I guess today's the day.
"Alex, why don't you want to come over and chill?" He asks through the phone.
"I just don't want to stay inside today, I mean, it's such a beautiful day out," thinking of any excuse I can to stay away.
"Dude it's raining... hard," well shit that lie didn't work.
"Well, you don't want to go out?" I ask hoping he'll agree.
" I'm so broke it's not even funny, and we've been going out. I just want to chill," I can tell he's pouting through the phone.
Of course I want to see him, but every night since I've seen Mitchie I've had dreams, well lets say they're very interesting dreams, but always end with Mason telling me he hates me. He's my rock, I could never handle that.
"Come on, we can play Call of Duty, eat, and my parents won't be home til tomorrow morning. Please," He begs.
So his parents won't be home, that means there's a very good chance Mitchie will be with them. I remember when we were little they would take Mitchie every where with them.
I think about it for a second before I answer, " I'll be over in 15,"
I can tell he's happy when we hang up. Since Mitchie won't be there I really don't have to worry about looking my best, so I put my hair up and stick with my usual skinny jeans and a fitted band T.
Mason's house seems pretty empty and I can't tell you how relieved I am.
I follow him to his basement where his Xbox is already set up with junk food surrounding it. He has his "Call of Duty playlist" playing from his ipod dock and I know we're gonna zone everything out.
We both put our headsets on and begin our vicious battle.
I do have to say I'm not one of those people that spends their whole life on video games, but when it comes to Call of Duty I can be a maniac.
As we get more into the game we yell obscenities to other players over our headsets as if we're really in the game. Mason pauses the game in the middle of a heated moment and before I can even see why I grab a handful of popcorn and throw it at his face. "What the hell Dude, I was totally going to snipe that guy!"
Mason's face is red as if he's blushing and I turn my head to where he's staring. Sitting on the basement steps is Mitchie with a group of her friends.
"You guys are ridicoulas, mom and dad are gone and you're playing a video game?" Mitchie says as she stands up walking towards us. Her friends following close behind.
"You know mom doesn't like when Alex and I play, she says we're 'too obnoxious'" He tries to fight back.
Mitchie rolls her eyes. At this point she's standing right in front of us. "She's right. I swear you two are like two twelve year old boys." She giggles.
Her comparing me to a twelve year old boy makes me blush. Mitchie definitely doesn't know about my sexuality, so I feel weird when she says this.
"Well what were you thinking about doing?" Mason asks in a condescending tone.
"I'm going to throw a kick ass party." Mitchie answers with full confidence.
I see Mason's eyes get wide. "I don't think that's a good idea." Poor Mason, always trying to be the voice of reason.
"Well it doesn't matter everyone will be here by 8, so it's already done." I know Mitchie's kind of being a bitch, and I should be annoyed, but it's kind of sexy. Especially with her hands on her hips and that fire in her eyes, like she knows she's going to be bad tonight. I'll take care of bad girl Mitchie... *Dammit Alex, stop get your head out of the gutter! No bad Mitchie for you!*
Mason looks over at me and I shrug. I know he's looking at me for support, but in actuality I wouldn't mind a party.
"Please, Mason." One of Mitchie's friends beg.
"Fine, but nothing gets destroyed or I tell mom I wasn't here," Mason says trying to stare Mitchie down.
Wow, I've never seen Mason fold so fast. I look at Mason and notice his eyes keep flickering over at Mitchie's friend. I know in that second he totally has the hots for her, and I internally giggle.
Mason and I decide to help Mitchie set up the party by hiding any breakable objects and valuables.
Mason decides to help Mitchie's friend, who he has the hots for. So I'm stuck in the kitchen with Mitchie.
"You know you're a lot cooler than my brother," Mitchie says while pulling random food out and setting them in bowls.
I don't say anything to this. Like what the hell am I suppose to say?
She walks over to me, and I can feel her eyes burning my face. She's in front of me and we're standing at least two inches away from each other. Her hands go behind my head and my breathing stops. I feel her hands pull my pony tail out and she shakes my hair with her hands.
"Much better, we have to have everyone looking good for this." She says with a smirk.
I know my eyes are wide, and I can feel my head tingling from where Mitchie put her hands. If she only knew how amazing it felt to have those hands and nails against my head.
She looks at me confused and asks, "You okay?"
I nod my head frantically and stutter out, "Y-yeah."
I hear Mason yell from the front room and I follow his voice. I see him with his hands in his hair as if he's freaking out while two boys wheel in kegs and a third boy has a cooler, which I expect is full of more booze.
Mason turns to Mitchie and yells, "Mitch, what the hell is this?!"
She has her hands on her hips again and since I'm standing behind her I'm getting a nice view of her a... *okay Alex, move so you're next to her, you can't be caught looking at her ass* I do as my thoughts tell me and I hear Mitchie explain, "I told you I was going to throw a party."
Mason's mouth opens and closes multiple times, looking like a gold fish, before he finally lets out, "But if any of us get caught we're screwed!"
Mitchie rolls her eyes and walks up to her brother. She puts her hands on his shoulders and says in a calm voice, "Just be calm and have fun. None one really gives a shit. I mean look, you don't see Alex having a panic attack."
She points over to me and I smirk like an idiot because she said my name. Yeah I probably look as if I just won a million dollars, but for some reason I can't hide it.
Mason finally calms down with the help of Mitchie's friend, whose name I learned is Caitlyn. I take it to myself to start my own party early by grabbing the first cup of beer. I sit on the couch waiting for everyone to get here when Mitchie comes down the stairs in her party attire.
She's wearing jeans that hug her curvy hips and a shirt that barely has a back, with a pair of heels. Hot damn! I take a huge gulp of my beer. Tonight will be way harder than I thought.
A.N: so some of you wanted longer chapters from me. I hope this was sufficient. I'm not too sure how long this story will be, but I'm hoping you like it! Please let me know how you think it's going, if i should change or add anything. Reviews make my day! Thanks guys :)3