A New Beginning

Pizza

Okay so, this first part is a flashback that started in the chapter "Meeting" and continued in "Christmas Eve".

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Mitch POV

We sat there, back against the lockers, staring at the wall for what seemed like an eternity until I saw him looking over at me and we rose up together, eyes still locked. He took my hand and we proceeded to walk down the hall together, our footsteps solemnly echoing down the hallway. We reached the door and he opened it for me, and we walked outside to his car. We got in and he drove us to his house. When we arrived, it being a Friday night, I knew that I could stay and my parents wouldn't breathe a word about it. I can only hope to dear God that Kirstie doesn't show up and try to make me confront my feelings to Scott. I would literally DIE.

We make our way into his house, not yet saying anything at all to each other. I sit down on his couch, noticing that his parents are gone, probably another little vacation. They'd been taking a lot of those lately.

I hear Scott in the kitchen, ordering a pizza and a cookie pizza for dessert and I smile to myself.

Pizza Friday's are back.

Scott walks into the living room and sits down next to me, still not saying anything to me. He sighs a deep and longing sigh, then looks over at me. I can't help but shudder and open my mouth a bit as he gives me a piercing stare. We stay like this for a while, looking at each other. It must've been at least 5 minutes and I'm a bit worried about him. I mean, he just lost his girlfriend. He told me that he might even propose to her one day, before she turned into a complete bitch.

I feel Scott's breath against my neck and notice that he has moved a lot closer to me. It's torture, having the man of your dreams sitting right next to you, breathing on your neck and you can't muster up the courage to tell him how you really feel.

I feel like screaming out to him, gushing out all my sins over him, telling him my big secret, and him telling me his. I want to feel his heart beating on top of my own, intertwining our souls together to become one beautiful thing. I want to be succumbed in his rage, his beauty, love, and...well...a little bit more. I...I just want to love him, and to be loved by him.

His soft breaths become heavy with lust and confusion, I feel them getting closer and closer, slowly, to my lips until his blue eyes meet my brown ones. His eyes were like crystals, so much lighter and fuller now than before. He inches closer to me, lips grazing against my own.

*knock knock* "Pizza delivery!"

Scott sighs and I pull back away from him, leaning back into the couch.

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"Hey, sis?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you remember back in high school, that time when your girlfriend broke up with you over the play?"

"Allie? Yes."

"I keep thinking about that."

"Really? Why?"

"Because, that was the only moment in my life that I wished the pizza delivery guy took a long time to deliver."

"Ohhh, yeah. Me too. But I really really liked how it happened for the first time, looking out into the city, when we kissed."

Scott brushes his hand on my cheek, then gives me a longing kiss. We are laying in his bed in his room, lights off.

"I really love you." I whisper.

"I love you more."

"No."

"Yes."

"No way!"

"Oh yes."

"Stoppppp," I whine. I look over at the clock, which reads 12:00.

"Merry Christmas, Scott." I kiss him once more.

"Merry Christmas, Mitch."