Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock or Wizards of Waverly Place. Nor do I own Paramore.
I'd apologize for not updating too soon, but I realized I update awesomely for this story. It used to take me months to get a new chapter up, and you guys hardly have to wait over a week for this one. So… *pats myself on the back*
Alex wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans as she and Mitchie waited for the elevator to let the out at the floor of the Torres apartment. Though it was freezing outside and they'd walked again, Alex's entire body was shaking. Not shivering, shaking. Once again she was scared to death of Mitchie's parents.
"You okay?" Mitchie asked, sensing Alex's discomfort.
Alex just shook her head, continuing to stare straight in front of her. She was too nervous to speak.
"You're anxious?" Mitchie raised an eyebrow. This time, Alex nodded. "What on Earth do you have to be nervous about?" Mitchie exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air in exasperation.
"They're gonna hate me," Alex muttered, her face pale.
Mitchie sighed at her girlfriend's silliness. "Alex, they're going to love you simply because I do."
Alex jumped when the elevator gave a ding and the doors swept open. As they stepped out into the hall, making their way to Mitchie's front door, Mitchie realized the reason for Alex's discomfort.
"Alex," she said, grabbing the other girl's hand and making her stop a few steps away from the door. "They love you, okay? Really. They've had a much longer time to adjust to this than your parents have. They know how happy you make me and love you for it. Do not doubt that. This dinner is going to be fine. Trust me."
Alex looked into Mitchie's soft brown eyes and took in a shaky breath, nodding and plastering what she hoped looked like a confident smile on her face.
"You're right, Mitch. Nothing to worry about. I'm being stupid…Again."
"Yes, you are good at that," Mitchie teased, smirking. Alex's jaw dropped, but the corners of her mouth held the traces of a smile. Mitchie put her fingers under Alex's chin, pushing it back into place. She leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on Alex's lips before lacing their fingers together and walking to the door, turning the knob and pushing it open.
The first thing they saw was the tiny kitchen table. It was pulled away from the wall where it was usually set up with an extra chair placed in the new spot. They both recognized it at once as Mitchie's desk chair. There were four places set, making the table more cramped than usual.
Next what hit them was the wonderful smell of the food. It made their mouths water. Mitchie's mother had made her favorite: tacos. She looked over to the counter, where her mother was placing the meat in the shells.
As if in a trance, Mitchie let go of Alex's hand and walked over to the plate with all of the already made tacos. She picked one up and took a large bite. Connie looked up at the sound of the crunch.
"Mitchie!" she scolded. "Can't you wait?"
Mitchie chewed and swallowed, though her mouth was burning from the fresh, hot taco meat. She licked her lips and gave her mom an apologetic smile.
"Sorry, mom." She used her sleeve to wipe her mouth. "I'm just really hungry." It was true. All they'd had at her party was cake, and that had worn off a while ago.
"Well you can wait! Goodness, Mitchie. You're going to make Alex think you were born in a cave."
"With all due respect, Mrs. Torres, after you've seen my younger brother eat, nothing surprises you anymore," Alex said with a smirk as she closed the door Mitchie had left open. "Nice to see you again," she said, walking into the kitchen. She smiled and held her breath, waiting to see how Mitchie's mom would greet her.
Connie simply returned the smile. "Nice to see you again too, Alex." And then, to Alex's surprise, Connie Torres put down her big metal spoon, took the few steps to cross the kitchen, and took Alex in her arms for a quick hug. When she pulled away, she placed her hands on Alex's shoulders and looked at her.
Alex gave a shy smile, her cheeks pink. She had no idea what else to do.
"You're so pretty, Alex," Connie said before taking one hand off her shoulder and sliding the other one along so that she had her arm around Alex and was facing Mitchie. "Mitchie, I forgot how gorgeous she is! Isn't she beautiful, Steve?" She turned herself and Alex so that they were facing the living room, where Steve was sitting on the couch, watching some rerun of a ballgame.
"Hmm?" Steve turned his attention and blinked confusedly, a smile making its way to his face when he saw Alex standing there. "Hi, Alex." He waved to her, having been oblivious to her presence until just then.
"Isn't Alex pretty, Steve?" Connie prodded.
"Mom, stop. You're embarrassing her," Mitchie said before taking another bite of the taco with a loud crunch.
"Mitchie, what did I tell you about those tacos?" Connie sternly looked at her daughter over her shoulder. Mitchie rolled her eyes but placed the taco back on the plate with the others.
