~New and Improved~
"Dibs on the bathroom," I call out to Mitch, striding down the hallway to our room.
We had just gotten together with the other guys and now it was getting late, so we all decided to go back to the hotel.
"Only if you beat me to it," Mitch replies, picking up his pace.
I laugh at his childish behavior, imitating the action and sprinting towards the room.
I stumble to the door, shuffling for the room key.
"Any day now," Mitch smiles, watching me helplessly search for the card.
"I still won though," I reply, pulling the card out of my purse and sliding it into the key pad.
"I let you win," Mitch conceitedly responds, as I unlock the door and hurdle in behind him.
"Sure you did," I reply sarcastically, locking myself in the bathroom and getting ready for bed.
I change into my pajamas, a long t-shirt and short shorts; then brush my teeth and clean my makeup from my now naked face.
And once I finish, I trample out of the bathroom, gazing at Mitch who was comfortably laying on my bed.
"What took you an hour?" Mitch cries out, his face gleaming in my direction.
I giggle, walking towards him, "more like ten minutes."
"Well it felt like an hour," Mitch responds as he stands up from the bed and goes into the bathroom.
I stroll over to where Mitch previously was, stealing his seat on the bed.
I flick the television on, roaming the channels for something decent to watch; skip, skip, skip . . . wait, skip, skip--
Suddenly Mitch comes out of the bathroom and I rotate to his direction, watching his shirtless self scan the room. I just stare for a second, not realizing.
Mitch raises his eyebrow, "am I that attractive?"
"Why do you always seem to bring up this conversation?" I tilt my head, trying to bring my eyes up to his face.
"Because I'm pretty hot," Mitch winks, his eyes still glued to mine.
I roll my eyes and throw a pillow at him, "go put a shirt on."
"Ouch," he jokes while grabbing a shirt and sliding it on slowly, "you still didn't answer my question though?"
"Shh, I'm picking a movie," I change the subject quickly, remote in hand.
I scroll through multiple films, not dying to watch any of them--
"That one," Mitch calls out at me when I stop at a zombie apocalypse movie.
"No way am I watching that," I pause the screen.
"Come on Camille, I'll be right here if you're getting attacked by a zombie," Mitch teases half-jokingly.
"Wow thanks Mitch, how sweet," I respond sarcastically.
"No but really click 'buy now'," he says, resting a hand and leaning on the bed.
I shake my head "only if you promise to take me out for ice cream tomorrow and if I don't have to buy you a smoothie."
"Done," Mitch nods, thinking it over in his head.
I buy the movie, as Mitch crawls under the covers beside me.
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We were in the middle of the movie, and I've had enough. I've covered my eyes at least ten times and hid my face into Mitch's shoulder just as many times.
"That's it," I call out frustratedly, as I get out of the bed and walk up to the balcony window.
"Camille, what are you doing?" Mitch looks up, watching me double check that the window is closed and shut the blinds over the balcony completely.
I race over to the door next, making sure it's locked. I pull a chair from under the counter and stuff it under the doorknob.
I pause, scanning the room to make sure it was as safe as possible, then make my way back towards the tv.
"It was creeping me out," I confess, slithering back under the bed beside Mitch.
Mitch laughs slightly, moving his body against mine, until we were side by side.
My eyes flicker up at him confusedly, but Mitch just keeps watching the movie, as he snakes his arm around my body slowly concealing me in his arms.
I sigh deeply, shifting comfortably under the covers, his body against mine. I wanted to say something but it didn't matter because I've already fallen asleep.