone.

"Aww, we are really going to shower? And this whole time I thought you were going to give it to me." She laughed loudly at my statement and I couldn't help smiling back.

Bree whipped me around so that she was behind me and the water was hitting me first. Her hands traveled up and down my stomach, touching my breasts for just the smallest of seconds. "Oh, I'm still going to give it to you. I just wanted to clean up all your mess after I make you cum."

Wasting no time, I turned my head to the side to meet her in a heated kiss over my shoulder. She was a little taller than me, making it easy for her to multi-task with my body. Though she was fully committed to our tongues grazing and doing a sensual duel, she also had one hand playing with my left nipple while her other hand inched closer to my clit. This girl was going to make me cum before she even got inside of me.

I whimpered when I felt the contact as her fingers stroked up and down my clit slowly. She knew exactly the amount of pressure that I needed because I felt the rushing waves coming near. I had to bite my lip which gave Bree too much information on how close I was because she took her hand away immediately.

"Not so fast there, sexy. Let me do this for you right." She backed away from me, spun my hips around so that we were facing each other and pressed me against the shower wall. Taking my left leg, she swung it over her waist, supporting it with her arm. Bree pressed against me so that our breasts pressed together and rubbed my center a couple times before guiding in two fingers. I tensed at first but when she was inside of me, giving me what I needed, I let my head rest against the wall, giving myself to her. The water was still running and I was grateful because it would be more difficult for anyone to hear the way I couldn't stop moaning with every stroke of her fingers. They were increasingly becoming louder as I felt tingles surround my body. I had to bite my lip roughly to stop from moaning too fucking loudly.

"Come on baby, cum for me," She whispered into my neck, her own moans filling the shower when my fingers started giving her center some attention. I pushed my fingers into her warmth and increased the speed so that we were moving at the same pace. Her shoulders were becoming unsteady and I knew she was going to cum soon too. We panted against each others lips as our final grindings brought each other into trembling bliss. I practically collapsed into Bree's arms, shaking out the last of my tingles. She began gently rubbing the washcloth and soap against my back and arms until I had regained enough strength to clean myself. When we had both finished, Bree padded into her room to get her some clothes…and to see if anyone was calling the police about strange noises they had heard in the bathroom. Luckily it didn't seem like anyone had been disturbed enough from the activity upstairs to worry about us. Finally in pjs and wrapped in fluffy covers, Bree pulled me into her side. We laid in comfortable silence for a while until I spoke.

"I've been offered a record deal. This guy, Ken Evans, was at my house this afternoon."

"That's terrific, sweetheart," she congratulated lightly.

"I'm scared," I confessed.

"You have no reason to. It's going to be everything you've ever dreamed of, Mitch," she soothingly raked her fingers through my hair, "And then some."

"But what about you?"

"Me?"

"I'd have to record and do interviews. Go on tours eventually and I will barely have time for you. Or anyone else."

"I think you've watched too many True Hollywood Stories. It doesn't have to be like that. You can always be surrounded by the ones you love. And me? I'll be here. Listening to you on the radio make your rise to fame." I could hear the genuine joy she had for me that I was going to take a shot at my dreams but there was also a hint of sadness.

"You said my loved ones. And you," I disected. We were both looking up at the ceiling, snuggled in close.

"Yeah?"

"Well, I…don't think there should be a seperation. I want you to know you're part of my loved ones," I pushed up on one elbow so that I was facing her. "I want you to know I love you."

Bree gave me a wide, toothy grin that made my heart dance. I liked making her happy, it was a good look on her. "I love you too," she said before pulling me on top of her and hugging me tight. She tickled my side for good measure and my giggles filled what felt like the whole house.

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Next Morning

Mikayla

Beach later this week?

I hear Miley and Casey are going swimming this weekend. U going?

U busy this weekend?

Seeing that we are friends now…

None of my ideas were working. I sounded too desperate in each one. I had to text Mitchie something but what? I was beyond frustrated at how bad I was at asking her to come to Six Flags with me, Miley, and Casey. The idea came to me last night and I've been obsesseed ever since. It was the perfect way to get closer again. I wanted it to be just Mitchie and I but I knew she would probably say no. I didn't even ask Miley and Casey to go yet!

"What's up?" Tommy said, coming up from behind me. I was sitting at the health smoothies bar in the fitness center we joined together. A pen in my hand and a list of failed text ideas, I probably looked like I was doing homework.

"Hey."

"Are you done jogging for the day? Giving up easy, I see," he teased.

I smirked, but didn't take my eyes off the paper. "No I'm coming back. I was taking a little break."

"Okay, that's cool. I need to go do a few tricep curls. Coach wants me getting bigger for preseason," He flexed, finally grabbing my attention. I looked at his broad chest and how his sleeveless shirt fit him almost too perfectly. My eyes wandered across his baby face and yet he looked like such a man at the same time. It was certainly a turn on and I had to look away from his intense stare. I couldn't help thinking he wasn't Mitchie.

"Alright, I'll come over to the weight room when I'm finished."

"K," he smiled and kissed me lighly on the cheek.

I turned back to my notes, scrunched it up, and threw it away. Before ordering a MangoFit-Split, I took out my phone and typed a message to Mitchie before I could change my mind.

Mikayla: Me. You. The Crew. Six Flags? Going this weekend. Like old times. C u there.