Disclaimer: I do not own Wizards of Waverly Place or Camp Rock.
Get ready for (hopefully) an insane amount of updates from me this month. I don't have much to do considering it's Christmas break and I have over a month off. I may be sending my computer off to get fixed because some buttons are broken, but I'll use my mom's computer, so no worries.
"What about dog walker?" Mitchie asked Alex, not taking her eyes off the newspaper in front of her.
"It involves exercise," Alex said as she walked back behind the counter of the sub shop, handing her father the dirty dishes from table seven through the window. "With your condition, I don't think that'd be good." She leaned across the counter to look at the section Mitchie was reading.
There were red circles and X's all over the page where Mitchie had either decided she wanted a job or didn't. She and Alex had been looking for a job for her for a week already. They'd been looking in all of the papers New York City had to offer. A stack sat beside Mitchie on the counter. This was a daily thing. They'd started this Monday last, and it was now Monday yet again (meaning they'd been dating for a week and four days, but who was counting?). After Justin finished their lessons, they'd head over to the sub shop and Alex would do her shifts while Mitchie searched the 'Wanted' sections. This allowed them to spend time together while still being productive. Although, it had gotten old the first day, so Mitchie had just started skimming through the jobs, then read the articles.
"What about that one?" Alex asked, pointing to one Mitchie hadn't crossed off yet.
"That's an ad for a stripper, Alex!" Mitchie exclaimed, staring at her girlfriend in disbelief.
Alex checked over her shoulder to see if her father was busy, then leaned in close to Mitchie. "I'd hire you and pay good money," she said quietly and seductively, scanning every inch of Mitchie she could see over the counter.
Mitchie picked up one of the rolled up newspapers beside her and smacked Alex over the head, not hard, but enough to get her attention.
"Ow!" Alex exclaimed even though she wasn't in any pain and rubbed the top of her head where Mitchie had hit her, laughing slightly. "What was that for?"
"My eyes are up here," Mitchie said, pointing to her face and trying to look serious. After about ten seconds, however, she started laughing as well.
"It was a compliment," Alex said, calming down a little.
"Just get back to work, you," Mitchie said, jutting her thumb over her shoulder to the tables.
"I don't wanna," Alex whined, frowning.
"Go!" Mitchie ordered, smirking at her silly girlfriend.
"Fine," Alex grumbled, walking around to the other side of the counter, standing next to Mitchie. She picked up a few straws from the container on the counter, restocking her apron pockets so she could have them handy if a customer asked for one.
Mitchie, not even looking away from her paper, reached down and smacked Alex solidly on the bottom. Alex jumped, throwing a few straws in the air. Her cheeks burning bright red, she looked at Mitchie, who was reading that damned paper again, feigning innocence. She started laughing, but Mitchie didn't even crack a grin. Shaking her head, Alex bent down and picked up the straws she'd dropped, putting them in the front pocket of her apron (they were still usable since they still had the paper on them). When she stood up again, she leaned close into Mitchie's ear.
"I'm gonna get you for that," she said right before walking away.
Mitchie, unable to contain herself anymore, started giggling and pulled the newspaper to her face, hiding her glee from the world. Messing with Alex was fun. She could get used to it…
Fifteen minutes passed, and Alex had hardly stopped. Her mother was at the mall Christmas shopping, Justin was off monster hunting, and Max had to stay after school for tutoring because his grades had just gotten too hopeless and Justin didn't have time to tutor him at home. Alex had to work this shift all on her own, and it was Hell. While her father was making sandwiches, she was delivering them, clearing tables, and running the register. Right after school let out was always a rush hour because the hungry high school students came in. Alex hated them most. She didn't associate with them in school, she surely didn't want them in her dwelling, especially since she wasn't forced to deal with them now that she didn't go to Tribeca anymore.
"This is a nightmare," Alex said as she collapsed over the register after she'd finished with the last customer in a line six people deep. When she picked her head up and saw three more tables of annoying teenagers waving her over, she groaned. She was just about to go over to the closest table when two more people got up from their seats and started heading toward the register. "Come on!" she muttered, just loudly enough for Mitchie to hear it.
"Check these people out, I'll go see what those tables need," Mitchie told her distressed girlfriend while standing from her stool.
