Raincheck

"One would think that now that you have a car you would drive it to school." Mom replies annoyed. Last night was her anniversary with my father and I decided to buy her an iPhone because her Nokia would only let you talk thirty seconds before it hung up.

Dad decided that he would make a party to celebrate nineteen years of marriage and invited everyone in the family. The best party we've had in a long time, but mom was too mesmerized with the iPhone. Mom, having to fart but being to lazy to get up, decided that the music of the iPhone was loud enough. What she failed to realize was that she had headphones on and we all heard it.

I don't know why she's overreacting. I thought it was hilarious.

"What are you going to do to protest, start a farting campaign?" The lady swung her arms at me forgetting entirely about the steering wheel. "I was kidding." She failed to oblige and kept on trying to hit me as the car was about to swerve a pedestrian. "Mom!" She changes her focus on the wheel.

"What the hell is this bitch doing on the road?" She yells. I turn my eyes to the left and feast my eyes upon a bewildered Mitchie. I only say bewildered because there must be an explanation why she's not glaring at me.

"Mom, what the hell? That's my girlfrie- some bitch at my school."

"Hold on Alex I'm going to run over this bitch."

Mom, we're still paying child support for the kids of all those illegal immigrants you ran over the last Cinco de Mayo." Liquor does terrible things to my family.

"Shit!" Mom lowers the windows on my side and puts on what she assumes is a kind face.

"Mom what did we say about the pedophile smile?"

"I am so sorry, I must have forgotten my glasses. How are you? You ok?"

"Yes, I'm actua-"

"I got hit by a car once. Wasn't so lucky. That bastard hit me right in the vagina. The doctor told me I wouldn't have babies and made me stop taking the pill...that bastard."

"What the he-"

"Anyway, Alex told me you went to school with her. Jump in." Hecks yeah!

"Actually, I'm just-"

"Honey, we're on our way there." Please don't make her get angry.

"No."

"GET. IN." Mom hisses. Well, well, well. Mitchie actually gets in. I turn around to say hello when I notice her fidgeting with the silver band on her finger. Bitch, that better not be a purity ring unless she wants to walk the rest of the way to school.

Just take a deep breath Alex. You had a purity ring when you were ten too. Wow, where the hell is that ring?

I just need to calm down. Let me turn on the radio. Ugh, Taylor Swift. I do love her music but she just looks like a cat and I hate cats.

Now this is what I'm talking about. 'Teach Me How To Dougie' is my jam.

"So..what's your name, honey?"

"Mitchie." I raise the volume to see if mom understands that I do not want her to talk to Mitchie at all.

"As in Michelle, right?"

I raise the volume even further and mom stops the car annoyed.

"What kind of bullshit music is this, and who the fuck is dougie."

"It is not bullshit, mom. You're just mad no one wants to teach you how to dougie." I slam the door shut as we're already in school and open Mitchie's door.

"Doggy?" I sigh at the woman. "Alex you get back here and you tell me what this 'doggy' thing is. It better not be what I think it is." Mitchie quickly climbs off the car. " Alex, if I find out you are having anal sex I will run you over with a lawnmower and feed you to our starving family back in Mexico."

"Bye mom!" Mitchie thinks she'll get away from me but I semi-sprint to her side. "Hey. Look, I'm really sorry that you went through that."

"I bet."

"Seriously. I owe you one." Which way is she going?

"..."

"Maybe I should make it up to you somehow."

"..."

"If you're not busy this week...then maybe you'd like to-"

"Get to class, ladies. We don't need any more detention. " Nate wraps his hands around Mitchie and I. That kid sure is something else. At this rate I'll never ask her out.

"Guys, wait up." I turn around and try to ignore Miley. "Hey you."

"...sup." Fuck you Mitchie and your rapid moving legs. How the hell am I supposed to catch you?

"Slow down. We'll make it on time."

Once again proving that Miley is and will always be a murphy; the bell rings. I look in her direction but the rest of the group sprints toward Mr. Otero's class.

