CHAPTER 1- VISITING MITCHIE
"Ugh!!…Jesus Miki could you have more crap laying around?" I faintly heard Mitchie grunt from somewhere followed by a couple of thuds and then the opening of the bathroom door.
I cracked one eye open and peeked out from behind the fluffy white blanket I was currently burrowed in to see a very angry brunette in nothing but a robe glaring at me from the bathroom doorway.
"Wha…time….is..it?" I managed out past a yawn ignoring her glare altogether.
"Time? I'll tell you what time it is" She half yelled while throwing a couple of articles of clothing at the big white blob in the bed that is me. "It's time for me to get ready for work….and SOMEONE turned my bathroom into a deathtrap. Do you have any idea what could have happened Miki? Huh?" She finished her rant coming to stand directly in front of the bed with her hands on her hips.
I glance up at her trying to hide the smirk that I can feel making its way onto my face at the sight of her trying to look menacing in a robe.
God she looks so sexy when she's mad….maybe that's why I do stuff to purposely make her made at me. That is one good thing about our relationship, I can't stay mad at her…it's like impossible, all she has to do is get mad at me and I'm over it at her first glare and sexy nose flare…oh and did I mention chest heaves…those are good too.
Apparently, she expected an answer because now she looks really pissed.
"Why are you smirking at me like that?….it's creepy quit it" She asks and then giggles when I just continue to grin goofily at her. She shakes her head lightly before grabbing the cover and pulling it away from my face exposing it to the morning sun that was filtering in through the window.
"Ugh!!!" I grunt trying to shield my eyes. "Miiiiitch….it's only like…6:30!!" I yell after glancing at the bedside clock to finish my sentence.
"Hey…you're the one who wanted to visit before you left for tour" Mitchie answered as she moved about the room grabbing a few things. "I have to be on set in 45 minutes, so get up and be dressed by the time I get out of the shower" She finished in a stern voice as she walked into the bathroom.
"Yes Ma'am" I answered sarcastically doing a little salute even though she couldn't see it, but I heard her let out a little giggle before turning on the shower.
Ahhhh…Mitchie in the shower, with the water cascading down over her….NO!!! stop it. You see there are good things and bad things about being around Mitchie, this is a bad thing….I find it extremely hard to keep my hormones/ emotions in check, and she has absolutely no idea what she does to me.
I sigh loudly before finally throwing the covers off myself and clumsily make my way across the hotel room to my open suitcase. I stare at the mess for a moment. I should sort and fold all this stuff so it doesn't get wrinkled. I think to myself as I continue to stare. Nah!! I say to myself as I plop my butt onto the floor and rifle through it plucking out a pair of denim shorts and a long sleeved black skull top from it and tossing them towards the bed.
I heard the shower shut off as I pulled my pajamas off and tossed them beside the bed.
"Mik?…Are you up?" I heard Mitchie yell through the bathroom door.
I giggle before answering. "Yeah, I'm getting dressed right now" I yell back shaking my head as I pull my shorts on. I heard the bathroom door click open and turned to find Mitchie standing there in just her bra and underwear with her hair still dripping from the shower. Holy shit!!!! Do not follow the water droplets…bad Mikayla I think to myself as I gulp loudly and finally tear my eyes away from her body to look at her face. It looked expectant….Oh god! Did she ask something while I was ogling her?
"Well….Are you gonna throw me my clothes or not?" She asked in exasperation pointing her hand at the folded clothes on the bed.
"Right…uh…clothes" I stuttered out grabbing her clothes and tossing them at her quickly before turning away and trying to get my hormones under control. I heard her say a quiet thanks before the door clicked shut again. I tried to slow my breathing and brought my hand up to my chest to feel my heart fluttering like mad. It was then I realized that the whole time…I too had been shirtless.
That's another good thing about Mitchie even though she knows I'm gay, she treats me the same way as she did before I told her…the bad part of this is…when stuff like this happens, I have to pretend to not get turned on by her at all…after all what kind of best friend would I be if I lusted after her…oh yeah, ME
I shook my head lightly before grabbing my shirt and pulling it over my head. I walked over to the mirror and grabbed my brush trying to pull out the tangles I got from sleeping on my hair when it was wet when I heard the bathroom door open again.
"How do I look?" I heard her ask as I glanced to the side of the mirror to see her reflection twirling in circles. I giggled a little because she was just going to set, and she was wearing a loose pair of sweat pants and her favorite motley crue t- shirt further proving that she was only headed to set.
"Whose opinion do you want today?…Your best friend or the lesbian in me?" I asked turning to lean against the dresser. I saw her shrug nonchalantly and then tilt her head to the side.
"How bout both" She answered back with a slight laugh as she came over to the mirror and started pulling her hair back.
"Well as your best friend I say you look good, but then again…you always look good Mitch" I say with a contemplative look on my face as I glance over to her.
"Awwww…thanks Mik" She answers as a smile comes on her face and she starts smoothing her ponytail back.
"And the lesbian in me says….Damn!!! Your ass looks really fine in those sweats" I finish with a smirk as I see her face heat up and she slaps my arm playfully before turning away from the mirror to grab her purse and a bag she had sitting by the door.
"Such a charmer Kay" She says in a sigh still trying to get the redness to leave her face.
"I know" I answer with a giggle as I open the door to let her walk out first. I glance down as she walks out to stare at her hips that mesmerize me so often.
"Stop staring at my ass Miki" She yells with a giggle without looking back at me.
I shake my head pulling the door shut behind me and jogging to catch up. I reach out and grab her around the waist from behind slipping my hands under her open sweater jacket to rest on her stomach as she stops.