"She's absolutely stunning," Steve said with a smile before looking at the TV again. "Mitchie's a lucky girl." And with that, his attention was lost again as he once more became absorbed in the game.
"I know I am," Mitchie said quietly.
Alex looked over her shoulder at Mitchie and smiled sheepishly, which was returned by her girlfriend whose cheeks were now red as she realized her mother was watching them. They weren't used to publicly being a couple in the presence of anyone over their age. They even kept the PDA to a minimum when their friends were around, with the exception of their kiss on the stage that night. The girls were not yet accustomed to having people peek in on their relationship, having had it totally about just the two of them for so long. Now with people watching, they felt awkward.
Sensing the tension shift in the room, Connie let go of Alex and went back to the stove to finish with the tacos. "You girls can go put your coats in Mitchie's room and wash your hands. When you come back, dinner should be on the table."
"How am I doing so far?" Alex asked as she and Mitchie washhed their hands together in the sink after they'd removed their heavy coats and placed them on Mitchie's bed.
"You're doing great," Mitchie said honestly. "How many times do I have to tell you that they love you before you start believing it?"
"One more time." Alex smiled cheekily when Mitchie rolled her head to the side and raised her eyebrows at her girlfriend. "You know I'm only kidding." Alex leaned over and gave Mitchie a gentle kiss on the cheek, causing the other girl to smile.
"Yes, but sometimes I wonder." Mitchie took the towel off the rack, drying her hands.
Alex held out her own dripping hands for the towel when Mitchie was done, only receiving a sly smirk from the brown haired girl. Instead of just handing Alex the towel, Mitchie tossed it, hitting Alex in the face with it. It then fell into her open and waiting hands.
Alex just dried her hands and shook her head at a giggling Mitchie.
"I can't believe people think you're mature one," Alex said, placing the towel back on the rack and grinning at Mitchie. To this remark, Mitchie's response was to stick her tongue out at her girlfriend. "I rest my case." Alex chuckled.
Mitchie sniffed and stuck her nose in the air, pretending to be offended as she brushed past Alex and out of the bathroom. Alex rolled her eyes and followed after her girlfriend who was now starting to waddle a little as she walked. Alex thought it was adorable, but knew if she brought it up, it would probably offend Mitchie. So she just kept her mouth shut.
When they got to the living room and Alex caught up with Mitchie, she had the urge to grab the other girl, wrap her arms around her waist from behind, rest her hands on her stomach, and lean her head on her girlfriend's shoulder. But Mr. Torres had said no public displays of affection. And she had to abide by that rule, no matter how much it sucked. There was no way she was going to do something to jeopardize Mitchie's parents liking her.
"Steve, turn that game off and come eat with your family," Connie said, placing the last plate of tacos in the correct place.
"Hold on!" he called back. "They're tied with ten seconds left on the clock."
Connie rolled her eyes and walked over, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV. "You've seen it already. It's a replay. Now come eat." She tossed the remote back on the couch and entered the kitchen again, seeing Mitchie seating herself in her usual seat and Alex standing there awkwardly. She gave the uncomfortable girl a smile. "You can sit wherever you'd like, Alex."
Alex smiled gratefully and took a seat to Mitchie's right. It was normally Steve's seat, but that didn't matter tonight. When Steve came to sit down, he felt odd not sitting in his regular spot but got over it. When Connie took her place, Alex began to get nervous again. What if they said Grace? She didn't know the words to the prayer. What if they asked her to say it?
She started to panic internally until Mitchie picked up the taco she'd been devouring earlier that her mother had put on her plate, soon followed by Connie picking up her own taco. She breathed a sigh of relief before picking up her crunchy shell filled with meat, cheese, and lettuce and crunched into it. It was so good she thought she'd died and gone to Heaven.
"So, Mitchie, how was your party?" Steve asked, taking his napkin and putting it on his lap.
Mitchie swallowed her mouthful and wiped her chin. "How'd you know about that?" she asked, not remembering having told them her birthday present ended up being a party, and looked back and forth between her parents, then to Alex.
"I invited them, but they said they couldn't make it," Alex responded.
Mitchie stared at them all incredulously. "So everyone knew about this party except me?"
Her father smirked. "Pretty much."
"Did they know about the record company agent before me too?" Mitchie asked, leaning her elbow on the table and resting her cheek against her palm as she gazed at Alex.
"No…"
"Record company agent?" Connie exclaimed, putting down her taco. "What are you two talking about?"
