Guys, I had a massive test (that I just failed, by the way) that I needed to study for. This story was not my priority for the past week. Sorry. But I finished my test early, had a little time before math, and came back to my dorm to start on a new chapter. So, I was thinking of you. Wishing I was writing for you, instead of studying. You, readers, are loved. I am passing up socializing right now…
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"I thought you said your parents were strict," was the first thing out of Alex's mouth once she and Mitchie were out of Mitchie's apartment building. "But your dad is totally cool."
"My mom's the strict one," Mitchie explained. "Or at least she's been more strict recently."
In truth, Mitchie's parents had never really been strict at all. They were always very easy to get to go along with things. However, Mitchie never really asked for much until she wanted to go to Camp Rock. And then it was a money issue, not a trust issue. But recently, whenever Mitchie wanted to do anything, her mother had been putting her foot down. Plus, she hated Alex. So instead of telling Alex that and possibly hurting her feelings, she just said her parents were strict in case she wasn't allowed to go.
However, her dad was very agreeable and let her go. He even invited her friend to stay the night. At first this angered Mitchie. After all, Alex was her friend, not his. What if she hadn't wanted Alex to stay over? And when the question was asked, she didn't want that at all. She was still getting used to Alex. Having a sleepover with her was a big step. And she'd barely spent any time alone with her−just the two of them. Even if she'd gotten a little more comfortable around the raven haired girl, she still felt awkward at moments. She could never recall feeling awkward around Caitlyn.
Seriously, what was it with Alex? She was constantly asking herself this question, and coming up with answers, but none of them seemed to fit properly. One moment she was furious with her father for inviting her, and then the next, when she found out Alex was able to stay, she was overjoyed and truly excited that she got to spend more time with her new friend. Thinking back on it, she realized she was a little peeved that she hadn't thought up the idea herself. Also, she was afraid Alex wouldn't be able to spend the night, considering she had to work the next day. And she didn't like to get her hopes up for something that probably wasn't going to happen.
But since Alex's parent thought Mitchie was some sort of angel from Heaven, her father, Jerry, didn't even think twice about letting Alex spend the night.
Even thought this seemed very grand to Mitchie, it troubled Alex. Sure, she was happy she could spend more time with Mitchie; she really liked the girl. That was the problem, though. A sleepover, no matter how enticing the idea, was not part of the plan. And sleeping in the same bed was nowhere near the plan!
But she just couldn't bring herself to say no, even if she knew it was probably the best idea. She hadn't wanted to seem rude, so she asked her dad. He'd said yes, but she'd been prepared to fight with him to get him to agree to let her stay. As much as she didn't want to admit it, the idea of spending the night with Mitchie made her giddy.
And there was the problem. She could feel herself getting attached, and way too much.
Alex sighed and looked over at the brunette that was causing her so much confusion. Mitchie was dressed very simply, in a gray sweatshirt and matching pants; her hair was in a bun, and her makeup looked normal. She obviously hadn't gone through much trouble getting ready. Alex, on the other hand, could not decide what to wear. Nothing seemed right. She stayed in her usual skinny jeans, but the shirt was an issue. She didn't want to look like she was trying too hard, but she also didn't want to look bad. After nearly twenty minutes of rooting through her closet, she'd finally taken out a red shirt with a peace sign on the front and pulled it over her head. She'd thrown on a light jacket, too for the November weather.
Now, she mentally scolded herself for fretting over it so much. After all, what she was wearing was no different from what she wore to go to the movies with Harper. And, it's not like Mitchie even took notice.
"I like your shirt," Mitchie commented, breaking the silence.
Or maybe she had.
Alex felt her cheeks go a little red. "Thanks," she said. "I wish I was wearing what you were, though. You look so comfortable."
Mitchie frowned a little to herself. "Trust me, I'd rather be wearing skinny jeans just like you."
"Why?" Alex asked. "As much as I love them, I have to admit that they're so uncomfortable. They're tight and hardly breathe. Ya know?"
"Not really." Mitchie shook her head. "I've never worn skinny jeans before. Just regular jeans. I always liked the look, I just never felt like they were my style. So I never bought any."
"You should get a pair," Alex said, trying to make conversation.
"Maybe in about five months," Mitchie said softly.