Alex didn't have time to protest or even say 'thank you' before Mitchie walked over to a table with three guys that looked around her age. They all brightened up and stopped slouching when they saw her walk over instead of Alex. They must have known her from school. Mitchie didn't like their obvious distaste for her girlfriend, but put on a smile anyway.
"Can I get you guys anything?"
"Refill," the guy in the middle said, holding up his glass. He grinned at her, showing off white teeth. Mitchie internally sighed. He, with his neatly cut brown hair and letterman jacket, was probably a good catch, but he was wasting his time.
"All of you want refills?" she asked the other two sitting with him. They were wearing letterman jackets as well. One had on a backwards blue baseball cap while the other had shaggy blond hair. Both boys nodded. "What were you drinking?"
"Coke," said the one with the cap. "All of us were."
"Be right back." She gave them one last smile, letting it slip off as soon as she turned around. She could feel their eyes burning into her backside. As she walked back, she could see Alex glaring at them as she handed some scared looking customer his change. "Which one's the Coke?" Mitchie asked, pointing to the clear, plastic pitchers that lined the countertop.
"The one closest to me," Alex said as she took a sales slip from someone, ringing up the order. As Mitchie got closer to the counter and reached for the pitcher, Alex grabbed her arm, pulling her a little closer and leaning so she could talk lower. "They're checking out your ass, you know," she said quietly, very aware of the customer standing in front of the register that could hear everything they were saying.
Mitchie rolled her eyes. "I know. They're creeping me out."
Satisfied with this answer, Alex released Mitchie's arm and stood up straight again, going back to typing on the keys of the register.
Mitchie walked back to the table of hormonal teenage boys, careful not to bend over too much to give them a better view of her boobs, which had gotten larger since she'd gotten pregnant.
"Anything else?" she asked, praying they'd let her go.
"Haven't seen you around," the brown-haired one said, leaning back in his chair. "You don't go to Tribeca, do you?"
"No, I'm homeschooled," Mitchie said. "Well, if that's everything I'm just going to−"
"If you're homeschooled, you can't know many guys," the blond boy interrupted, grinning to show a mouthful of braces.
Mitchie grimaced a little, but tried not to let it show. "No, I can't say that I do."
"So then you mustn't have a boyfriend," the one with the baseball cap said, grinning as well.
What was it with these guys? She couldn't fathom being hit on by one guy, but three? At one time? Wasn't there some kind of guy code that you couldn't all go after the same girl and especially not right in front of each other? Mitchie grinded her teeth, trying to make her anger subside a little before answering, but it didn't work. She felt harassed, and that wasn't okay.
"No, actually. I have a girlfriend, and if you hit on me again, she'll kick all of your asses. Got it?" she asked, raising her eyebrows at them. They all stared at her, wide-eyed while nodding their heads. Their smiles were completely gone. "Good!"
She put the pitcher down on the table then turned on her heel and went straight to the back, where she knew there was a bathroom. Her jaw was set tight and her hands were balled into fists. She was not okay.
Alex saw the interaction between Mitchie and the muscle-brained bozos from the football team, then watched as her girlfriend made a beeline for the bathroom. She knew she had duties and responsibilities and a job to do, but Mitchie was more important.
"One second." She held up her index finger to the customer she was waiting on, and followed her girlfriend into the bathroom.
When Alex got in there, Mitchie was standing over the sink, splashing water on her face. Alex went over and put a hand on the other girl's shoulder.
"Hey, you okay?" she asked softly.
"No," Mitchie said, lifting her still dripping face. "I was just a complete bitch to that table of guys, and they didn't really do anything wrong. They were hitting on me, yes, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it was when I was standing right in front of them. I just flipped on them. I know it's my hormones making me do this crazy stuff, but I can only use that as an excuse so much."
"What did they say?" Alex said, her body flooding with jealousy. Alex was a very territorial person. She didn't like the way those guys had been staring at Mitchie. She was hers and no dumb jocks were going to get any idea that they could take her. Just knowing what they could be thinking about her Mitchie while they'd stared at her butt made her sick.
"They just said they hadn't seen me before and asked me if I had a boyfriend." Mitchie shrugged, wiping her damp cheek with her sleeve. "It was no big deal, but I told them if they hit on me again, my girlfriend would kick their asses."
Alex snorted. "You're already starting to sic me on people?" She grinned and shook her head. "Well, I'd gladly kick their asses for you, Love." She reached up and wiped Mitchie's other cheek dry, brushing her soft finger across her skin.