Mitchie's face went a bit pink as she got happy and flustered just thinking about what had happened earlier that night. "Alex arranged for me to sing for the sub shop. It was a total surprise to me. An even bigger surprise was at the end when a guy in a business suit came up to me and gave me his card. He was from Hot Tunes Records"
"You got him there?" Steve asked, pointing at Alex, his eyes wide in disbelief. Alex only nodded, wanting Mitchie to tell the rest of the story.
"He said I have an amazing voice, I'm very talented, and he expects to see big things from me." Mitchie smiled proudly.
"And he wants her to record a demo!" Alex chimed in.
"After the baby is born," Mitchie added quickly. "He made that much obvious, but he still wants to work with me."
"That's amazing!" Steve said, smiling widely. "Alex, did you really do all that for Mitchie?"
Alex blushed a little and smiled. "What can I say? I believe in her. I know how much music means to her and how much she wants to pursue a music career. I'm just trying to help."
"She's been wanting it ever since she was a little girl," Connie said, nodding slightly. "And I bet your little girl is going to love singing just as much as you did when you were younger."
"Mom, we don't know if it's a girl or not." Mitchie rolled her eyes. "And before you start on it again, no. I am not naming her Mariette if she is a girl!"
"Mariette?" Alex asked, crinkling her nose. "Isn't that a puppet?"
"That's marionette, Alex," Mitchie said, giggling slightly.
"Oh…"
"Mariette is an adorable name," Connie defended her choice
"It means 'sea of bitterness,' Mom!" Mitchie said loudly. "And if it's a boy I'm not naming him Winchell! I want to name my child something normal. Something that doesn't have a crazy meaning like boar, forehead, or from the corner!"
"From the corner?" her mom asked.
"That's what Winchell means!"
"Why does anyone have to know what the names mean?" Connie folded her hands in front of her. "Mitchie doesn't have a meaning."
"It's not just the meaning, Mom!" Mitchie rubbed her temples, a headache forming. Why did her mother have to have this argument with her on her birthday of all days? "This kid is going to have it hard enough being raised by a teen mom who has a girlfriend. I don't want to complicate his or her life by naming it something totally off the wall like Ide, Parkin, Hollis, or any of the other names you've come up with!"
"Parkin is kind of cute," Alex said. Mitchie shot her a glare. "Or not." She shook her head and cleared her throat. "No. It−it's not."
Mitchie rolled her eyes and took a breath. "I want something normal for a girl, like Darcy or Hayley."
"I like Hayley!" Alex exclaimed, sitting up in her chair and smiling widely. Her eyes twinkled at the thought of Mitchie naming her daughter Hayley after the lead singer of Paramore, Alex's celebrity crush.
Mitchie gave her another look, this time more amused.
"Or ya know… Not." Alex's cheeks went red. "You can name her whatever you want."
"Well what about for a boy?" Connie asked. "You couldn't even think up a better name for your Teddy Bear than Bobby."
"I like that name!" Mitchie defended, thinking of her childhood toy which she'd cradled in her arms the night she found out she was expecting. He was now packed away in a box with some of her other old baby toys. "It's a good name. And so are Samuel and Kade."
"Samuel?" Connie raised an eyebrow at her.
"I like Samuel," Steve said, giving his input.
"I don't." Connie frowned.
"Can we just drop this, please?" Mitchie asked, sounding about as tired as she now looked. "It's my kid. I'll come up with the name. Okay?"
"Okay," Connie said, appearing to let it go as she picked up her taco again.
Mitchie breathed out a sigh of relief. "Thank you."
"So if it's your kid, you can make your own follow-up ultrasound appointment?" Connie took a bite of her taco and looked at her daughter expectantly.
Mitchie slapped a hand to her forehead. "I completely forgot about that."
"I know you did," Connie said with a slight smile. "Which is why I went ahead and made you one."
"When is it?" Mitchie asked, pushing away her plate of tacos. Suddenly she wasn't hungry anymore.
"February fourteenth."
"But that's Valentine's Day!" Alex said, jumping slightly. She blushed deeply when all of the Torreses looked at her. She slid down in her seat, wanting to disappear.
"She's right, Mom," Mitchie said, reaching over and grabbing Alex's hand under the table to show she understood the outburst, that she was having the same feeling about the date. "Now that I actually have someone to spend Valentine's day with, I want to spend it with her, not some lady who squirts cold goo on my stomach!"
