015 - Stay
'We need to talk about the kiss' Mitch signed, I pretended to not have seen and he tugged at my shirt, to get my attention. Then I just pretended to ignore him.
Which was easy to do, because I was on the opposite couch. "Ow! Did you just pinch me?" I gasped in pain and rubbed my arm.
'Stop ignoring me' He signed with a resting bitch face. "I'm not" I said and shrugged before turning my attention back to the tv.
I saw Mitch move once again, in the corner of my eye and before he could pinch me again I jumped over on the couch. "Hah–you're slow" I retorted and Mitch glared at me.
'Talk to me' He signed. I hummed and pretended to think only to shake my head no and I turned my attention back to the movie playing.
Suddenly, I was pushed back on the couch, arms on each side of me, a knee between my legs, blocking me completely from leaving.
'Talk' He signed. His face hovered over mine, it was dangerous. I wanted nothing more than to crash my lips against his, but I shouldn't.
"You're trouble, okay? You're gonna get me in trouble, the kiss wasn't supposed to happen. It was a momentary lapse of judgment, right?" I said with a sigh.
His eyes fell a little and I sensed he thought the opposite. Hell, I did too. I just had to remain strong and focused. I couldn't do this.
'Maybe to you' He signed. "Mitch, I just– I meant what I said, I'm gonna have to move if I can't keep out of trouble. I've already gotten into enough trouble, my parents will not hesitate with moving us out of Jacksonville" I told him, for some reason it felt right to cup his face.
His eyes stared into mine. "I can't think like this. I don't have room for it, because trouble has already found me. It's only a matter of time before my parents get enough once again" I said quietly.
'What do you want?' He signed, I didn't miss the way his cheek leaned into my palm slightly. "It doesn't matter what I want, Mitch. Don't you understand? I was just meant to graduate and that's it" I half whispered.
'You could stay' He signed. He was torn, it showed on his face. "I can't, I'm sorry. It's not up to me" I said, the second I said that. His face fell completely into sadness and disappointment.
I wanted nothing more than to kiss his sadness away. But if I did that, I would only cause more trouble and pain, not only for Mitch but also for myself.
'You did something when you showed up here, you're mysterious. I don't understand you, yet you have my full attention and since that kiss–' He paused and I swallowed deeply.
'I was sure of what I felt towards you' He finished. "What do you feel for me then?" I half whisper, I feared the answer would only cause more pain.
He leaned his face down towards mine, his cheek brushed mine and I felt my breath hitch in my throat as I leaned into him. Without warning, his lips captured mine eagerly. Not a second more to spare.
I kissed him back and I felt his hands cup my face. They were warm, yet it was the hands of an underground fighter. A dangerous, even lethal man.
His lips were addicting, I needed more. I pulled him closer to me before pushing him to sit down on the couch instead, I wasted no time getting on top of him.
I straddled him and kissed him again. His hands gripped onto my hips as he began to grind his hips to my movements. A moan escaped my lips in the kiss as he grasped at every inch of me that he could get his hands on.
I slowly pulled away, leaving Mitch to lean out to recapture my lips, but I put my hand on his cheek. "Wait" I said breathlessly.
"I meant what I said" I insisted, though I felt like a whiny helpless girl. Mitch nodded his head to my words, but leaned closer towards my face.
"I mean it, Mitch" I repeated, he hummed and slowly wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled my head down towards him. His lips were back on mine, where they belonged and I had no power to stop it.
I was weak as hell, I didn't have it in me to stop it. I wanted this. Fuck.
Hours later we were asleep in his bed, we hadn't taken it further than kissing. I wasn't that helpless. I slept in Mitch' shirt, my own was stained with a little blood and not at all comfortable to sleep in. So, Mitch was shirtless again. Not that I complained.
My head was on his bare chest as he slept, I began to trace my finger along his tattoos, I wanted to know every story behind each piece.
I was brought out of my daze when his hand began to run up and down my back, I couldn't help but smile a little as I looked up at him.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked down at my hand on his tattoos. He then looked at me, he slowly leaned down and pressed a kiss to my temple before pulling me further up.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled his head into my neck. I could hear him inhale deeply as his face hid in my neck and hair.
"Why is it that you don't speak?" I whisper quietly as I continuously run my hand through his hair. He froze at my question and I slowly stopped my movements.
I fucked up. I just knew I had. I waited for the outburst and even for him to throw me out. But it didn't come. I reopened my eyes as I felt him move out of my arms and his arms left my body.
"I'm sorry–" I started but he gave me a small smile. 'There was an accident four years ago. It was my father and I" He signed.
'My father is in a coma now and has been since' He signed. I nodded and kept quiet as I thought he would continue, but he didn't.
"What does your voice sound like?" I ask after a while. Mitch moves and reaches over me to get his phone, he opens it as he leans onto his elbows.
A minute later he shows me a video of a very, very young Mitch and Oliver. I hear their voices. Mitch was 14 at the time, I smiled a little as North filmed Oliver and Mitch moving around as they pretended to fight.
"Guys– look at West, he's losing it" Mitch had called out and a laugh escaped his mouth, it was like music to my ears. His voice, his laugh, it made me smile and laugh a little along with the others in the video.
I glanced up at Mitch only to see him bite his lip, his face showed anger and pain. The sight made my smile fall, I pressed the side of his iphone and the screen turned black.
"Your voice and laugh...it sounded beautiful. It's a shame I wasn't there to hear it" I half whispered and lifted his chin to make him look at me.
'It's not beautiful. It's the voice of a kid not knowing what was going on' Mitch signed and scoffed. "What do you mean?" I ask him, but he pulls away fully.
He gets out of the bed and walks towards his closet, pulling a new pair of pants and shirt. 'Get dressed, I'm taking you home' He signed as he grabbed his phone from beside me and then his keys.
I chuckled dryly before throwing the duvet off of me, I put on my pants and yanked his shirt off, I put my own on and found my jacket before walking past him.
"Don't bother. I can walk" I retorted and slammed the door after me. I stormed down the stairs and exited the house. It was three in the morning. I started walking home and scoffed a little in disbelief.
No way I would let him throw me out and then drive me home. No, just no.