Mitchie smiled and leaned into Alex's touch. "Thanks. I know you would."
"And don't be mad at yourself for your hormones," Alex said seriously, dropping her hand. "You can't control them."
Mitchie sighed a little. "I know. I'm over it, I guess."
"Good. Do you feel a little better now?"
"Yeah," Mitchie said, nodding slightly. "But I think I know something that could help me feel a lot better."
Alex smirked. "What's that?" she asked, even though she had a pretty good clue what Mitchie wanted.
Mitchie grabbed the front of Alex's shirt and pulled her close, pressing their chests together. "Kiss me," she breathed, blowing cool air across Alex's lips.
"That," Alex murmured, "I can do."
She lifted her hand, putting it on the back of Mitchie's neck and pulling the other girl's lips to her. She kissed her gently first, only to deepen the kiss a few moments later, her fingers curling around strands of Mitchie's brown hair. Ever so slowly, she pulled away. Mitchie's eyes were still closed, causing Alex to smirk.
"Come on," she said, removing her hand from Mitchie's neck. "I have to get back to work before my dad kills me for leaving the restaurant unattended."
"Can you check to see if those guys are still there?" Mitchie asked sheepishly. "And if they still are, leave me here and come get me later."
Alex laughed a little, but poked her head out the door anyway. To her surprise, chaos was not ensuing. The customers at the tables seemed pretty annoyed, but there wasn't an insanely long line at the register, which now had a very familiar red head standing behind it. In fact, there was only one person left in line, and he was paying. It was one of the guys from Mitchie's table, the one with that stupid baseball cap. Like, seriously, who still wore backwards baseball caps? Only tools, that's who.
"Looks like they're leaving now," Alex told Mitchie.
"Without paying?" Mitchie asked. "Shouldn't you stop them?"
"Oh, they're paying." Alex pulled her head back into the bathroom. "Harper's manning register."
Mitchie blinked a few times. "What? When did she get here?"
"My guess is some time after we came in here," Alex said. "Come on, let's get back out there."
She smoothed down her apron before pushing the bathroom door open and walking back into the restaurant, Mitchie following. When they started to approach, Harper looked up. She was still wearing her cheerleading uniform, so she had clearly just come from practice.
"There you are!" Harper exclaimed. "I come in and you're nowhere in sight and there's a line nearly ten people long!"
"Ya know, it's always weird seeing you in something normal," Alex said, gesturing to the uniform.
"Don't change the subject!" Harper snapped, swatting Alex's hand away as she tried to poke her in the side. "Just go wait on those tables before you lose your customers! I'll do register." Register was the only thing Harper had been good at when she'd worked in the sub shop a few years earlier, which had been a total disaster.
"Thanks, Harper," Alex said with a smile. She patted Mitchie's shoulder gently and gave her a wink before walking off to the nearest table.
"You cheer, Harper?" Mitchie asked, sitting on her stool again and picking up her red pen to get back to the wanted ads.
"Yup." Harper nodded. "I'm co-captain this year," she said proudly.
"I cheered with her last year," Alex said, coming back to get the pitcher of water. "Stupid Justin," she grumbled before walking off again.
"What did Justin do?" Mitchie asked Harper curiously.
"Forced her into trying out," Harper said, leaning her elbows on the counter.
"How'd he do that?"
"Magic," Alex whispered in her ear, leaning in close so that her front was pressed against Mitchie's back. She reached over and placed the pitcher of water back on the counter, leaning into Mitchie more. She rested her chin on Mitchie's shoulder and looked at the newspaper on the counter. "Any luck?"
"None at all," Mitchie said. "But I hadn't started looking again, so that may be why…"
"What are you doing?" Harper asked, trying to read the paper upside down. "Wanted ads? Are you looking for a job, Mitchie?"
"Yeah, my parents want me to get one," she said, bringing her hand up to absentmindedly pat the side of Alex's head affectionately.
"Uh…guys…" Harper spread her arms out wide, gesturing to the whole restaurant. "Why doesn't Mitchie just work here ? You could spend time together and work all at the same time!"
"That's a great idea!" Alex exclaimed enthusiastically. She lifted her head and swatted Mitchie's shoulder very lightly. "Why didn't we think of that?"
"I don't know if that would be a good thing, Alex," Mitchie said, causing Alex's smile to drop.