"Mitch….I was just joking…you always look gorgeous to me" I whisper placing a chaste kiss on her cheek before releasing her waist and grabbing her hand to pull her into the elevator. I nervously glance over to see Mitchie with pink cheeks and a slightly stunned expression on her face. That blush…is definitely a good thing. I think as a small smile comes on to my face.
________________________________________________________________________ If the silence on the car ride to set was any indication, I think I may have freaked her out a little bit. Then again, I wasn't exactly trying to engage conversation myself…not until I knew if she was freaked out or not. I kept my eyes strictly on the window the whole 10 minute drive before we finally pulled up to a camp and stopped.
"You actually film like at a real camp…like outdoors?" I ask as I open the door of the car and step out into the dirt road, my black converse quickly getting a layer of dust on them. I know I said I wasn't gonna talk…but I'm not exactly an outdoor kinda girl.
"Yeah…what did you think?" Mitchie answered with a giggle as she came to stand next to me. Well I guess she isn't that freaked out.
"I thought you had really really good sets," I answered while looking around at all the trees and dirt in disgust. I heard Mitchie stifle a laugh before she grabbed my hand.
"C'mon nature girl…I gotta get to hair and makeup" She said pulling me along behind her, as I tried not to trip over any rocks. I could feel the tingles running up my arm from the contact, but at this point, I was used to that happening.
"Are you hungry?" I heard Mitchie ask as she pulled me through the door of one of the small cabins and released my hand as she plopped into the seat nearest the door that had her name on it.
"Do you have to ask?" I answer sarcastically as she knows that I can eat more than four people combined. She shook her head no and then pointed to a small table across the room.
"There's food over there….oh hey Helen" She answered as the hair and makeup lady walked through the door with coffee in hand.
I quickly turned and made my way over to the table as the two were talking. I grabbed three blueberry bagels and cut them in half putting regular crème cheese on two and strawberry on one before walking back over to where Mitchie was talking animatedly with Helen.
"I made you one…strawberry crème cheese, just like you like" I said pushing her plate towards her while I balanced mine in my other hand. She stopped talking and smiled up at me making my breath catch in my throat.
"Thanks Mik" She answered taking the plate from my hand as I sat down in the seat next to her and started eating my bagels.
"Anybody who makes food for you is a keeper kid" Helen said in her gruff voice as Mitchie glanced over at me before giggling around a piece of bagel.
"This is Mikayla, my best friend…Mikayla this is Helen" Mitchie said nodding towards us both.
"Nice to finally meet ya, this one here never shuts up bout ya" Helen said pointing over her shoulder at Mitchie whose face had turned red.
I grinned as I saw Mitchie slap Helen on the arm "Only the good stuff is true, I swear" I answered smirking up at Helen who nodded her head and then turned back to look at Mitchie.
"So when you get done eatin I'm just doin your makeup this morning" She said grabbing a pack a cigarettes off the table behind her and slipping one out.
"Why?" Mitchie asked with a confused expression crossing her beautiful features. I found myself staring at the cute expression and adding that to the list of good things about Mitchie.
"The rain scene" Helen answered and I saw comprehension come onto Mitchie's face as she nodded. "I'm gonna go smoke while ya'll finish up here" Helen said as she made her way out the door.
"Rain scene huh?… sounds fun" I say as I finish off my bagel and then dust off the leftover crumbs on my shirt before glancing up at Mitchie.
"Tons…I'll probably be freezing all day" She answers bitterly as she takes a bite out of her half eaten bagel and got crème cheese all over her upper lip. I giggle a little and then motion towards my mouth. She is just too cute sometimes I think to myself as she just looks confusedly at me.
"You got a little…never mind" I answer her questioning gaze as I lean forward and use my thumb to wipe her upper lip. I can feel her gaze on me as I bring my thumb up to my lips and suck the crème cheese off finally lifting my eyes to meet hers. I see her gulp slightly before licking her lips and muttering out a small thanks.
"My pleasure" I whisper out as the door bangs open and Mitchie's gaze leaves mine to find Helen coming back from her smoke. I clear my throat and try to get control of my heart rate as Helen starts on Mitchie's makeup. I can feel her glancing at me every so often and every time it makes my stomach erupt in butterflies.
"So did you bring your stuff for the camp in tonight?" I heard Helen ask as I glanced curiously over at Mitchie, as I had no idea what she was talking about.
"Yep, It's all in the bag by the door…mine and Mikayla's" She answered with a grin motioning over to the bag in question.
"Uh…What don't I know?" I asked looking stupidly between Mitchie and Helen.
"We're staying at the camp in tonight" Mitchie answered now bouncing in her seat a little and clapping her hands.
"Wha…Here?" I asked desperate for her to say no silly at the Hilton, but of course, I don't have that kind of luck.
"Duh" She answered as her and Helen giggled slightly.
"But…I'm not a tree girl Mitchie…I'm like….a beach and city girl" I told her trying to get my point across by gesturing madly with my hands.
"But can't you be a "tree" girl for just one night….for me?" I heard her ask as she turned to me and stuck out her bottom lip. ARGGGHHH!! She knows I can't say no when she does that.
"Damnit Mitchie!!!!" I whine stomping my foot. "You owe me big time" I finish pointing my finger at her before slinging myself back down into my chair that I had just vacated and crossing my arms.
"Yay!!!" I heard Mitchie say as she clapped and her and Helen went back to talking about the dang camp in. This is a bad thing about Mitchie…she knows far too well how to get me to do just what she wants.