"Mitchie, Alex, Miley and...you. All late once again." We all walk straight past him and sit in our respective seats.

"So how's it going with Mitchie?" Miley smirks as if she knew what was going on. As is she thought I was failing.

"Great."

"Oh come on. Can you stop ignoring me?"

"I'm talking to you. That isn't ignoring."

"You're giving me short answers. And you're pissed at me."

"I'm not pissed Miley." I'm just ...oh fuck it. I'm pissed.

"I bet you probably think it's my fault she won't pay attention to you."

"You don't know what you're talking about. She is all over me." In some way.

"Sure." Miley Snickers towards Nate and he of course does the same too.

"She is!...It's just. She's playing hard to get...you know what they say about playing hard to get-"

"It makes it easy to get hard?" Nate is an idiot.

"You can get as hard as you can but with that dandruff you are getting nada." Nate frowns and I can hear Mr. Otero trying to get our attention but only laugh.

"I do not have dandruff."

"Mitchie." Mr. Otero calls but the girl is too entertained fantasising about me to know what's going on.

"It's called head and shoulders, Nate." Before i know it Mr. Otero is creeping over me with a glare and the whole class stops talking. All except Nate who has taken over Miley's mirror.

"Do I really have dandruff?"

"All four of you-" He takes a deep breath. "MITCHIE!" Look at that sexy face. Only Mitchie could look that hot after a nap. Wait till she sees how comfy my bed is. Wait, no it's not. That shit is probably stuffed with river rocks. "All four of you will do a presentation for fifty percent of your grade. Every time I'm talking I can only hear you. You," He points at Mitchie. "Are never awake. Alex and Miley are always flirting and you-" Now he points at Nate. "I just hate you."

Damn it all. I actually had a B in this class. I turn to give Miley one of my worst glares and notice that Mitchie has gone back to sleep. The nerve on that girl.

"That asshole, I can't stand him at all."

"You know you did provoke him." A whole week away from Harper because of the whole book charade passed and all she does is blame me for something that wasn't at all my fault. What a friend.

"Shut the hell up Harper. No one gives a crap about what you think."

"I missed you too, Alex." I shouldn't have forgiven her in the first place.

"Stop giving her crap. Mitchie's the one who swears she's sleeping beauty." Nate's nostrils hover over Miley.

"You smell that? Smells like jealousy." If not, then it sure seems like she's jealous. Miley's feelings have endured our breakup, of that I'm sure. Yet, she doesn't own me. I don't even own myself.

"Why don't you mind your own business and get some Head n' Shoulders"

"I swear you two will end up married with children."

"Bitch." By this time jealousy is probably stinking up the room. Making me the source. The sole thought of photograph of Nate and Miley's children hung effortlessly on the wall rose my temperature. Miley doesn't even like kids.

"Just get the hell out Harper."

"Fine, but just so you know-" She drags me out of Nate's car by the hand. I try and burn a hole trough her head but it's effortless.

"You know that would piss me off, Harper."

"You're not going to get anything with from Mitchie if your guard dog is around you all the time, Alex. I'm not reading the book and even I knew that."

"She's not my gau-" But she's had enough with my meaningless words and just leaves. It's not as if I don't know that. I just want to have a back-up plan. What if I'm really just meant to be with Miley. I don't' want to push her away and then be without neither.

Miley did cause me a lot of sleepless nights, though. Besides, she's very indecisive. Even if I were to magically forget all she's done to me, I'm not about to just give up on Mitchie. She's my number one priority right now.

That settles it, I'll have to listen to Harper. I'll get Miley off my back...when Mitchie's near.

"Look who's here." The boy teases in a singsong voice.

Damn, Mitchie has a freaking sweater on. How the hell am I supposed to stare at her tata's?

"You're here." not knowing what to do with myself I clap like a pathetic circus monkey yet, that goes unnoticed by the recent pitch of my voice.

"Unfortunately." Monotonous.

"Let's just get in the car. Nate's house is a bit close but I'm not a walker." Bored glance.