"It's the only day that was free!" Connie said. "I'm guessing everyone else wanted to do something on Valentine's day, which is why they all scheduled around it. It was the only day I could get in the near future."
"Fine," Mitchie said. She and Alex could always do something that night.
"The only thing is, I won't be able to go with you."
"What?" Mitchie exclaimed. She couldn't go alone! Her mother had been the only thing that had kept her calm last time.
"Valentine's day is our busiest day of the year," Connie explained. "People go on dates, couples go out to dinner… I asked to have just an hour off and that wasn't even possible. Your father will just have to go with you."
"I will?" Steve asked, looking a little scared. He hated going to those appointments when Connie was pregnant for Mitchie. It made him uncomfortable. But to go with his daughter would just be plain awkward.
"Yes, Steve, you will," Connie told him.
"I could go with her," Alex said quietly.
Everyone stopped and looked at her. Mitchie looked hopeful, as well as Steve. Connie just looked concerned.
"Are you sure, Alex?"
"Yes." She nodded. "I could get off work. It wouldn't be a problem."
"Do you know what goes on at these appointments?" Connie asked. She wasn't trying to discourage Alex; she just wanted to make sure the girl knew what she was getting herself into.
"They squirt goo on her stomach and then an image of the baby appears on the screen?" Alex shrugged. She didn't see what the big deal was.
Connie nodded. "Yes, you see the baby. And it's a really emotional experience. Do you think you can handle it?"
Mitchie looked from her mother to her girlfriend, holding her breath and waiting for an answer. Alex locked eyes with Mitchie.
"Yes."
Connie nodded slowly. "Okay, then. Alex will go with you to your appointment, Mitchie."
A smile spread across Mitchie's face at the thought of sharing that moment with Alex and squeezed the other girl's hand under the table. Alex returned the smile and nudged Mitchie's foot with her own. She was excited for this. She was going to get to see Mitchie's baby. Maybe if she pestered her enough, she could get the Mitchie to agree to find out the sex. Mrs. Torres made it sound like some sort of traumatizing event. She was just going to see a gray blob on a monitor. How bad could it be?
"Is there cake?" Steve asked Connie, breaking the silence and the trance Mitchie and Alex had fallen into while staring at each other.
Mitchie resisted the urge to chuckle. She'd almost forgotten it was her birthday for a second…
"Your mom came up with some crazy names," Alex commented a little over an hour later after she'd zapped herself into Mitchie's room for the first time since her parents found out they were dating. Screw laying low. It was Mitchie's birthday and she wanted to spend the night with her.
They were each lying on the side they were accustomed, but Mitchie had gotten into a habit of sleeping on her back because of her stomach over the past week or so. Therefore, Mitchie was on her back, head turned to look at Alex as Alex lay on her side beside Mitchie, their hands joined in between them.
"I know!" Mitchie said in an irritated tone. "She's becoming such a pain about it. She gave me this book of names and I've been looking through it, but none of them seem right. I don't want to name the kid something crazy! I'm so thankful she named me Mitchie and not Ebba, like she wanted me to name the baby a few weeks ago."
"Ebba?" Alex asked.
"That's the one that means boar."
"Bore?" Alex's brow furrowed. "Like, boring?"
Mitchie shook her head a little in the dark. "No, boar like the animal."
"Ew." Alex smirked. "Why would she want you to name the baby that?"
"I don't know, honestly." Mitchie sighed. "I almost feel like she wishes she would have had more kids, so she's trying to do that through me and her grandchild. If she wants to be a mom again so badly, she can give birth to the baby herself. I'd gladly let her do it."
"Are you scared about that?" Alex asked. "About the pain?"
"A little," Mitchie admitted. "But I try not to think about it."
Alex nodded, understanding. If she knew she was going to be in excruciating pain in a few months, she wouldn't want to dwell on that either.
"Alex?" Came Mitchie's soft voice.
"Yeah?"
"I never got to fully thank you…For the getting that guy from the record company to come, for the party itself…For just being here and being the amazing girlfriend that you are." Mitchie turned slightly so she was facing Alex better, looking at her partner.
Alex smiled a little. "I think you just did."
"No, I didn't. But I'm about to."
Before Alex could say anything, Mitchie leaned forward and pressed her lips against hers. Alex smiled into it and was about to pull away when she felt Mitchie's hand rest on the back of her head, pressing their lips together even more. Alex leaned in closer, their bodies pressed together as much as they could be with Mitchie's stomach. When she felt Mitchie part her lips slightly, Alex slipped her hot tongue into Mitchie's equally hot mouth, exploring. Rarely did they kiss this way, and it was always something special. Alex touched the tip of her tongue to Mitchie's as she leaned on her elbows, propping herself up so she was directly above Mitchie. The slightly younger brunette ran her hands through Alex's raven hair, dragging her nails over her scalp lightly and causing her to shiver.
