An update because someone so kindly reminded me of this story.
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Mitchie's head laid in a mountain of feathered pillows. She had a warm towel on her forehead, trying to rid of the insane headache she was going through. Mitchie heard a knock at her door, the third time today. She groaned as she shooed her mother away.
"I'm not in the mood mother. Please." Mitchie begged to be alone.
"It's not your mom. It's me." Caitlyn's frizz head popped through the door and looked worse than Mitchie.
"You look like hell." Mitchie said peeking through her towel.
"Surprisingly I feel better than I look," Caitlyn sighed as she threw her body on Mitchie's bed, "dude, this bed is heaven."
Mitchie didn't even bother telling her she should move herself to the lounge couch she had by her balcony doors, "it's a mattress from Paris."
"Holy shit."
"Shit."
Mitchie and Caitlyn groaned and stayed quiet for a while. Not really wanting to hear loud noises or look at bright lights.
"Who took you home?" Mitchie asked without throwing a look Caitlyn's way.
"Zane. You really don't remember picking up my phone call?"
"No I vaguely remember getting home this morning; I think I was still drunk."
Caitlyn laughed as she rolled to her side and placed her hand under her head to keep it from falling, "last night was epic."
"Last night was something else. Cheap alcohol isn't my favorite." Mitchie said firmly as she sat up, sighing deeply as she looked at Caitlyn who was moments from passing out.
"I think we need a nap then some lunch. I texted the guys and they want to meet at an Italian place near downtown."
"La Belle?" Mitchie pronounced in an Italian accent.
"That's the place. They want to talk about last night and figure out how to get Zane's car out of impound." Caitlyn said as she curled on her side and closed her eyes.
"Whatever. I need some sleep."
When they woke up Mitchie threw on some Pink yoga pants and matching zip up. She threw her hair in a ponytail and threw on her dad's faded out Yankee's baseball cap. Caitlyn looked at her friend and was amazed at how perfect someone looked without even trying.
"You have to teach me how to look good without even trying."
"I rarely do this. It's effortless." Mitchie shrugged as they walked down the stairs and reached the kitchen.
"Oh look you guys are awake. Can I make you guys some dinner?"
"We're actually going out to meet our friends at the Italian restaurant down the street from dad's office." Mitchie said grabbing a few waters from the pantry.
"I'll have my cell if you want anything." Connie said with a warm smile.
They said goodbye and made their way outside to Caitlyn's car. They made their way to the parking lot near the restaurant and spotted Misty's car.
"They must have beaten us here." Caitlyn said as she parked her car in an empty spot.
As the girls walked in they were waiting on the host to make her way to the podium they had at the entrance, Zane and Chris waved their hands and made a scene that they were at that table.
"How many?"
"Caitlyn! Mitchie!" Chris yelled.
"Yo! Babes!" Zane hollered.
Mitchie looked embarrassed as everyone at the restaurant either looked at the boys with a glare or looked at them looking for the source of their random outburst.
"I'm guessing you have a table waiting for you." The young hosts looked like she was miserable getting paid nine dollars and hour. She looked at Mitchie like she hated who she was, effortlessly looking beautiful with no make up on and in yoga pants, while she spent an hour getting ready for a ten hour shift because the other host called in sick.
Mitchie smirked at the girl's failed attempt to hide her venom, "yes, that's for us. Thank you, Angela."
Angela smiled sarcastically and grabbed two menus as she walked them towards the table.
"Your waiter will be right out." Angela said with a dry tone.
"Bitch." Mitchie said under her voice.
"Dude, she was fine before you guys came in. What did you guys say to her to piss her off?" Chris asked.
"Yeah, Angela is one of my favorite sophomores." Zane said as he lifted his eye brows in a bro kind of way.
Misty, Caitlyn and Mitchie all shared a look of disgust as they guys laughed and agreed on how tight ass looked good in those black pants.
The waiter came to their table placing the complimentary basket of fresh bread rolls and asked for their drink orders, they all settled with water.
"Anyway, Mitchie you never told us how you made it home." Caitlyn said as they waited.
Zane threw an arm on the booth, around Mitchie's shoulders, "yeah." Misty asked as she gave the same look Angela gave her as soon as she walked through the door.
Mitchie pursed her lips in a snotty way and glared lightly at Misty, who seconds ago was all over Chris, "this guy, Shane took me to his house and hid me out because I passed out."
They all stared her with huge eyes as the waiter put down their waters and straws and looked at them, before walking away awkwardly, giving them a few more minutes to look over the menus.
Mitchie took a sip not really paying attention at her friends' looks, finally taking her eyes off the menu to look up and meet their speechless eyes, "what?"
"Shane fucking Gray?" Misty asked as her random outburst caused her cheeks to turn red.
"I didn't catch his last name."
"You know I'm starting to remember you saying something about staying over at a giant's house." Caitlyn said.
"And I remember that Gray was asking me if I had known where you were, that's before the fight broke out and everyone started to run for their lives."
"Yeah I don't really remember or care too much anyways," Mitchie said as she mumbled something about a chicken Caesar salad.
"Did you-" Zane said as he put his pointer finger through a circle, hinting at the all too familiar sign of intercourse.
"No, I'm not that kind of girl. I'm saving myself for Orlando Bloom, but he's still with whatever model he picked up last." Mitchie said as she shrugged her shoulders.
"You're a virgin?" Zane as he looked at her.
"Just because I dress the way I dress doesn't mean I like to give it out to every dog sniffing my stuff." Mitchie said as she eyed for the waiter, "anyway what are you guys getting."
Caitlyn and Misty both shared a shy look as Chris and Zane were going off about how Mitchie's going to be wanted even more since she's never been touched before. Mitchie never gave a fuck whether people knew or not that she was a virgin. It was hers.
"I think it's cool that you're waiting for the right one." Caitlyn said.
"Not the right one, just the one I want." Mitchie said with a shrug.
Misty huffed as Chris was complementing her life style choice, and admired her values going on about how girls in town don't know what to do with it; they leave it out there for anyone to snatch. Caitlyn and Misty both threw them a piece of bread they shredded from the roll.
Mitchie laughed as they talked about last night, hearing these people go on about previous parties and how the assume that Sander is in deep shit. She looked at their faces, each one different, and each one unique, not filled with plastic surgeries or expensive creams.
She was warming up to them and their different lifestyle. The way things ran here weren't as luxurious as Hollywood and maybe that's exactly what kind of lifestyle Mitchie's parents wanted for her.