"Why not?" she asked, her heart rate increasing. Was Mitchie getting sick of her already? Maybe she didn't want to spend that much time together.
As if reading her mind, Mitchie said quickly, "It's not that I don't love being with you, I do! That's not it! It's just…" She looked at her lap. "You saw the way I acted towards those guys. Me dealing with people probably isn't the best thing."
"That was a fluke!" Alex said naively. "I doubt you'd do it again!"
"Do you really want to take that chance?" Mitchie asked quietly.
Alex took Mitchie's hands in her own and looked into her soft brown eyes. "I really do. If it means I get to spend more time with you, then yes."
"Excuse me! Miss!" a customer yelled, waving to get Alex's attention.
"I'll go," Harper said quickly, rushing over to the table.
"Don't spill anything!" Alex called after her retreating friend, knowing how clumsy she'd been when she used to work in the sub shop. She looked at Mitchie again. "Please? If you worked somewhere else, we would only get to see each other for school, and that's no fun. Just let me ask my dad."
Mitchie stared at her girlfriend, who was practically begging with her eyes. Alex was so adorable when she pouted like that. Okay, why was she objecting to spending more time with Alex? She forgot her reason.
"Alright, ask him." Mitchie smiled, giving Alex's hands a squeeze.
"Yes!" Alex said triumphantly, letting going of Mitchie's hands and running around to the other side of the counter. "Hey, Dad, can you come out here?" she yelled through the window.
"Alex, right now?" Mitchie asked.
"It'll be a lot harder for him to say no with you sitting right there," Alex said with a shrug.
The door to the kitchen swung open, Jerry Russo walking out with mustard stains down the front of his apron, as usual. If he didn't wear that apron, all of his clothes would be ruined the first time he wore them.
"What is it, Alex?" Jerry asked. "Make it quick. I have three more orders I have to make."
"Four," Harper corrected, walking up with an order written on a slip of paper. She hung it with the rest of the orders. "More on the way," she said, walking back to get the rest.
"Okay, I'll cut to the chase," Alex said. "Mitchie's parents are making her get a job. We're shorthanded since Max has tutoring after school now, and even when Mom is here, things are still chaotic. The solution? Hire Mitchie!" She finished by gesturing towards Mitchie with both hands.
"I don't know, Alex," Jerry said, rubbing his chin and thinking about having to pay another employee. He'd hated to start paying Alex and loved that Max and Theresa worked for free.
"Come on, Dad!" Alex said. "Look at this place! It's crazy after school and at dinner and lunch rushes since you made Max pass out those flyers at school. We could use the extra help."
"Yeah, it is crazy," Jerry admitted. "And so why are you not working right now, young lady?" he asked his daughter sternly, putting his hands on his hips.
"Because I'm talking to you, duh!" Alex rolled her eyes.
"Two more," Harper said, walking back with another set of orders.
Jerry sighed and turned to Mitchie. "Do you have any experience in the food service industry?"
"I worked at a burger stand back home," Mitchie said.
"See?" Alex said. "She has experience. And we can teach her how to use the register so she could sit instead of stand the whole time." She thought this was good thinking on her part. She didn't want her pregnant girlfriend on her feet the whole time, after all.
"I already know how to run a register," Mitchie said. "That's what they started me on at Barney's Burgers."
"Even better!" Alex smiled.
Jerry thought about it for a little while. He really didn't want to have to pay someone else, but they did need more workers. Max was incompetent and Theresa usually shopped all through December. And by shopping, he meant she went to the mall to say she was shopping but really went to avoid the rushes, which she hated with a passion. Plus, he really liked Mitchie. If Alex's improvements were a result of this girl, then maybe they should work together.
"You're hired, I guess," Jerry said.
When he wasn't looking, Alex thrust her fist triumphantly in the air.
"Thanks, Mr. Russo," Mitchie said, smiling appreciatively.
Suddenly, there was a series of loud crashes, followed by an eerie silence. Looking over, Alex, Mitchie, and Mr. Russo saw that Harper, who had been carrying a tray full of dirty dishes, had tripped over her shoelace, which sent the plates crashing to the floor, where they shattered.
"Why is Harper helping?" Jerry asked Alex angrily.
"Because you hadn't hired Mitchie yet, and we were shorthanded," she said with an innocent smile. "Harper, stop helping!" she yelled at her friend who had started to pick up the broken pieces of plate. Harper shrugged and dropped the pieces again. "Well, okay, finish cleaning that up 'cause I don't wanna do it, but then stop helping!"
