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AN: This is Chapter 3 of 'Coffee' and its to Prompt no. 27 - Laughter and its Mitchie's chapter. Thanks once again to all those who reviewed/ favourited/ alerted this story, it really means a lot.

So LaPaige mentioned that she hates coffee so because of that and because she came up with this whole incredible '101 Prompts Challenge' and always reviews, this chapter is dedicated to her...I hope you like hot chocolate, Paige! :D

Once again, a huge thanks to suburbs for being such an amazing beta!

Chapter 3: Laughter on Tuesday

I had decided to meet up with Mitchie on Tuesday around mid-morning. I had thought that it wouldn't be fair to wake her up at the crack of dawn too…and the fact that Mitchie was already meeting Shane for breakfast had nothing to do with it. I wasn't dreading today at all; in fact, I was looking forward to it. I needed to have serious words with Mitchie; she couldn't keep telling the whole world that I liked Nate!

Anyway, that's why at the moment, I'm standing in what is probably the longest queue I've ever seen in Starbucks, trying to get myself and Mitchie a hot chocolate before I turn up at her apartment. It gave me a couple of minutes to think about hot chocolates. Unlike Shane's drink, I had tried a hot chocolate before so I knew what to expect. What I was having trouble with, though, was making the connection between hot chocolate and Mitchie. Especially the way she always had it – with cream and two sugars.

I stifled a chuckle. Shane had gone out of his way to make sure he wasn't having too much sugar with his coffee and his girlfriend added sugar to hot chocolates! I smiled just thinking about yesterday with Shane. I had so much fun and even better, I was able to at least make a vague connection between Shane and his latte. I had actually been surprised that he had opened up to me in the way that he had. I really hadn't been expecting to have a heart-to-heart conversation with Shane Gray in the early hours of the morning.

Fifteen minutes later, having finally managed to get the hot chocolates I pulled out of the parking lot without any accidents and found myself on the way to Mitchie's apartment. I made it there much quicker than I had on my way to Shane's not having hit any traffic along the way.

Struggling with the two cups in my hand, I managed to make it to the door, not sure exactly what I was going to do when I got there. Luckily right when I arrived it opened and a young guy stood back to let me through.

"Thank you so much," I said, giving him a small smile. I began to make my way up the stairs and as soon as I had arrived at Mitchie's door, I kicked the door three times as way of knocking. I heard a scuffling noise on the other side of the door before it opened revealing Shane Gray.

I raised an eyebrow at him as he took the cups from my hands and walked inside to place them on the table.

"Hey Shane, where's Mitchie?" I asked, as I couldn't see any sign of her in the apartment.

He grinned. "You know her next door neighbour? Sarah?"

I nodded immediately. "The slightly eccentric one?"

Shane let out a little laugh. "Yep, that's her. Well, I think she was trying to cook something but it didn't quite work out, so she came over begging Mitchie for help. Mitchie knew you would be over soon so she asked me to hang around to open the door."

"Thanks Shane," I laughed lightly. "I'm here now, so you can go if you want." I remembered that he, Nate and Jason had a meeting with their record label. "You have a meeting, don't you?"

"Yeah, I should make a move. How did you know I had a meeting?" he asked, looking slightly confused.

"Nate mentioned it yesterday," I replied, trying to sound casual.

Shane smirked at me, as I'd expected. "He did, did he?"

"Shut up, Gray, or that conversation we had yesterday might just work its way into a conversation that I'm having with Mitchie."

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Fine, I'm going." He turned to leave, and as he walked past me, he did something that surprised me. He gave me a quick hug before opening the door and letting himself out, whilst I was still standing there frozen.

I quickly recovered when I heard a knock on the door and I opened it to see Mitchie in a top covered in tomato sauce. "What –" I was cut off by Mitchie.

"Don't ask, Caity. I'm just going to change my top, I'll be with you in two secs," she called, already half way to her room.

I looked around the living room that I was standing in. I would be moving in with Mitchie in a couple of weeks. The lease for the apartment that I had been renting was now up and Mitchie had been begging me to move in with her ever since she moved three months ago. I had called her as soon as I had found out about my apartment and she had literally screamed so loud I don't think I needed the phone to hear her. My left ear hasn't been the same since.

"Looking around your new home, Caity?" I heard Mitchie ask so I turned around to face her.

"Yeah, I can't wait to move in!" I tried to keep the excitement in my voice down – I didn't want to damage my right ear as well.

"Are those for us?" she asked, spotting the cups that Shane had left on the table.

I nodded before picking them up and passing one to her. Immediately, she opened it and added two sachets of sugar and I followed suit, wincing a little as I added more sugar to the already sweet drink. She made her way over to the couches and sat down onto one of them, pulling her feet up with her.

"Did you sort out your neighbour's emergency, then?" I asked as I sat down opposite her.

She laughed. "Did you not see the sauce on my t-shirt? You'll have plenty of that to look forward to," she added, just as I raised my eyebrow.