Alex mentally slapped herself. "Oh, yeah, right…The baby. Sorry." She reached for her hood, feeling very awkward as her face burned a brilliant shade of red. Why did she have to go and say that? She really needed to start thinking before she spoke. She felt like such an idiot.
"It's okay, Alex," Mitchie chuckled softly as she watched Alex pull the hood of her jacket over her head.
"No, it's not," she muttered, zipping her jacket quickly before shoving her hands in her pockets.
"It really is," Mitchie said, touching Alex's arm.
Alex's eyes roamed to her arm, where Mitchie's hand rested. She longed for Mitchie to just slip her arm into her own, to feel Mitchie rest her head on her shoulder. Then she mentally slapped herself again and tried to move a little away from Mitchie without her noticing.
Feeling Alex pull away, Mitchie took her hand back and shoved it and her other one into the front pocket of her sweatshirt. "I'm surprised you like what I'm wearing. I just wore it because I had nothing else. There's no way I could fit into my regular clothes."
"Why is that?" Alex asked, glad Mitchie's hand was gone, along with the fuzzy feeling in her head that had come with it.
"I'm getting bigger," Mitchie said. "I'm outgrowing them. Eventually I'll be able to wear them again, just not any time soon."
"Mitchie, you're not that big," Alex said honestly. True, it was obvious to her that Mitchie was pregnant, but that was probably just because she knew about the pregnancy. Sure, she'd thought Justin was an idiot for not noticing before, but looking at Mitchie now, Alex realized that Mitchie wasn't showing that much after all. It could be what she was wearing, though. Sweats were pretty good at hiding those kinds of things.
"Yeah right." Mitchie frowned again. "I'm getting huge."
"Not really." Alex shook her head. "Maybe you're not used to seeing yourself any other size than your normal one. But to an outsider, you look like a regular teenager."
Mitchie was quiet for a few moments, not sure how to respond. "You really think so?" she finally asked.
"I really do."
"I didn't even try on any other outfit," she admitted. "I just assumed nothing would fit, so I put this on. I've been wearing nothing but the clothes I wore to dance in at Camp Rock because they're stretchable and don't hug my body too much."
"You went to Camp Rock?" Alex changed the subject. "How was it?" she asked eagerly. Ever since she'd started getting good at the drums, she'd wanted to go to Camp Rock. That was another reason for her to take up the instrument, not just because of her crush on Hayley Williams, like Harper had said.
Mitchie pursed her lips, trying to figure out the best way to answer this question. "I'm probably not the best person to ask that question. I made myself miserable for almost the entire summer. And the end…" She glanced down at her stomach and shuddered, which went unnoticed by Alex. "Really the only good thing I got out of it was my best friend Caitlyn."
"Wow," Alex said. "I've never heard someone talk so negatively about it. Why was it so terrible?"
"I'd rather not talk about it, if you don't mind."
"Okay. Subject dropped."
And just like that, an imaginary wall was built up between them. Neither of them spoke again as they finished their walk to the subway.
"This is our stop," Alex told Mitchie when the train started to slow. It was the first thing that had been said between the two since the topic of Camp Rock had brought the conversation flow to an abrupt halt.
Mitchie followed Alex out the car, trying her best not to get pushed and shoved this way and that by the stubborn New Yorkers that just wanted to get home or the tourists who just wanted to make it on the train alive, much like Mitchie wanted to get off in one piece.
It was her first time using the subway, and was likely to be her last. She and Alex had been pressed up against sweaty people, and that was not something she cared to experience again. Looks like the pass her mother had bought for her was going to go to waste, because there was no way she was ever riding one of those dreadful things ever again.
"Looks like our next train is on time," Alex said, checking an electronic board with the train schedules. "Good. It'll only be another minute or so."
"I'm sorry, did you say our next train?" Mitchie asked, praying she'd heard the other girl wrong.
"Yeah, why?" Alex raised an eyebrow at her friend.
"We have to get on another one?" Mitchie's eyes went to the size of baseballs.
"Yes. The one we were on doesn't go where we're going. This next one does."
"Then why didn't we get on that one in the first place?" Mitchie had to scream over the roar of another subway car pulling into the station on the other side of the platform.