Jerry shook his head. "Can you start now?" he asked Mitchie.
"Sure." Mitchie nodded, standing from her stool. She picked it up and brought it behind the register, taking a seat.
"Good luck." Jerry patted his new employee on the shoulder and returned to the kitchen.
"This is gonna be fun," Alex said with a smile when the kitchen door had swung closed. "But we're gonna have to cool it with the on head on shoulder, holding hands," she added quietly, "and especially ass smacking."
Mitchie blushed slightly, trying to hide her smirk. "Hey, quit fussing me. Get back to work. We have jobs to do."
"Thanks for not getting mad that I didn't want to go on the subway," Mitchie said shyly.
"Anything for you," Alex said, reaching out to take Mitchie's hand, intertwining their fingers.
Mitchie smiled, loving the way Alex's hand felt in hers. They continued to walk in silence, just enjoying each other's presence. It was a nice night. The stars shone above, and Christmas hung in the air, though it was only early December.
"I hate walking at night," Mitchie said, a little anxious because it was so dark.
"Good thing we're almost there then," Alex said. "Scared?" She smirked at her girlfriend.
"A little," Mitchie admitted. "But having you here with me makes me feel more secure." She leaned over and placed a sweet kiss on Alex's cheek. "And the can of pepper spray in my purse helps, too."
"Isn't it illegal for civilians to carry that?" Alex asked, her cheeks still pink from the blush that had crept there when Mitchie kissed her.
"Probably," Mitchie said. "I don't know. My dad got it for me."
Alex chuckled. "You're gonna get arrested."
"You'd let them arrest me?" Mitchie asked with a slight pout.
"Well, I'd never let you get put into a position where you have to use the pepper spray," Alex said, squeezing Mitchie's hand. "I'd protect you. So no, I'd never let you get arrested."
Mitchie blushed this time, smiling widely. She pressed her forehead to her girlfriend's shoulder as they walked, lifting it a few seconds after. She'd never felt more lucky. Alex was perfect. She'd just said everything Mitchie needed to hear, and meant it.
GAP
All too soon they were standing outside Mitchie's apartment door, both staring at each other and neither daring to start the goodbye process.
"I really don't want to leave you right now," Alex said honestly.
"I don't want you to either," Mitchie said, reaching up and cupping Alex's cheek. "I wish you come in and stay the night."
"I wish I could to," Alex said, leaning into Mitchie's touch. It was warm because they'd had gloves on while outside, but once they were inside, they'd taken them off. She reveled in the softness of Mitchie's fingers.
"Wait…You can!" Mitchie said, realizing.
"I can?" Alex raised her eyebrows at her girlfriend.
"You're a wizard!" Mitchie said, smiling at her girlfriend. "You can just pop into my room! My parents wouldn't even know you were there!"
"I don't know, Mitchie," Alex said, taking Mitchie's hand and removing it from her face, though keeping it held in her own. "That seems like pushing it to me."
"Please, Alex," Mitchie said gently, taking a step closer to the other girl. "I really want you with me tonight."
Alex looked into those beautiful brown eyes and couldn't resist. "Okay. But I'll have to pop myself back home before Justin wakes up tomorrow."
"We can set an alarm for you," Mitchie said.
"And I'll have to go home and stay there for a little while. I have to make it look like I'm going to bed so no one comes check on me. And they'd never believe I'd go to sleep at…" she pulled her phone from her pocket and checked the time. "8:30. I'd have to stay home until at least ten."
"Okay." Mitchie nodded. "I can wait until then. I just want to sleep with you."
"Oh you want to sleep with me, do you?" Alex asked, raising her eyebrows suggestively and giving Mitchie a cocky grin.
"You know what I meant!" Mitchie giggled softly.
"Oh yeah. I do. You want me for my body." Alex stuck her tongue out at her girlfriend.
Mitchie, thinking quickly, leaned forward and captured Alex's tongue with her mouth. Alex, surprised, pulled her tongue back into her mouth, leaving her lips pressed against Mitchie's. Mitchie brought her hands up and grabbed Alex's face, pressing their mouths together more. Mitchie's upper lip fit perfectly in between Alex's upper and bottom lips. This was Mitchie's kiss. This time, she was in control, as she had Alex's bottom lip in her possession. She gently sucked Alex's lip. Then, she opened her mouth a little more, gently biting down. As she pulled away, she tugged with her teeth before releasing Alex's lip.