Damn it, I wish she could stop playing hard to get. If it weren't because I saw her leaving her notebook with my own two eyes I would never think those words were hers. I do know she likes me but damn, is she an actress or something?

"Get in!"

Look at her. Is it even possible to be that hot?

"Alex stop staring. You're freaking me out."

"Why I'm not looking at you. Why are you here again?" I thought we had made it clear.

"I was bored, ok."

"Well you're not helping out with our project."

"All you're doing is gluing things together. I could do that." Gluing is not such an easy process sometimes you get glue on your lips. It's not so easy.

"Well you're not doing it. I am."

"Alex stop it. I don't know how you're still friends with her, honestly." I continued gluing the information to the cardboard and flicked Miley at the same time.

"This is so freaking retarded. Why can I do any research?"

"Because last time you were here you gave left my laptop with a whole army of Trojans." That whore! Why the hell would he say that in front of Mitchie. Now she's going to think I'm some sort of insatiable pervert, which I am. But, I didn't want her to know that.

"Sure, just act like you weren't part of it." I walk over to the computer desk where Mitchie's sitting. "You need help?"

"Sure. Can you actually paste-"

"I mean some real help. I'm tired of gluing stuff." She swivels to face me. Her face completely annoyed.

"No." She turns back to the laptop and continues googling her ass away.

"So...Do you have a Facebook?"

She takes a deep breath an shakes her head.

"Twitter?"

"Yes."

"Ooh, can I follow you?" I wonder what her name is. I bet its something kinky. It's probably something like upmybuttt13. 199spankme but pronounced "nineteen-ninety spank me.

"Don't you do that already?" Ouch.

"Kids, dinner." Thank You Mrs. Grey for always making things less awkward. Something your son fails at.

"Come on guys. I'm starving." Nate and the rest of us walk to the dinner table yet Mitchie stays on the computer behind. I take notice of this and enter the room again.

"Not hungry? I can stay if-"

"Alex, there's mashed potatoes." Mashed potatoes? What the hell am I doing standing here? I quickly sprint away from Nate's room.

Fuck, Nate took my chair.

"Hi honey." Mrs. Grey smiles and I can see there's an empty chair next to her. "I served you your own plate." She takes the lid off the plate next to her and I place a big fat kiss on her cheek.

"Love you." She also knows I can't eat mashed potatoes with a traditional spoon. She bought me my own one.

"Where's mine?" Gloria swifts forty-five degrees to give her son a glare.

"I pushed you out of my vagina and you're too lazy to serve yourself some dinner?"

Miley chokes on her potatoes with tears about to fall while Harper just giggles. I, on the other hand was used to this.

"So...Alex. How's your mommy?"

"A little mad."

"It's a shame. I thought your gift was sweet"

"For mothers day I'm thinking of getting her a trip to Arizona. As you know, I was born there. She never really got to enjoy her visit there."

"Aw." I love this lady. Sometimes I'll waste my whole day asking myself why she can by mom.

"Mom, what did you do the mother's day after I was born?"

"Got my tubes tied."

"Gee, thanks." Nate rises out of the chair and marches to his room.

Miley looks at me expectantly yet, I only stuff the rest of my mouth with green peas. He'll be ok.

"Maybe I should go see-"

"Oh, no. He's not mad about what I told him. Gay guys are like that at this age."

Is this where Nate gets all his idiocy from? "Nate's not gay. We dated."

"Oh, come on. His ass is so far back in the closet he's probably discovered Narnia." Dear God. Gloria is becoming a loony.

"Oh, I always liked those books."

Gloria and I have always been closer than Gloria and her own son. She was actually the first one who I told about Miley and I. She was just happy that there was no chance between Nate and I. She said that seeing us kissing made her think of incest. Nate and I didn't show too much public affection in front of her, if any. Therefore I ask myself; what was she doing watching me make out with her son?

As creepy as that is, I let it go and continue to talk to my favorite adult.

"So you like that girl? I mean she's a little emo...ish." The glare I gave her made her lower her head a little.