"Because it doesn't pass through the stop near your apartment building!" Alex yelled, also struggling to be heard over the screeching of the train's wheels against the metal tracks.
"That's stupid!" Mitchie yelled as another train pulled in, this time on their side of the platform.
"That's New York!" Alex laughed as she grabbed Mitchie's arm and pulled her towards the car.
The doors opened, and a few people got out. Mitchie reluctantly let Alex lead her into the crammed car. There were no seats, yet again, so they were forced to stand, holding on to the disgusting, germ-covered metal poles in the center.
"How many stops do we have to go in this one?" Mitchie asked.
"Just one," Alex said as the doors closed.
Mitchie breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly stopped letting it out as she nearly fell backwards when the train took off. Alex reached out a hand and caught Mitchie by her elbow, chuckling slightly at the clumsy girl.
"Shut up," Mitchie muttered, her cheeks pink and trying to keep her balance as the car rocked back and forth.
The way the lights flickered every time they hit a turn made Mitchie nervous. What if the train broke down with them in it? And all the lights went out? That would be terrible. There were so many creepy people in here. What if someone tried to rob them in the dark? She assumed Alex would know what to do, growing up in the city and all. All city dwellers were born knowing how to defend themselves and their helpless friends, right?
She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't notice the train slowing. Even with it slowing, it still came to an abrupt halt. This caused Mitchie to tumble forward, right into Alex, not hard, but enough to have their bodies pressed together.
When Mitchie's body came into contact with hers, Alex got a big whiff of Mitchie's shampoo. The same scent of wild berry and flowers. It was then she noticed how close their faces were. Their noses were almost brushing against each other. Brown locked with brown when their eyes met. Mitchie's surprised gasps were blowing cool air across Alex's lips. It would be so easy just to lean forward a little…
Alex cleared her throat and took a step back, tearing her gaze from Mitchie's. "This is us," she said, crossing her arms over her chest−closing herself off.
Mitchie simply nodded and tried to get her breathing under control. She followed Alex out the car yet again, wondering, "What the heck just happened?"
Seriously, what was that? She'd bumped into people before. She'd done it to Tess Tyler their first day at Camp Rock. But she'd always scrambled away from them as quickly as possible. This time she stayed there. It's like she was pulled to the warmth coming from Alex's body. And after being pressed up against strangers, it was nice to be close to someone familiar, even if she was still getting to know Alex.
Mitchie decided the best thing to do was not dwell on it too long. It had been an accident. That's all. But it seemed to have upset Alex a lot. She was walking so quickly through the crowd of people that Mitchie was having a hard time catching up. When she noticed she was leaving the singer behind, though, she slowed her pace.
They ascended the stairs, back onto the streets of New York City. Mitchie was so happy to be above ground again that she took a deep breath of fresh air…Which wasn't too fresh. She started coughing as car fumes hit her lungs.
Without thinking, Alex put her hand on Mitchie's back and started rubbing in soothing circles. Mitchie's coughing subsided soon enough, but Alex's hand remained on Mitchie's back. When Mitchie looked at Alex and the raven haired girl realized what she was doing, her hand shot up, only to be brought back down again and shoved into her jean pocket.
"You okay now?" She asked bashfully.
"Yeah," Mitchie said somewhat hoarsely. She cleared her throat. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it."
When they got to the theater, they wasted nearly fifteen minutes deciding on a movie. Mitchie wanted to see a cute romance movie, but Alex had sworn those off for tonight. No movies that people would go to see on a date. Alex then suggested the newest zombie movie that she'd been dying to see. Then she remembered that she didn't want Mitchie clinging to her and quickly rebuked that suggestion.
Eventually they decided to see the movie about some high school kids that really seemed to have no plot. Perfect. The only problem was that they wasted so much time deciding on what movie to see that when they finally picked that one, it had already started.
The only movie that was starting in the near future and that would allow them to be out by the time Alex had told Mitchie's father was a romantic comedy about the most unlikely couple in the world.
"Great," Alex grumbled as she looked down at her ticket stub. She was feeling rather glum. This was definitely a date movie. Her plan had been going so well, only to have a hole in it at the end.
When they reached the doors to enter the building, Alex instantly opened it and stood aside for Mitchie to walk in.