Alex felt a hot hand make its way up the back of her shirt, making bumps appear on her skin. She bit Mitchie's lip lightly and shivered more as the hand trailed all the way up her back, dangerously close to her bra.
When Alex realized where Mitchie's fingers were and the position they were in, she instantly pulled out of the kiss and looked down at her girlfriend. Mitchie's eyes flashed open, concerned.
"What, what's wrong?" she asked, her breathing heavy.
Alex shook her head, panting. "I can't." She sat up, making Mitchie's hand leave her shirt. Once all body contact was lost, she began to feel a little better. Her body temperature sure was high, but that would calm down eventually.
Mitchie placed her hands over her face and stayed lying down, trying to regain her breathing. The only sounds hear in the room for the next minute or so were of the two girls panting. Finally, Mitchie sat up, struggling a little because of her belly.
"Alex…" She placed a hand on the other girl's shoulder, slightly hurt when her girlfriend flinched. "Talk to me."
Alex was silent for a few moments before she muttered, "I can't let myself get carried away with you."
"Why not?" Mitchie asked. "Do you think you're going to hurt me physically or emotionally? Because last time I checked, kissing won't harm me. And emotionally…You're hurting me by rejecting me, Alex."
Alex closed her eyes, guilt washing over her. This hurt her just as much, knowing she was hurting someone she cared about so deeply.
"I didn't know how far that was going to go," Alex said quietly as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. "I had to stop myself before I did something stupid."
"You sound like Edward Cullen right now. And I hate him," Mitchie said crossly. "But I love you, so please tell me why you're acting like this." She looked at Alex's back, pleading with her eyes though her girlfriend could not see this.
Finally, Alex sighed and turned. "I don't want to sleep with you."
Mitchie's face went from scared to hurt. "Oh…" she cleared her throat. "Guess it's more comfortable to sleep in your big bed all alone than in this tiny one with this big thing." She looked down and placed a hand on her stomach as tears threatened to fall from her eyes. "You can leave if you want to..."
Alex shook her head furiously quick. "No, Mitchie, that's not what I meant!" Alex said in an urgent whisper to not be heard by Mitchie's parents though to convey her emotions. She took Mitchie's hand off her stomach and the other one in her own, squeezing them. "I meant I don't want to have sex with you."
Mitchie's head snapped up, her features now angry. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?" She yanked her hands away and crossed them over her chest.
"That didn't come out right." Alex ran a frustrated hand through her hair. "What I mean is, you're gorgeous, Mitchie. And I love you. Very, very much. When we kiss like that, I feel so much… Too much. I get carried away and as things get more heated, I know I won't be able to stop myself from going too far. I don't want to cross a line. And even if you're ready to take that step over that line, I'm not. I'm not saying you are, but… We've just never talked about it, ya know?" Alex took a breath. She knew she was rambling; she just hoped she was making sense. "I am very attracted to you. Sometimes it takes all of my energy not to just grab you and start kissing you. And when we kiss, I want to do… inappropriate things to you."
She blushed, and even though it was dark, she could tell Mitchie was blushing as well. Mitchie bit her lip and glanced down at the bedspread. She wasn't mad anymore, that much Alex could tell.
"I just don't want to rush things or push you to do something you may not want to do," Alex continued. "I don't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you to do anything. Mitchie, God, honestly… I'd love to make love to you. I want it more than just about anything in the world."
Mitchie looked up and locked eyes with Alex. "I want that too," she said softly. "You talk about how beautiful I am. But look at me, Alex. I'm a whale. You're the attractive one. You've got a nice, toned stomach and flawless features."
"You're not a whale, Mitchie. And don't you say that about yourself ever again," Alex scolded. "You're beautiful."
"I just don't get it, Alex. How could you want me?" Mitchie pulled her sleeves over her thumbs and dabbed at her eyes. "I can't stand the thought of you looking at my stretch marks when your stomach is so perfect."
