Chapter 2 Christmas

MITCHIE'S POV- CHRISTMAS EVE

Mikayla's suppose to be here soon, and I don't know whether or not to wear the white vest I bought in New York, while on tour. I already have my tight black jeans on, and my black Paramore concert shirt, that Mikayla and I went to. The sound of the doorbell ringing brought me out of my inner battle, and soon my mother's voice filled the upstairs.

"Mitchie, Mikayla!" she simply said. I let the grin slide onto my face. I quickly grabbed the vest and slipped it on as I descended the stairs, to find Mikayla shaking the snow off her head.

She tried to get the snow off, but with her gloves on, it was just making her hair all staticy. The laugh comes up, and Mikayla stops what she's doing to look up at me.

"You're just making it worse, I hope you know." she just smiles at me, as I finish walking down the rest of the steps, and up to her. I brush hand through her slightly damp hair, and flatten the small hairs sticking up.

"What would I do without you?" she asked as she hung her scarf and coat up, slipped out of her boats, and put her gloves in her pants pockets.

"You would live life with your hair sticking up in weird ways." we shared a small laugh, and soon I found myself looking right into those deep chocolate pools. I don't know why I couldn't look away, but neither could she, because she was looking right at me with a look that I couldn't read.

"You have amazing eyes." Oh. My. God. I did not just say that out loud. She giggles, and looks down at her shoes.

"Mmm thanks, but I must say that your chin is adorable." She proves it by taking a step towards me, and let her index finger roll between the indent on my chin.

"Only you Mickey, only you." I turn my head away, when I hear my mother say something about making cookies.

"Ooo cookies!" and just like that Mikayla was running past me and into the kitchen.

HOUR LATER, MIKAYLA'S POV

Mrs. Torres had set the task of making on Mitchie and I. I was thrilled, Mitchie….not so much.

"Mitch can you had me the floor?" the floor was directly behind me, and I was expecting to see Mitchie next to me with the floor but she wasn't. When I turned to see what was wrong, I got a face full of floor.

"Oh my god, Mickey, I'm so sorry." Mitchie apologized, hiding her giggling face in her hands.

"Uh huh. Oops I fell." I grabbed a hand full of flour and through it at Mitchie. She let out a small shriek as most of it landed in her hair, and some in her mouth.

"Do you know what you have just created?" Mitchie asked, sorta said as she placed her hands on her hips, and squinted her eyes some.

"Should I?" she nodded, and I just shrugged, but before I could say anything else, a hand full of flour founds it's way to my face.

"Mitchie!" she started laughing, like grab your sides, hurt so much, laughing.

"Hey you started it."

"Well I'm gonna finish it." she stopped laughing and when she saw me with the floor, she ran.

She grabbed her boats, and slipped them on, grabbing at a skinny white scarf on her way out the door. I couldn't help but laugh as I put my boats on, along with my coat and skinny black scarf.

I had long dropped the floor, and was now just looking for Demi. I didn't have to look much longer, cause I soon felt a ball of snow find my neck, and sliding down my shirt. I turned and saw Demi laughing probably at me trying to get the snow out of my shirt.

"You are so dead Demi!" I ran as fast as I could to catch up to her. I just barely got hold of her shirt, before I tackled her to the snowy ground.

"Hahaha, gotcha." I smiled down at her, as she just smirked up at me.

"Well watcha goin do about it?" the question took me by surprise, and as I stared down at her, I began to notice small changes that she's gone through, which has made her the most beautiful person I know.

She's no longer the chubby 7 year old. She's lost all her baby fat, and has started to tone her muscles. The indent in her chin, has become more of an indent, and now all I want to do is touch it whenever I see her. She's finally let her natural curls come out, and I loved twirling them in my fingers. She's grown in the right places over the years, but I think the thing that got me most was her smile. She's let it come out more, now that she's gotten her gab fixed, even though I really never noticed it before. I used to only see her smile every once in awhile, but now it's like every second, and I can't help it when she smiles my stomach does back flips.

"Sel?" Demi's hand comes up to touch my cheek softly, and it brings me out of my trance.

"Yeah Dem."

"You ok? You sorta spaced out." Her smile's gone now, replaced with a worried look.

"I'm perfectly fine. Just thinking about how much yo-we've grown." damn it I almost let it slip out.

"Mmm like what?" I couldn't help but let my finger slide over her chin, and then down it.

"Everywhere." the hand that was on my cheek came up, and was run through my hair.

"You've grown to, you know." I smiled, but shook my head.

"You have, I remember when you used to have no cheeks, and now look at them. Plus your eyes really seem to…..sparkle more now." I leaned down, and let my lips lay on her forehead for longer than necessary.

"We should probably go back inside. Don't want you to catch a cold now do we?" I offered her my hand, which she took, and I helped her up.

"No that would suck."

NEXT DAY- CHRISTMAS- DEMI'S POV

I, for once, woke up before Selena did. And as I lay here in bed, on this Christmas day, all I wanted to do was play with Selena's hair. Her curls where just about every on the pillow, and I caught one of them, twirling it around my finger, then letting it slide out. I think I've been doing this for the past 20 minutes. And she is now starting to stir.

"Mmm up before me? That's new." she said as she stretched, and worked out the kinks.

"It's Christmas that's why." she laughed, looked at me, before hugging me on the bed.

"Now that was new." She pulled back, and looked down at me.

"I'm just happy that I'm spending Christmas with my best friend."