This Christmas (Mavi)

5

Avi POV

I took a deep breath, my heart hammering in my chest. Why was I finding it so hard to ask this question? I mean, it was not like I was going to ask him to marry me or something like that. In fact, it was quite a simple question, my life wasn't depending on it. I drew one more breath and decided to just go for it.

"Come spend this Christmas with me and my family,"

It was out there. I'd said it. I studied his face, starting to feel concerned when he didn't respond immediately.
Mitch's face was almost expressionless except for the slight furrow in his brow. What was he thinking?

Wait. Maybe he wasn't considering whether he wanted to go or not, maybe he was trying to think of a way to refuse without hurting my feelings. Suddenly I felt the need to explain myself further and I started sputtering out random words.

"I mean, you don't have to- I was just wondering... Maybe- I mean I had to ask-" Nice one, Avi. Smooth.

"So...?"

Something flickered in his brown eyes and some kind of emotion slowly appeared on his face, and it was... Confusion? He mumbled something, and I didn't get any of it.

"What did you say?"
A laugh. At this point I was just plain confused. He wasn't making any sense at all.

"Sorry, I didn't get any of that, could you maybe repeat yourself?

Oh. Shit. Now I had to force myself to say it again. I averted my eyes and looked down at my hands instead.

"Would you, ehm, like to spend this Christmas with my family? It's completely okay if you don't want to,I won't mind at all, I was just wondering..." I didn't even try to finish my sentence.

He was silent. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, and- wait, what? What the fuck was my body doing? Why was I having butterflies in my stomach like some kind of twelve-year-old schoolgirl with some kind of obsessive crush?! Was Mitch causing these weird things? I should really get it together. Focus.

He still hadn't given me an answer.
"So... would you like to go with me?"

Why wasn't he just answering me?! And- shit. He was crying again. Was it because of something I'd said?

"Well?" I inquired for the last time, preparing myself for rejection. I mean, if he wanted to go he would have said it by now, wouldn't he?

"I.." I wanted Mitch to look up so I could see his face and his emotions.

"Are you sure? I mean, I don't want to bother you or your family.."

Seriously? That was what he was worried about? Not about whether he wanted to go or not but about if he would be a bother. His sweetness made me want to smile and hug him and never let go. I couldn't believe he would think that he could ever bother me, and I said so.

"You could never bother me." All of a sudden I was knocked backwards, almost falling of the couch but barely managing to hold on to an armrest. Mitch's arms were around me and his face was still wet but I could feel him smiling against my neck.

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes, I would love to come with you."

When I realized what was saying a smile bright enough to light up an entire city erupted on my face, and I hugged him back, not caring at all that he was practically sitting in my lap and cutting off the blood circulation in my left leg. My stomach was doing weird things again and I knew I should've been weirded out but at that moment I didn't care at all.

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A/N

I wanted to make this longer but I felt like this was the right place to stop even tho this was just filler and nothing new happened. I also realized today that I should finish this before christmas so I should probably hurry up. Lets hope I'll succeed.