Dark brown eyes shot open. Alex stared at Mitchie, stunned, as she tried to get her breathing under control once more. She was at a loss for words. What do you say after a surprise kiss like that?
"You should go." Mitchie gave Alex one last, quick peck on the lips. "Hurry back to me." She released her face, took her key from her pocket, and went inside.
Still in a daze, Alex removed her wand from its holder and swirled it around a little. The world disappeared around her and she was back in her room, standing near the foot of her bed, her back to it. She let her wand fall to the floor as she stumbled backwards, falling flat on her back on her bed. She stared at the ceiling, still in shock, still speechless.
When Mitchie got in, all of the lights were out and her parents were nowhere in sight. She checked their bedroom door, and she could hear her father's snoring coming from behind it. They were already asleep.
She'd called around dinner time to tell them she'd gotten a job at the sub shop and she was going to have supper with the Russos, and they'd said okay, but she'd expected them to wait up for her and ask her how her first day was. But she knew they were tired. Her mother worked on her feet all day, so she was exhausted when she got home, and her father had had to fire a manager at the hardware store, so he was going in earlier to pick up the slack.
Feeling slightly dejected and knowing she didn't have anything to do for at least an hour and a half, Mitchie took a shower. Showers were usually where Mitchie did her best thinking. Tonight, she was thinking about Shane yet again. She was happy with Alex, happier than she could ever recall being, but something was still nagging at her. How could he just not care about her at all? She hadn't been in love with him, but him completely using and then abandoning her just plain hurt.
She had a habit of starting to write songs in the shower. And this was bad because, of course, she had nothing to write these songs with. And tonight, she started writing what she was pretty sure was the best song she'd ever written.
She quickly finished her shoulder and dried her hair as much as she could with the towel so she wouldn't have to use the hair dryer and wake her parents. She pulled on her comfy pajama pants and a dark gray, almost black, t-shirt and nearly dashed to her room.
She grabbed a notebook off her desk and a pen and set to work. First she wrote out everything she was feeling, just to get it all out. Then she started on the lyrics. Before she could lose the tune in her head, she went to her closet and pulled out her electric guitar. She set up its amp and plugged in her headphones, beginning to set the lyrics to music. She let her fingers work on their own, the melody in her brain coming out naturally. Then she played it again and paid attention to what chords she was playing. Then she played it again, just because she liked it so much, and sang along with it quietly.
After nearly forty-five minute of working, she was coming down off her writing high. She pulled her headphones off her head and stared at the paper on the ground beside her.
"Did you forget?" she read aloud, testing the words.
"Did I forget what?"
Mitchie jumped at the sound of Alex's voice, surprised to see her girlfriend sitting on her bed. "You scared me," she told Alex, holding her hand to her chest, her heart being crazily fast first from being frightened, then from the sight of her beautiful girlfriend.
"Sorry," Alex said softly. "Didn't mean to. I just popped in like we agreed I would."
"It's okay," Mitchie said, looking at Alex. "How long have you been here?"
"Only about thirty seconds." Alex said, Mitchie's eyes still on her.
Alex's hair was wavy from just being washed and Mitchie was certain it smelled wonderful. She had on a purple sleeping tank top and matching pajama bottoms. Her tank was a little too short from being washed, so when she leaned over the place her wand on Mitchie's desk, it lifted a little, exposing the tan skin of Alex's stomach. Mitchie had to remind herself to breathe and tore her eyes from her girlfriend's stomach.
"You're early," she commented, unplugging her guitar from the amp and standing to put it back in the closet.
"You told me to get back quickly," Alex said, standing as well. "I went back in the living room and kept yawning loudly while my dad watched TV. He got so annoyed he told me I should get some sleep. So sending me to bed was his idea, and no one will check on me." Alex grinned at her cleverness.
"Good job," Mitchie said with a slight chuckle, followed by a yawn as she placed the amp back in its spot as well.
"So what did I forget?" Alex asked, picking up Mitchie's notebook from the floor, seeing that it had words and scribbles and chords written all over it in random places.
"It's just a song I'm working on," Mitchie said, taking the notebook from Alex.