"She's not emo. She's just...Mitchie." What a terrible way to defend her.

"Mitchie. Such a cheery name for such a-" I gave her the Mitchie glare again hoping to stop her. "Well damn it, she is boring-looking. So unlike Mi..."

"Yes, unlike Miley. What can I do, have a threesome with both? I wish."

I've never seen her eyes lit up as bright as they are right now. "You know I had a threesome once, with my first two roommates back in UCLA."

"I though your roommate was Bob and his girlfriend at the time."

"That's how we met." I think I just threw up in my mouth a little.

"That I could have lived without knowing." I pat the woman's back and stroll to Nate's room.

Walking in the room the first thing I spot is an awkwardly positioned circled made up of Nate, Mitchie, Miley and Harper. Inside the circle is the oh-so cliche glass bottle effortlessly spinning. I immediately push Miley out of the way to sit across from Mitchie.

"My turn." I spin the bottle rapidly and remove my hand to cross my fingers. Please lord let me just get Mitchie. If for some reason I get Harper, I'll kill myself. The glass keeps on pointing at everyone in the circle and finally lands on Nate.

"Boo, I've already made out with you."

Miley, ever so coquette leans into me and whispers, "Give it another try and maybe you'll get lucky."

"Yeah, I'll have to take a rain-check on that." My hands press against her to try and push her away from me.

"It's time for me to get going...bye." Mitchie her bag to leave. Of course prince Charming offers to take her but I learn to use the "Mitchie glare" to my advantage and get him to back away.

"I'll walk you." I say walking after her.

"It's ok I live-"

"I'll walk you. I kind of have something to ask you."

"Ok...?"

Dear god what did I get myself into? Ever since we walked out of Nate's house I haven't been able to say a word. And Mitchie! The silence that falls from her lips kills me! The only sound I can hear right now is the squeeking of my shoes against the pavement. Freaking Wal-Mart shoes!

Let me just relax. It's not Megan freaking FireFox. It's only Mitchie. Mitchie likes me. She'll probably melt when I ask her out. l

"So..."

Mitchie stares blankly in my direction before biting her bottom lip and looking away. Oh god she bit her lip. That totally means she likes me. It has to be some freaking code for something. No one just randomly bites their lips for no reason. There is something called Chapstick, but her lips look fucking moist. She bit her lips because she wants me. It's a given.

"So."

"Sorry about my mom almost running you over." I try to push Mitchie lightheartedly but only receive one of her infamous glares. Oh Mitchie, i know you're just playing hard to get.

"Well maybe your mom should have been paying attention to where she was going, usually someone is walking...somewhere...like we are now."

"Hah, Don't mind her she was just pissed see yesterday she farted...You don't care do you?"

Mitchie stops in her tracks before raising a eyebrow at me,"Uh..no,not really, and her farting caused her to almost run me down?"

"That's um. that's not the reason I wanted to uh..talk with you. I just um.-" Mitchie stop in her tracks again and I only notice when she's like several steps behind. "Why'd you stop?"

"This is my house" Motherfucker! I have no time. It's now or never, I don't want her to see me as a lame-ass who's scared to ask her out.

"Oh."

"Yeah, so.." Mitchie looks up at her door before maneuvering towards the steps as Alex follows. "So what did you want to talk about?"

"Well, I've just been wondering If you're not busy sometime..."

"I'm always busy, but if you'd want to plan a day for when your mom wants to run me over again..." Mitchie steps up to her house door, searching for her keys.

"Mitchie"

"Alex."

"I was just wondering if...well if you'd like to kinda...go out..with me sometime.." I did it!

Mitchie raises her eyebrow. "As in a date..or something?"

"Yes. A date." I exhales deeply. This isn't "Who wants to be a Millionaire," just answer.

"You see Alex, I'm sure you're a great person somehow and I even appreciate you following me all the way from Nate's house. I really do but...no."

"Wha-"

"Have a great night."

Finally an update. Damn that took long!