Obsession

Chapter 2

The week went by rather quickly. Sooner than I expected, Friday came along. I picked one of the many dresses I had in my closet and put it on. It was a tight, sleek, maroon Calvin Klein dress. I adjusted my hair. I had curled it perfectly so the long strands could sit on my shoulders.

As I was finishing the last touches to my mascara and eyeliner, trying not to stab my eye, I heard a knock on the door.

"Robyn!" My mom called.

I quickly shoved my stuff into a drawer and made my way down the stairs, slowing down slightly so it wouldn't look like I was rushing. There stood Mitchel looking cute in his tux. He grinned upon my entrance in the room.

He held his arm out to me. "Shall we?"

I grabbed his arm and we made our way to the door.

"Not so fast." My mom said. "Pictures!"

Mitchel and I both sighed. We were purposely trying to avoid that. Both of our moms were a little camera crazy.

After taking like a gazillion pictures, my mom finally let us go.

We got into Mitchel's car and drove off.

"I think your mom's addiction to cameras is worse than my mom's." Mitchel laughed.

I slumped in my seat a little. "Sorry."

"No it's fine." He laughed.

We were having a good conversation about our parents when the car started to make weird noises. I looked at my surroundings. We were on a road with a bridge ahead but there were no other cars in sight.

"Shit..." Mitchel grumbled pulling over to the side. The car died down. "I shouldn't have taken the short cut." He checked his phone for a signal. "Damn." He mumbled in frustration.

I rested my hand on his shoulder. "It's all right. We can walk down the road a little to get a signal."

"But I really wanted to take you dancing. Now I don't think that would be possible..." He rested his head on the top of the steering wheel. He stayed like that for a minute until he finally bolted up. "I have an idea!"

I sat there waiting for him to respond.

"After we get through to someone, we can dance." He grinned. "By the river. It's really pretty. Trust me."

I smiled. "Ok. Well who are we going to call?"

"Ghostbusters!" He immediately responded, getting out of the car. I laughed and got out as well. We started walking down the road. He kept checking his phone. It wasn't until we completely crossed the bridge that we got a signal.

Mitchel dialed a number and waited patiently. "Yeah bro, it's me. Yea it broke down again. You really need to get it checked. What if we were in the desert on one of our off roading sprees?" He quieted, listening to his brother on the other line. "I know jezz. I was just saying! Can you just come pick us up? We took the short cut... Yea literally right before the bridge." He paused again. "Ok, later."

Mitchel hung up and turned to me. "Sorry. My brother got mad at ME for getting mad at HIS car. Can you believe it? There's nothing he loves more than that stupid car and some girl he met in your neck of the woods."

"Oh he likes an American? I didn't even know you had a brother to be honest."

"Yea sorry. I thought I mentioned it but I guess it slipped my mind." Mitchell sighed. "And with the girl... I don't know what happened. All I know is that it was a couple years ago and he was heartbroken. They both couldn't handle long distance so..."

I simply nodded because I knew exactly what his brother was feeling. It's sad really. I loved my first boyfriend but we both couldn't handle the distance. Oddly enough he was from Australia as well but he lived in Melbourne. I laughed.

"What?"

"Nothing... Just thinking." I simply put my ex out of my thoughts the best I could and looked to Mitchel. "Now how about that river dance?"

He grinned. "I thought you would never ask, love." He took my hand and led me down the banks to the river.

I don't know how it happened. One minute we were dancing wildly, then he took me up in his arms and held me close. We slow danced for a bit until he leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"Do you know what's better than slow dancing?"

I shook my head no.

"This." He leaned forward as if to kiss me but instead he scooped me up, throwing me over his shoulder and dragging me towards the water.

"Wait my dress... And your tux!"

He stopped suddenly. "We'll just have to strip to our underwear then."

He put me down and started taking off his clothes. I stood there for a second thinking about what I was doing.

"Ahh screw it." I started to take off my clothes and within seconds we were both standing there in our underwear.

He grinned at me, reaching his hand out. "Common."

I rolled my eyes smiling and grabbing his hand.

We both giggled like children and ran in the water. It was a neutral temperature. Not too hot and not too cold. It was basically perfect. I didn't even want to think what kind of creatures could be living in the water. Mitchel picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"You're very forward aren't you?" I laughed putting my arms around his neck. Being with him wasn't uncomfortable. I knew him for a couple weeks now but I felt like I've know him for a lifetime. There was something about him that was so familiar.

In response, he nuzzled his face into the side of my neck. "I can't help it." He sighs deeply, as if he's trying to take me all in at once. We stay in that position for a while until he moves his face so it was in front of mine. "I really like you, Robyn." He rested his forehead on mine. The water seemed still around us.

"I like you too." I whispered.

He leaned in to kiss me but someone yelling interrupted us. "Mitchel! You are so dead!" The person yelled. I'm assuming it was his brother.

Mitchel sighed and let me down. We both got out of the water trying to shake off as much water as we could. We put our clothes back on, soaking wet, and made our way up the banks and towards the person who was leaning against a car.

"Mitchel what the hell! I-" He started to say but stopped, looking at me with a strange expression.

This cannot be happening. "Ummm." I stuttered. "Hi Clinton..."

Mitchel gave me a strange expression then looked to Clinton clearly confused.

"What is going on?" Mitchel asked.

"Mitchel, this is Robyn..." Clinton merely said, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Yea... And?"

"Robyn..." Clinton said again. I don't know if he was answering Mitchel or talking to me but Mitchel suddenly seemed to understand.

"O... That Robyn... Your ex."

[I know some of you totally saw this coming but it couldn't be more obvious. It's just a matter of whom she picks in the end. Mwhahaha. Feel free to comment]