"You write songs? I mean, I heard your dad say you sing the other day, but you write your songs too?" Alex asked in slight awe, never knowing anyone who did this. Mitchie nodded, smiling slightly. "Can I hear it?" she asked the brunette.
"Not yet," Mitchie said, holding the notebook to her chest. "It's not done yet."
"How about when it's done?"
"Then you'll be the first to hear it," Mitchie told her with a smile, going over to her desk and placing her notebook back in its drawer. "So what do you want to do now?" she asked, turning around to face Alex, while leaning against her desk.
Alex shrugged. "What do you want to do?"
"Honestly," Mitchie said, "I just want to lie down with you. That night I slept with you holding me…It was the best sleep of my life. And after I woke up, I just wanted to stay lying there for hours."
Alex smiled, her ego inflating while a slight blush made its way to her cheeks. "Then let's lie down."
Mitchie crawled into her bed, lying on her side so that she'd be facing Alex when she got into bed as well. Alex lay down beside her, both of them over the covers. Alex scooted closer so that one of her arms draped over Mitchie's waist. Mitchie reached out to move a strand of Alex's raven hair from her face, leaving her hand on Alex's face. She stroked her cheek with her thumb, Alex smiling with delight. She loved when Mitchie touched her like that.
Content, warm, secure, and completely happy, Mitchie's eyes began to droop closed, a smile of her own on her face.
"Don't tell me you're going to sleep already!" Alex protested.
"I'm pregnant, leave me alone," Mitchie grumbled playfully but opened her eyes again to look at Alex.
"You can only use that as an excuse so much," Alex mimicked, using the line Mitchie had used earlier that day.
"Don't use my words against me!" Mitchie giggled, Alex laughing as well. "I can only use that for a few more months. It's December. He or she will be here in April," she said, looking down at her stomach. The weight on the situation crashed down on her at random moments, like it was doing a little bit just then.
When she looked back up, she saw Alex staring at her stomach as well. All Alex could think was that there was a person in there, a little Mitchie. She prayed that kid turned out like his mom and not that dick of dad. Shane. The name still put a bad taste in her mouth. But thinking about that kid, she could only see a little baby Mitchie. In another few months, her girlfriend would officially become a mother.
She looked to Mitchie's face, only to see that Mitchie had been watching her. She seemed scared and Alex smiled slightly to show her it was okay, that she wasn't freaking out because of the baby thing. Reassured, Mitchie smiled as well. She didn't know what compelled her to do it, but she brought her hand to the hem of her shirt and lifted it, revealing her stomach. It had a slight bump, which could be hidden with shirts, but was obvious bare.
Seeing it fully for the first time, Alex was amazed. There was a life in there, inside Mitchie. Alex reached out a hand slowly and placed her soft fingertips on Mitchie's stomach, right under her bellybutton. It wasn't soft, like her own stomach, though the skin was smooth; it was hardened as a result of her pregnancy.
She locked eyes with Mitchie. No verbal communication took place, but each understood what the other wanted and needed. Mitchie turned so that her back was facing Alex. Alex scooted closer, her body pressed against Mitchie's. Mitchie's shirt still raised to reveal her stomach, Alex placed her hand on it, rubbing in small circles. It was an odd feeling, but not unpleasant. As she stroked, she realized how much heat was radiating from Mitchie. Alex's body was flooding with emotions, every sense on edge. For some crazy reason, she was around by touching Mitchie's exposed flesh as innocently as she was, but she had no desire to do anything about this arousal. She just wanted to keep on stroking Mitchie's stomach, holding her like that.
After a few minutes, Alex calmed down after the initial contact. She lifted herself with her elbow and looked at Mitchie's face. She was sleeping peacefully already, her face angelic. Alex's heart swelled and she couldn't tear her eyes away. She just stared at this girl she was lucky enough to call her girlfriend, knowing she would never care for another the way she cared for Mitchie. It was intense and strong.
It had only been a few months since they'd met and hardly over a week since they'd started dating. There was still so much they didn't know about it each other, but there was something Alex did know. She had never been surer of anything in her entire life−
She'd already fallen in love with Mitchie Torres.
This story is about more than just a physical relationship between my characters, which I hope is becoming apparent. It is about learning from experiences, growing, and struggling. It's about finding yourself and opening your heart even in the scariest situations, about taking chances and having faith. It's about love on many different levels: friendship, family, and yes, relationship-wise. I just felt I needed to say this.
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