"Stop it," Alex said, turning fully towards Mitchie and grabbing her face. "Stop it right now, Mitchie Torres. I love you and you are fucking perfect to me, okay? The only reason I don't want to have sex with you is because I respect you and your condition. I will not intrude on that baby. Your body belongs to him or her right now, not me. It is not because you are pregnant that I do not want to sleep with you. It is because I love you and I wouldn't feel right if our first time was under these circumstances." Alex moved her hands from Mitchie's face to her shoulders, talking softer. "If things were different, I would have fucked you senseless by now. But as things are as they are, I love you, I want to have sex with you, but I will not. So please do not hold that against me."
Mitchie just stared at Alex as the raven haired girl searched her face, trying to gage her reaction. Mitchie's eyes were wide and she was staring. Alex became panicky.
"God damn it, Mitchie, say something!"
Mitchie smiled. "I fucking love you," she said softly.
Alex gave a relieved smile. "I fucking love you too."
Mitchie brought her hand up and stroked Alex's cheek. "You're right, we should wait. At least until after the baby comes. And we should talk about it more when we're getting close. That way, this won't happen again." She smiled a little. "I want it to be perfect. It can be like how our first times should have been."
Alex frowned a little. "Our? You mean yours, don't you?"
Mitchie frowned as well. "No…Ours."
"But I've never had my first time," Alex said, pointing to herself. "I'm a virgin."
Mitchie stared, a little dumbstruck. "But…What about Nikki? You said she just wanted you for sex?"
"She did." Alex nodded slightly. "But I didn't give it to her."
"Oh." She slumped her shoulders and pouted a little. Now she was ashamed again. Alex not being a virgin actually made her feel better, not as stupid. But Alex was smart enough to figure out she was being used, unlike Mitchie…
"Mitchie, are you actually upset that I'm a virgin?" Alex asked, seeing her girlfriend's reaction. When Mitchie didn't answer, Alex put the pieces together in her head. "Hey." She grabbed Mitchie's hands, making the other girl look at her. "You know it doesn't matter to me. If it mattered, I wouldn't be here. I don't look down on you and I don't look at you differently because of it. In fact, if it hadn't happened, you wouldn't be here with me right now. And you wouldn't have a little baby on the way for you to love and for me to spoil rotten." This got Mitchie to smile despite herself. "You can't keep looking at it as a mistake. We all make them. Look at me and the school. If I hadn't done that, I wouldn't have spent so much time with you and once again, we wouldn't be here. Life is about making mistakes, it's part of growing up. It's how you deal with them that's important."
Mitchie looked at Alex carefully, a bit shocked by the wise words. Months ago, you'd never have heard the teenager speaking like that. But now, here she was at seventeen, and she was coming up with brilliance. Mitchie could hardly believe it. Then again, she'd begun to get used to Alex coming up with spectacular things.
"You're incredible, do you know that?" Mitchie shook her head slightly with a small smile.
Alex looked at the ceiling, like she was thinking about it. "Yes," she said, looking back at Mitchie with that trademark smirk. "Yes, I do know that, actually."
Mitchie chuckled softly. "You're a dork."
"But I'm you're dork, Birthday Girl."
"That's true, it's still my birthday."
Alex looked over her shoulder at the clock. "For another five minutes or so, yes."
"Then can I have one last birthday wish?" Mitchie asked, to which Alex nodded. "Kiss me for the next five minutes. I promise to go slow and not make things get too heated. I just want you to kiss me."
Alex bit her lip gently, smiling to herself at how cute Mitchie was. Who asked for stuff like that? Mitchie. Mitchie did. And it was adorable.
"Your wish, is my command."
Mitchie didn't know whether or not she'd wanted to have sex earlier. Sure, she had a pretty good feeling that she wouldn't have stopped if Alex had initiated it, but that hadn't been what she was going for. She wasn't even conscious of her actions, just doing what felt natural. And she was glad Alex had stopped it and not wanted to go to that next step. If Mitchie had had any doubt that Alex actually cared about her (which she didn't), that speech would have diminished them. But Alex was right. They shouldn't have sex. Not yet anyway. She was sure of it.
And now, as Alex placed her lips against her own and her heart raced, she knew it would be hard to wait. But, she also knew that it would be well worth the wait when that magical moment finally came.
I haven't been updating in accordance with the date anymore. I kind of got off track. I'll try to get a Valentine's thing up for V-Day, but no promises. I have FOUR huge exams coming up.
For those of you who follow me on Twitter, you guys know I was pretty upset the other day. I just wanna say thanks for those of you who were concerned about me. It really means a lot. It's a bad time of year for me. And it was just a bad day in general, plus I'm stressed with school.
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