"Thank you," Mitchie said sweetly, walking past Alex.
When Alex realized what she'd done, she groaned. "Crap," she growled quietly to herself. She'd opened the damn door, just like she said she wouldn't! But she couldn't help it. It was just a reflex.
"Can we get some popcorn?" Mitchie asked. She was staring at the popcorn machines longingly.
"Sure."
They got in line. Luckily, it wasn't too long. Alex hated waiting for things, especially food. She wondered if Mitchie planned on paying for herself. She'd paid for her ticket to get in, so that was something. If it had been a date, Alex would have insisted on paying. That was one part of her plan that was actually going right.
"Do you just want to get a large and split it?" Mitchie asked. "It would probably save us some money."
Alex considered it for a moment. "Okay. Good idea." What harm could come from sharing a little popcorn?
At the counter, they ordered a large popcorn and two sodas. They split the cost right down the middle, then took their goodies and went into the theater.
It wasn't too crowded, so they sat near the top, but not too far up. They had to sit so that they didn't have anyone in front of them so Alex could put her feet up on the seats. With a happy sigh, Alex plopped down in her chair, rested the popcorn on her lap, and tossed a kernel into her mouth.
"How come you get to hold the popcorn?" Mitchie asked in a joking manner, sitting beside Alex.
"Because," Alex said.
"Because why?"
She shrugged. "Just because."
"That's not fair," Mitchie put on a fake frown.
"Life's not fair," Alex told her, eating another piece of popcorn.
"I have an idea." Mitchie smirked. "Let's have a contest. Whoever can throw up the most popcorn kernels into the air and catch them in their mouth gets to hold the popcorn. Deal?" She stuck out her hand.
Alex smiled. She was great at this game. "You're on, Torres." She took hold of Mitchie's hand, giving it a small shake before quickly letting it go. She didn't want to revel in its softness tonight. "First one to miss loses. You first."
"Alright." Mitchie reached over into the bag and pulled out a kernel. With a quick smirk at Alex, she threw it into the air and caught it in her mouth effortlessly. She chewed and swallowed, smiling when she saw a surprised look on her friend's face.
"Wow, Mitchie," Alex said. "I'm impressed."
"You should be." Mitchie laughed. She may be a klutz, but for some reason, this was the one thing she was good at besides singing. "Now you go."
Alex took a popcorn out the bag, and, just as skillfully as Mitchie had done, threw it in the air and caught it.
"There," she said, smiling at Mitchie after she'd chewed and swallowed.
"Oh, it's on now, Russo."
They each continued to reach into the bag and grab handfuls of popcorn, throwing one at a time in the air and catching them. Then, they reached into the bag at the same time, hands brushing each other. It was such a cliché thing to happen, yet surprised them both. They stared at each other for a little while before Mitchie, without breaking eye contact with Alex, pulled a popcorn out of the bag. She tilted her head back and threw the kernel in the air. It landed perfectly in her mouth. She put her head back down and chewed happily, raising her eyes expectantly at Alex.
Alex, who had been quite flustered by the hands-touch-in-the-bag incident, tried her best to shake off whatever was going through her mind. She tossed her own kernel in the air and opened her mouth. She felt it hit her upper lip, bouncing off. She stuck out her tongue to catch it, but to no avail. The kernel fell to the floor. Alex Russo had lost.
"In your face!" Mitchie yelled, pumping her fists in the air triumphantly.
The entire theater turned to look at them, but Mitchie was too busy celebrating and Alex was still too much in shock to take notice.
"Hand over the popcorn, Russo," Mitchie said, holding out her hands.
As Alex did as told, handing the bag over to the girl on her left, the lights in the theater started to dim. Mitchie happily placed the bag in her lap and reached in to take out yet another kernel. She gave Alex a sly glance and a smirk as she started to nibble on her popcorn. When Alex just stared at her dumbstruck, Mitchie turned her attention to the screen, still smiling smugly.
Alex stared at Mitchie in the dark. What she'd just witnessed Mitchie do, that over excitement for winning a popcorn eating contest, the smirk, the sideways glance, it was quite possibly the cutest damn thing she'd seen in her entire life.
Well damn it to hell…Her plan was failing miserably.
She was falling for Mitchie Torres.
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