"Mitch, have you forgotten –"

I was cut off by her laughter. It was a well known fact that if you could, you should avoid the words Caitlyn and kitchen in the same sentence.

"I totally forgot about that! I still can't believe you had to call the fire department when you tried to make pasta the first time!" She collapsed into another bout of giggles. Even though I should have been trying to look mad at her, I couldn't help myself and soon, we were both trying to hold our drinks upright as we laughed.

As soon as our giggles subsided, I took a sip of my drink. I could taste the chocolate and the whipped cream which I was sure had melted by now, but it was all slightly over powered by the two sugars that I had added to it. It was a very kiddie drink and knowing that I would have to start a conversation about it myself, I took another sip before placing my cup onto the coffee table in front of me.

"Mitch? When did you first have a hot chocolate?" I was glad that I had put my cup down, as Mitchie collapsed into another fit of giggles.

"Caity, that was a really random question, even for you!" She said.

I shrugged, somewhat defensively. "Just asking!"

She finally stopped her laughter. "When I was younger, like maybe around six, my Gran used to make it for me just before bed when I stayed over at her house," she answered, shrugging slightly herself. "I've loved it ever since and it reminds me of her so I always drink it."

Well, that much made sense. Family had always been really important to Mitchie, that was how she had been brought up, and I knew how close she had been to her Gran. But I still didn't get the two sugars. Starbucks' Hot Chocolate was generally quite a sweet drink. I knew Mitchie didn't really have that much of a sweet tooth, which baffled me even more.

"But it's really sweet, Mitch. How can you have it with so many sugars?" I continued my questioning.

She giggled softly before answering. "My Gran used to believe that kids should always have something sweet before going to bed because that meant they would have sweet dreams," she said, smiling slightly. "Of course, then she would make us brush our teeth for five minutes," she added.

"Even now when I have a bad dream, I wake up and make myself a sweet hot chocolate," she finished, taking a sip of the drink she had been talking about.

I nodded, but something still wasn't right. How did a sweet hot chocolate show Mitchie's personality? And as soon as I asked myself the question, I could almost hear the answer in my head.

"I guess she's the sweet part of your life, huh?"

I hit my head lightly on the couch. I had even said it myself to Shane yesterday. Mitchie Torres was the sweet thing in everyone's life. You could always count on her to cheer you up and make you laugh if you were down in the dumps. I guess in a weird way you could also count on hot chocolates since they made a great comfort drink. In fact, thinking about it now, when my first boyfriend had broken up with me, I had come over to Mitchie's and she had welcomed me in with open arms and made me a hot chocolate.

I had yet to meet someone that didn't like hot chocolates, and Mitchie was sort of a hot chocolate personified – she was sweet, warm and everyone liked her. And then I immediately felt guilty. I hadn't told her how much I appreciated her. Not once had I ever said thank you to her for being such an amazing friend.

"Why so deep in thought, Caitlyn?" Mitchie asked me, cutting into my thoughts.

"I was just thinking. I never said thank you for cheering me up when Sam broke up with me," I said.

She raised an eyebrow. "Cait, that was ages ago. And you don't ever have to thank me, I'm your best friend and I know you'd do the same for me," she said.

I took another sip of the hot chocolate. "Yeah, but I don't tell you that enough, and I just needed to say it. You can act like you didn't hear it if it makes you uncomfortable," I said, wanting to finish this conversation as soon as possible.

She took a sip of her drink before placing the cup back onto the table. "So how was yesterday at Shane's then?" she asked.

I grinned. I loved my best friend. "We got Nate to make pancakes for us," I said, smile still on my face as I thought back to the mess that we had left the kitchen in. Mitchie smirked at me and I knew exactly what her next sentence was going to be.

"So when are you going to tell Nate?"

Yep, I was right. "Mitchie, I don't know. I haven't really thought about whether or not I do want to tell him."

"Well, if you do, then we can triple date!"

I burst out laughing. "Triple date? Is that even a term?" I asked and without waiting for an answer, I carried on. "And when did Tess and Jason get together? And why didn't I know about it?" I asked, recalling the way Tess and Jason had been acting the day before yesterday.

"I think they got together a few days ago," Mitchie replied. "I think he'll be good for her."

I agreed. Tess needed someone like Jason in her life. I figured I'd get the full story from Tess herself when I met up with her.

I looked over at Mitchie just in time to see her start laughing again. "We could have a triple wedding!" she exclaimed, before sliding off the couch and laughing on the floor.

I sighed looking at her and it wasn't long before I had joined her on the floor, tears rolling down my cheeks as Mitchie started remembering some of the stupid things we had done together over the years.

Mitchie was the best friend I had ever had and I could definitely see the connection between Mitchie and a hot chocolate. Everyone loved Mitchie and she could always bring a smile to your face. If I was ever in need of comfort, Mitchie would be the first person I would go to. And she would be there with her hot chocolate in hand.